Bistro Bijou

[UnderYourSpell]

Dear me does that make me 71 then ??!! Ron says he doesn't know if I keep him young or wear him out lol

 

[Angeline]

That's really sweet, but it sure puts a damper on any lascivious thoughts that have been running through my head. And besides, I'm old enough to be your ...uh...father?



I dunno, THIS is pretty white...




Dear UYS,



And on, and on, and on...


And by the way, all, Jewish Apple Cake recipe. Just because.

Very distantly related older cousin, still allowed to have lacivious thoughts? Older member of the same tribe?

 

[Angeline]

That's really sweet, but it sure puts a damper on any lascivious thoughts that have been running through my head. And besides, I'm old enough to be your ...uh...father?



I dunno, THIS is pretty white...




Dear UYS,



And on, and on, and on...


And by the way, all, Jewish Apple Cake recipe. Just because.

Very distantly related older cousin, still allowed to have lacivious thoughts? Older member of the same tribe? Tribal elder?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I'm seeing double !!

 

[RhymeSmith]

So much going on! What to respond to first... or at all? I'll pick and choose..

...the age thing ... how do I exist if I have to let him go? That's one battle I can't win ...

None of us will, but... paraphrasing Homburg, dwelling on it will just depress. Carpe Diem!

...who think men don't leave wives for their lovers are just deluding themselves. They can and will: if the lover is the right one.

Not necessarily. What if they are both "the right one?" It happens. Been there. It sucks. Better said, "They will, if the wife is the wrong one."

Ron goes into hospital for an operation on June 11th and at his age (he is 71 the next day) there is always that worry so please forgive me if I need you more then

I have more than a casual interest in this. My mom, at 76, is under significant pressure from her primary physician to accept knee replacement surgery. I sincerely hope your Ron comes through the anesthesia with no issues, and recovers in short order.
Hugs and kisses for you, UYS.

..Kansas--more fun than I remember? I'll bet!!!

I lived in KC, KS, from Spring, 1977, to Fall, 1979, and experienced the strangest weather I ever saw. I think we had the worst flooding on the Blue River in recorded history - ripped up the concrete slabs lining the river channel. We had a green Christmas, and a white Easter. We had tornados playing hopscotch over our apartment building.

Although I theoretically lived there, I can't say it either was or wasn't fun, because my work kept me out of town for an average of 10 days out of every two weeks. When I was home, I wasn't interested in going out to get acquainted with the area. My loving wife, on the other hand was decidedly unhappy with it, and eventually I found another job and we moved elsewhere.

It was an interesting segment in my life, but I think I'd miss the ocean too much to want to repeat it.

Oh... Hello folks!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Hello Smitty darling (oil wrestler extraordinaire) thankyou for that xxxx
For some reasone I read 'tornados playing hopscotch over our apartment building' as 'tomatoes' and did a double take ... *blames it on this strange cocktail mix someone has concocted*

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Quote:
Originally Posted by Eluard
...who think men don't leave wives for their lovers are just deluding themselves. They can and will: if the lover is the right one.

Not necessarily. What if they are both "the right one?" It happens. Been there. It sucks. Better said, "They will, if the wife is the wrong one."

Hi Smitty! Long time no see!

I don't know if it's a cultural thing, or an Aussie thing or something, but hardly anyone I know assumes that men aren't going to leave their wives for a lover. Quite the contrary; I think most folks might say that the typical story is that men DO leave, and often have cause to regret it later. That "grass is greener" thing.

I have two "right ones" and luckily, they both acknowledge that fact.

But that's a discussion for that Other Forum. In here it's about the Poultry in our Souls....

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Ermmm pardon me asking but do they have a rosta?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Ermmm pardon me asking but do they have a rosta?

*grinning*

not sure I understand the question. Like, do we plan who sleeps with whom and when? Is that the question?

I'm impossible to offend. But I try to only give the information that people actually want... so I thought I'd clarify.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Bit impertinent of me but yes lol
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[unpredictablebijou]

Bit impertinent of me but yes lol
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I like impertinent questions. They're fun.

There's no organized schedule, although I've known larger households who have tried various forms of that. That's a little too regimented for my taste.

I just try to keep them both happy, however I can. One of them has a girlfriend, which helps. We all have our own sleeping spaces, and can invite one another to them when we choose, which also helps. And we're all pretty horny people, which helps as well.


bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I don't know if I could cope with that the old green monster could rear it's ugly head

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[Anschul]

I like impertinent questions. They're fun.

There's no organized schedule, although I've known larger households who have tried various forms of that. That's a little too regimented for my taste.

I just try to keep them both happy, however I can. One of them has a girlfriend, which helps. We all have our own sleeping spaces, and can invite one another to them when we choose, which also helps. And we're all pretty horny people, which helps as well.


bj

But how do they get on with each other? Or do they? You little (that is, if five-nine could be considered "little", although AA might think so) Vixen, you. Do you sell tickets?

 

[unpredictablebijou]

But how do they get on with each other? Or do they? You little (that is, if five-nine could be considered "little", although AA might think so) Vixen, you. Do you sell tickets?

I totally don't want to turn the Bistro into the Bijou Polyamory Workshop, but if you want a bit of background, you might check out this thread, where the poly discussion is going nicely, and in which I've talked rather at length about my own arrangement.

Here are a couple of my own posts on the situation I'm in:

this one

and
this one
might shed a bit of light, maybe.

They have an odd but friendly companionship that I try very hard not to micromanage or interfere with. They bond as straight men tend to bond - over machinery, tv shows and their common interest in a crazy high-maintenance female of whom they are both strangely and inexplicably fond.

That's as good a summary as any, I suppose.

And no, I don't sell tickets. But I might work out an exchange program. You show me yours...

bj

 

[Eluard]

I don't know if it's a cultural thing, or an Aussie thing or something, but hardly anyone I know assumes that men aren't going to leave their wives for a lover.

Well, I trust you to have your ear to the female ground better than I.

But, no, what I was thinking of was not an Aussie thing but an American thing, if a thing at all. A sort of girlfriendly warning to the prospective mistress that it's a fool's game, because men don't leave their wives for them, etc. As advice it always seems disingenuous at best.

Quite the contrary; I think most folks might say that the typical story is that men DO leave, and often have cause to regret it later. That "grass is greener" thing.

bj

I know one terrible story of an academic — a philosopher — who had an affair with a woman and then in a fit of principled honesty went and told his wife that he wanted to leave her for this other woman. He then went back to the other woman and told her that he was now completely free to enter into a relationship with her and she told him that that wasn't what she wanted: she had wanted an affair and that was all. Now that he was free she wasn't interested.

He and the wife did not patch it up.

I'm sure the world is full of such stories.

 

[Homburg]

Right, fuck, I'm tired.

While I can easily wear out either one of my gals singly, together, hooo-boy. I'm conscious, but I can hear the snoring coming from my drawers.

I'm starting to see why MMF households work. Can anyone arrange a crate of V8, a few hundred multi-vitamins (no iron, of course), and a three week supply of cabergolin? Help a guy out. I'll even call myself a poet.

 

[RhymeSmith]

Hi Smitty! Long time no see!

Yeah. My bad. When Dad died about 10 years ago, and his older brother had to enter a nursing home, as the eldest male of sound mind in a traditionally authoritarian family, I became the defacto patriarch. Head of the clan, as it were. Those duties have been absorbing an inordinate amount of my free time lately, and it looks like they will continue to do so. I really miss the bistro though, and I try to sneak a glance once in a while, in a vain effort to keep up with what's going on. Makes me dizzy sometimes.

I have two "right ones" and luckily, they both acknowledge that fact.

You are fortunate, and I am envious.

I don't know if I could cope with that the old green monster could rear it's ugly head

Exactly. "Excited" might have been an accurate description of my first love's reaction toward my paramour. It doesn't, however, adequately express her unhappiness about the relationship.

But that's a discussion for that Other Forum. In here it's about the Poultry in our Souls....

What are you saying here? That we're birds of a feather? or that we're chicken-hearted? or maybe that our spirits fly with the eagles?

I'm sure that this erudite group could come up with myriad alternative interpretations....

 

[RhymeSmith]

...Can anyone arrange a crate of V8, a few hundred multi-vitamins (no iron, of course), and a three week supply of cabergolin? Help a guy out. I'll even call myself a poet.

You drink V8? Homburg, the amount we have in common is getting scary.

 

[Homburg]

You drink V8? Homburg, the amount we have in common is getting scary.

V8 is my restorative. I don't usually drink it unless I need it. This means I use it when the weather is blisteringly hot and I've sweat out too many minerals and electrolytes, or when I've flat had too much sex and need the nutrients. Just now I grabbed a bottle from the fridge and slugged it back in one long pull. Didn't even taste the salt, which tells me that I needed that particular restorative BADLY.

I say I don't usually drink it not because I don't like it. I love it. I just realise that by using it sparingly, I get an added psychological boost from it when I do grab one. Stupid mental trick, maybe, but I'd rather slug back a V8 than a gatorade most days.

 

[champagne1982]

Well, I'm just returned from the City of Champions, The Gateway to the North... Deadmonton and my boobs are finally dry of the ultra sound gel . I'll learn more in the coming days about what the pump's up to in my chest. Keep me high in the good side of your thoughts UYS, Ron will be fine darling. If 83 year olds can live through Open Heart Surgery.... he'll be dancing in no time ...

 

[sassynyc]

Hey you beautiful thing, you,

When you're ready, this is the reference point I use...It's the authority.

Leener's

In his very first day, Cheffy and his family found a house!!!!!!!Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

Not much time. More later.

i luv this place.....much coolness to learn. you seriously make your own cheese? i have no doubt ms. ange will be a master cheese maker by summer. honestly, you two make me feel so lazy sometimes.

Ron goes into hospital for an operation on June 11th and at his age (he is 71 the next day) there is always that worry so please forgive me if I need you more then

you and Ron both are in my thoughts and prayers. you have all our well wishes

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Breaking News

I got a call from the hospital this morning and they have brought forward Ron's operation .. he is going in a week today on 28th May so I am all of a tiswas here making lists in my head and reorganising my life. Luckily the only social engagement we have is a Medieval banquet on June 5th so we will have to get someone else to drive us and my sister to that. I just hope he is up to doing the ceremony that that the Knight's Templars are doing that he is supposed to be in ... lol I know I shouldn't but I can see it now with him ten paces behind on his crutches!!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I totally don't want to turn the Bistro into the Bijou Polyamory Workshop, but if you want a bit of background, you might check out this thread, where the poly discussion is going nicely, and in which I've talked rather at length about my own arrangement.

Here are a couple of my own posts on the situation I'm in:

this one

and
this one
might shed a bit of light, maybe.

They have an odd but friendly companionship that I try very hard not to micromanage or interfere with. They bond as straight men tend to bond - over machinery, tv shows and their common interest in a crazy high-maintenance female of whom they are both strangely and inexplicably fond.

That's as good a summary as any, I suppose.

And no, I don't sell tickets. But I might work out an exchange program. You show me yours...

bj

Read some of the link you posted and it would help if I knew what LDR was I wondered if it was Long distant realionship but I am probably wrong. I could possibly live with the MMF thing (Ron couldn't) but not FFM I don't think. I am far too aware of what is mine and mine alone and I don't think I am woman enough to take it but I suppose that is because I have trust issues and I have been hurt once too often. In a way I can see how it would work though twice the love and all that and all I want is to be loved and for some reason I can't get over the fact that I see myself as not lovable at all if folks really knew me and even Ron doesn't know me not the me inside no one gets into that deep dark part of my soul.

Well, I'm just returned from the City of Champions, The Gateway to the North... Deadmonton and my boobs are finally dry of the ultra sound gel . I'll learn more in the coming days about what the pump's up to in my chest. Keep me high in the good side of your thoughts UYS, Ron will be fine darling. If 83 year olds can live through Open Heart Surgery.... he'll be dancing in no time ...

Good to see you back Champ I need you to buck me up and tell me off I am getting far too deep here I must get back to flirting!!

 

[WickedEve]

He is having a new knee it's not the actual operation as such it's the anaesthetic that worries me.

My knee was badly damaged about 4 years ago in an auto accident. I was in physical therapy at the same time my neighbor was. He had knee replacement surgery and he was in his 60s and a diabetic. He did great. So, I'm bet your Ron will also do fine.

 

[Anschul]

i luv this place.....much coolness to learn. you seriously make your own cheese? i have no doubt ms. ange will be a master cheese maker by summer. honestly, you two make me feel so lazy sometimes.



you and Ron both are in my thoughts and prayers. you have all our well wishes

I make mozzarella occasionally. There's nothing like fresh-made mozzarella with fresh basil leaves and slices of tomato. As long as I can get fresh slow-pasteurized milk, I can make it. In Lancaster, where I'm relocating in July, I can get raw milk right from the farms, so I plan to try a hard Parmesano-type cheese. If I can master that, I might be able to back off on my addiction to Reggiano-Parmesano. It's not a laziness thing, it's time-consuming. It's one of the benefits of being retired from active day-to-day go-to-the-office type work. I have the training, and the equipment. That's the hard part. After that it's just time. There's probably few things more gratifying than eating something you made yourself, right from the ground or from the animal (in the case of cheese).

I can think of one thing more gratifying, but I almost never do that alone.