ACCOMPAGNEMENTS FORMATIFS POUR LES ÉQUIPES DU SECTEUR PUBLIC
He’s amazing! Well, maybe not.
There’s a reason you broke up…
How will you destroy your relationship?
What I learned on the playground
Do age differences matter?
Sitting at the fork in the road
Vacation and monogamy
True love at any age…
Anyway, she’s busted and she breaks off the relationship with farm dude … in a text. These were people who had said they were in love with each other.
Before meeting me yesterday he’d had dinner with her to do the post-mortem. He told me that it went well, aside from all the tears, but that at the end she’d blurted out that her husband had threatened to stop giving her money, stop paying for her SUV and her health insurance, and she feared being written out of her dad’s will. This is a SIW-feminist who runs her own cafe.
Like BB’s mournful swordsman, bemoaning his absent home, hearth and honey-do lists, this woman had advanced a romantic construction (Woolfe, the sensibility of the transgressive artist, the bohemian lover) as her objective. She is BB’s swordsman in reverse. She used her romantic fantasy to get laid, to get some strange, to get some drama and some bigtime O’s. But in the end, reality was just the opposite. Provisioning and security are the order of the day. Back to the toys she goes. For money. So we got drunk.
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Liz says:
December 4, 2014 at 9:32 am
““That’s why you carry a flashlight and a chart, BV. And a flask for the afterparty.”
LOL! I love that story BV…but holy crap, how scary.
Kind of reminds me of a story that an RAF pilot told me once about a pilot who crash landed and died. Right before he knew he was about to bite it he called the tower and said, “Cancel one boxed lunch for this afternoon.”
There’s a reason you broke up…
How will you destroy your relationship?
What I learned on the playground
Do age differences matter?
Sitting at the fork in the road
Vacation and monogamy
True love at any age…
Anyway, she’s busted and she breaks off the relationship with farm dude … in a text. These were people who had said they were in love with each other.
Before meeting me yesterday he’d had dinner with her to do the post-mortem. He told me that it went well, aside from all the tears, but that at the end she’d blurted out that her husband had threatened to stop giving her money, stop paying for her SUV and her health insurance, and she feared being written out of her dad’s will. This is a SIW-feminist who runs her own cafe.
Like BB’s mournful swordsman, bemoaning his absent home, hearth and honey-do lists, this woman had advanced a romantic construction (Woolfe, the sensibility of the transgressive artist, the bohemian lover) as her objective. She is BB’s swordsman in reverse. She used her romantic fantasy to get laid, to get some strange, to get some drama and some bigtime O’s. But in the end, reality was just the opposite. Provisioning and security are the order of the day. Back to the toys she goes. For money. So we got drunk.
173
Liz says:
December 4, 2014 at 9:32 am
““That’s why you carry a flashlight and a chart, BV. And a flask for the afterparty.”
LOL! I love that story BV…but holy crap, how scary.
Kind of reminds me of a story that an RAF pilot told me once about a pilot who crash landed and died. Right before he knew he was about to bite it he called the tower and said, “Cancel one boxed lunch for this afternoon.”