tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post936454541472783852..comments2023-11-05T18:46:32.295+11:00Comments on Baino's Banter: The Things You'd Do for Love . . .Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-9144305207724510512008-01-18T19:48:00.000+11:002008-01-18T19:48:00.000+11:00Anon: I hope it was a warm day! Wrapped in nothing...Anon: I hope it was a warm day! Wrapped in nothing more than a red ribbon! <BR/><BR/>Jack: Better late than never and I saw Meatloaf years ago . . I have Bat out of Hell somewhere . . on vinyl! *cries cos she can remember the words*Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-40590278930542368292008-01-17T12:06:00.000+11:002008-01-17T12:06:00.000+11:00Well I would do anything for love, but I wont do t...Well I would do anything for love, but I wont do that!<BR/><BR/>Oh Christ, I can't believe that I just quoted Meathead. I'm tired.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-59457404689577541282008-01-17T11:47:00.000+11:002008-01-17T11:47:00.000+11:00OH MUST tell about my response to proposal! I told...OH MUST tell about my response to proposal! I told him I'd think about it ... hehheeee. THEN three days later had two big scary looking biker guys knock at the front door with a bunch of flowers saying I say "YES" but threatening Bearman they will be watching and would take care of him he didn't take good care of me. Meanwhile I was sprawled in the bedroom wearing a red ribbon - Bearman didn't know I was home. Unfortunately, Bearman ACTUALLY KNEW one of the guys and they had a hard time leaving because he offered them a drink etc. HAHHHAAAAA. Blah. I was pretty bored by the time he discovered me at home.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14732532158833146797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-77059621099956095162008-01-17T11:39:00.000+11:002008-01-17T11:39:00.000+11:00I don't want to write a novel. Had a very full lif...I don't want to write a novel. Had a very full life early and now enjoying someone who actually compromises - which means sacrifices are equally shared. Easy :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14732532158833146797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-58447331478757866112008-01-17T06:34:00.000+11:002008-01-17T06:34:00.000+11:00Eh, yeah. It preceded the meaning of 'having a dru...Eh, yeah. It preceded the meaning of 'having a drunken brawl'. Wikipedia has a fine article on it, but now it's a fine village altogether.Brian Damagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05673118078479277680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-11956722285775550612008-01-17T06:31:00.000+11:002008-01-17T06:31:00.000+11:00Grannymar: You and I were lucky (and unlucky) . . ...Grannymar: You and I were lucky (and unlucky) . . better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.<BR/><BR/>BrianD: Um well unusual but I guess sort of romantic in a comical kind of way. Pretty brave for a 16 year old! There's really a place called Donnybrook?<BR/><BR/>Ah Ropi: Time will tell. Fortunately you're young! I'm sure you'll fall in love.<BR/><BR/>Nick: You are one of the lucky ones 26 years together is no mean feat. Like me I've never had to make too many sacrifices. My late husband once stood up to his mother in a "don't ask me to make a choice between her and you". She backed down and we are now very close but it was touch and go there for a while! I thought that was very romantic if not a bit awkward. <BR/><BR/>Kate: You forgave for love and that's something pretty amazing.Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-10661053207793410382008-01-17T05:51:00.000+11:002008-01-17T05:51:00.000+11:00I went back to my true love after a horrifying set...I went back to my true love after a horrifying set of betrayals, worked harder at this relationship than I've ever worked at anything, have walked away from my dream job and have put up with A Mother-in-Law... and don't have a single regret.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02778318185310548615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-39183441342395207152008-01-17T05:37:00.000+11:002008-01-17T05:37:00.000+11:00What would I do for love? Difficult one - I've nev...What would I do for love? Difficult one - I've never been called on to make a major sacrifice so I really don't know how far I would go. But I guess I would be happy to donate a kidney for Jenny if she needed it, even though I'm scared of hospitals.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-58195724247321385272008-01-17T04:15:00.000+11:002008-01-17T04:15:00.000+11:00I have been unlucky and I just wrote an essay for ...I have been unlucky and I just wrote an essay for the Hungarian teacher which was quite against love.Ropihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17214991557644729165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-83939808480563282252008-01-17T01:34:00.000+11:002008-01-17T01:34:00.000+11:00When I was a wee fella back in the rare auld times...When I was a wee fella back in the rare auld times - okay, back when I was sixteen, all of eight years ago - I was attempting to woo a girl called Aobheann. She was having none of it, so I decided to go all out and take her to Eddie Rocket's in Donnybrook and buy her anything she wanted. A massive meal later and still no exchange of saliva. <BR/><BR/>So myself and Tommy Cajones came up with an idea, and two days later I turned up in a chicken suit and said she was eggs-actly the right woman for me. <BR/><BR/>I haven't been able to show my face around parts of Dun Laoghaire since.Brian Damagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05673118078479277680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-57252582373262242652008-01-17T00:32:00.000+11:002008-01-17T00:32:00.000+11:00With the right person love is wonderful. With the...With the right person love is wonderful. With the wrong one it is HELL on earth.<BR/><BR/>Thankfully personally I have only experienced the former.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-37591087129248567292008-01-16T22:37:00.000+11:002008-01-16T22:37:00.000+11:00Meh, some people just live on the drama of such th...Meh, some people just live on the drama of such things, that can’t be good thing either, eventually there is no appeasing them. So don’t think you are missing out unless off your into the whole stormy relationship thing. <BR/><BR/>Oh and Newbie, he shouts a lot but gives good back rubs and brings me tea in bed in the mornings. Hanging on by a thread I tell ye!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-29258481362540292332008-01-16T22:13:00.000+11:002008-01-16T22:13:00.000+11:00Babysis; You're so lucky! Or very good at maintain...Babysis; You're so lucky! Or very good at maintaining a relationship. I love that you get butterflies seeing his car!<BR/><BR/>Nonny: You're a pragmatist. But keep the faith.I'm sort of like that. I'm ont a bluebirds flyi8ng around the halo type. I'm not sure I believe in "The One" but oh what a romantic gesture . . see I've never experienced that. And like my friend . . it had to be done even if it didn't work. Maybe Newbie has other attributes to commend him!<BR/><BR/>Brianf: Good.Bainohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156193098088048637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-2123077096764822102008-01-16T21:49:00.000+11:002008-01-16T21:49:00.000+11:00I still believe in love.I still believe in love.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-48947736171018376492008-01-16T21:26:00.000+11:002008-01-16T21:26:00.000+11:00I think love is overrated mostly, a figment of the...I think love is overrated mostly, a figment of the naïve’s imagination. I would not move country or chase any man, my niece, nephew or little mofo, sure, in a heartbeat but a man, hell no. In saying that when John and I were together we had a huge row one night well he had a huge row I’m not the screaming and shouting type anyway we didn’t talk for a couple of weeks, in that time little Miss Nonny resolved to act like a Sheppard and get the flock outta here with my mates who where about to jet off around the world for a year or so. I did not tell John. A couple of days later Nonny was in Vietnam, sitting by a pool. I got an e-mail form John saying something like “Nonny when I get you I’m going to fucking kill you”. Naturally I was like, “Yeah whatever, I’m in nam, catch me if you can”. Approximately three days later my darling dearest appeared in the hotels reception with two of his mates who still aren’t sure why they went. Anyway, John never wanted to travel but he gave up his job, sold his car, and gave his house to a letting agent all for moi. Please note it was not a romantic embrace or passionate kiss when we met it was more, grab Nonny in a headlock and threaten violence should I ever try to leave him again. He probably had more stalker potential than that of the romantic persuasion. I was thrilled though. The newbie is a bit slack when it comes to going the extra mile.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591549.post-10814676514119969542008-01-16T20:31:00.000+11:002008-01-16T20:31:00.000+11:00MMMM What do I know about love - only that I marri...MMMM What do I know about love - only that I married MY sweetheart that I met when I was 17 and still get butterflies when I see his car. Silly isnt it. No sacrifices, other than not travelling outside Australia - he's not comfortable flying...but we're working on that. Our love has changed from that passionate got to shag you now love, to a more you're my right arm love and its great.....our future is so bright - I'll need to wear shades!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com