In my twenties, I dated a chips. Or rather he dated me. He was tall, blonde, chiseled, nice, a gentleman, and smitten with me. He was not at all stuck on himself. I was short, voluptuous, insecure, and aloof. If I had my twenties to do over again, I'd be a bit more confident so I could have fun with my chips! Oh, he had lots of friends to double date with.

[ November 07, 2005, 11:27 PM: Message edited by: Lynnie ]

Ahhh...don't think she meant the potato kind hun...

Well trust me on this one, if a Chippendale was to catch me, he'd throw me back... you can take that to the bank. Unles of course, I took HIM to the bank. Then he would probably keep me for a while...

I think they should have some boomer age chippendales, ya know? Those young thangs remind me too much of my own children and I am constantly wanting to tell them to go put some clothes on so they don't catch cold....what's wrong with this picture?

JJ

I'm tellin' ya', that Meredith's right about that exercise stuff. I'm feeling twenty years younger just thinking about running away from a chip (backwards of course).

Lynn, surely you had a little fun with that chip. Tell us more.
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Lynnie, you lucky thing you!

I think the good Lord knows better than to let me go back and be twenty again...teehee...

JJ

And JJ, don't kid yourself. You catch a chip... I mean he catches you and he's gonna' keep you.

Well unless I can pry him loose for myself that is.
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Tell ya what... you get me a Bob Villa-type person and you can have the Chip, if I ever get one, that is... give me a maintenance guy...any day. The girl that did my photo shoot for the book use to give TY, that cute young remodel guy, a lift to work everyday. They are good friends. Now...hubba...hubba... A maintenance guy that looks good too? THAT would be heaven, eh?

JJ

Okay, when you're right, you're right. You can have Bob villa, but TY's worth at least THREE chips!!

Yessirree. Ty starts following me in his flip flops and I'm gonna' be RUNNING BACKWARDS for sure!!

Love TY!!
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Ty is a doll!

Whoooeee a doll for sure. And he can FIX stuff.

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All I can say is that at the time I did not know how to recognize a good thing when it, I mean he, was luring me away in a limosine. I was way too shy and insecure and stupid, stupid, stupid. His name was Michael. Along with a zillion other Michaels in America. I am intimidated by tall guys. I actually thought he was too tall for me. Now I would know to just wear high heels. (see what I mean about stupid!) He had no problems making a date, showing up on time, dressing well, spending money on a date, introducing me to his friends and family. He took me to his parent's house for a Christmas eve party. Isn't that nice? It was late because he "worked" that evening. After midnight. We kissed in the back of a limosine on the way back to my apartment around 2 am. I didn't see him after that because I was too insecure. I hooked up with some loser bohemian type that I knew would go no where, therefore I did not have to invest anything emotionally, or so I thought.