Where do you sail ??? I'll be there in a flash...
Francois
My advice: Find a woman who admits upfront that she has absolutely no
interest in windsurfing. You may have conflicts about what to do with your
time, but at least you know she is somewhat honest.
Frank Weston
Rob->
Ellen Faller <eleanor...@yale.edu> wrote in message
news:376FBF...@yale.edu...
[Hi Vicki. Lynne says hi too.]
The Dog
--
Brian "The Dog" Cunningham
http://web2.airmail.net/bcunning
Some days you're the dog,
and some days you're the hydrant.
My hypothesis when marrying a non-windsurfer lady is to have kids, and
as soon as they are able to stand, buy a windglider and show them the
way. Boy or girl, it does not matter. The result is that you are safe
for your next family outing and you are making sure that for the
generations to come, men in particular will not be burdened with having
to cover the four corners of the world to find a windsurfer wife.
Elliot
Hi Ellen. Can I offer to clean the sand out of your truck? :)
As far as foolish ideas about family windsurfing outings, and training the
kids early, all I can say is that these are feminist inspired fantasies put
forth by men deeply under the control of girlfriends. Neither the
girlfriends or these victimized men have ever married and neither have ever
raised any children. The fact is, that if you like windsurfing, chances
are your children will hate it.
I'm going to say this as clearly as possible. WARNING: Women want one thing
and one thing only. They want total control over a man. They want to
control what you eat, what you wear, where you go, what you do, and even
what you think. They not only want to control you but to control your
offspring. They will do just and say just about anything to gain this
control. They're not evil, they just can't help themselves. It's how
they're programmed.
Think about it. When is the last time you asked your wife "Honey, what are
you thinking?" The answer is never, because you don't care. On the other
hand, she probably asked you this question or a version of it within the
past 24 hours. Why? because she wants to control your thoughts. I could
give more examples, but this is getting too long already.
Guys, listen to me. I've been married three times, and I know how women
work. Get married, have children, forget freedom. Windsurfing is only
possible with the freedom to go when the wind blows. This is the reason why
windsurfing has turned into a geezer sport. Only those too old to be of
further use to women are allowed freedom. You have been warned.
Frank Weston
Glenn Woodell wrote in message ...
>I can't believe, that after all my warnings that you guys are so easily
Why? because she wants to control your thoughts. I could
>give more examples, but this is getting too long already.
>
It seems to me that many WANT to be controlled.
Alan
homepage:http://pw1.netcom.com/~alannc44/qsl.htm
club page:http://www.charweb.org/sports/windsurfer
Perhaps. Still, it's hard to complain when my wife calls me
at work and says things like :
"It's 15-20 and building, you'd better go sailing.
I'll give the kids their bath, and keep your dinner warm until
you get home."
or :
"You take more ski vacations than windsurfing vacations.
Let's go to Aruba *and* Maui this year."
and my favorite :
"OK, I'll buy you a slalom board and a wave board for
your birthday, but you have to promise to use them a lot."
-- Larry (happily controlled)
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Hi Frank,
My wife used to windsurf, she quit, I still sail (more now than when
she sailed). My work has more of an impact than my wife on when I can
sail. Working through the windsurfing and spousal relationship can be
tough, but it's doable. My kids don't care for it (as you said).
I'm not a geezer, yet, but am well into the codger zone, but apparently
I'm not too old to be of some use to women.
--
Craig (Go Short or Go Home!) Goudie
Sailing the high desert lakes of Utah on my:
Star 288, Star 272, Bailey 8'6" with
Naish Sails and Meritex Fins
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I tried to date a woman that windsurfed. What a pain in the neck; first I had to rig the sails,
then make sure she had the right setup, and then I had to leave her alone with the "sharks" while
I jumped to the ocean to sail.
Now,ironically, I see a woman who is allergic to the sun, suffers Lupus,and has reynoids(sp)and
arthritis. She is the biggest fan of windsurfing and has the best attitude!. Since I have a 4x4
van she has the best time watching me and the buds getting it on in the waves from inside the van.
She spends a lot of time writing so it works out well. Moreover, she loves cloudy and rainy days
(storms).
As the French would say: "mets de l'eau dans ton vin" = put some water
in your wine.
Elliot
LM
--
Larisa Migachyov http://www.stanford.edu/~lvm
How many of you (insensitive, selfish, chauvinistic) windsurfer type pig
dogs have witnessed or been the victim similar to the following scenario ?
Lets say Dave meets Jane through mutual friends or at some sleazy wine
bar... whatever......
The inevitable so “what do you do for fun” question crops up during this
first meeting & Dave say’s "I’m a Windsurfer".
"Cool!" replies Jane! "Hmm..., perhaps I could teach you", suggests Dave,
envisioning removing the paint cans conveniently stored upon his old Wayler
& creating a deeper bond through their common love of the sport & time spent
together. "Ohh Dave would you really ???, your so kind & considerate", she
states while simultaneously fluttering her eyebrows. “You know I can tell
already that you are different to all the other guys, my last boyfriend was
a pennant Dwarf thrower & I was always left at home", she says almost teary
eyed. "Are you sure you wouldn’t mind??, you know I wouldn’t even mind if I
didn’t learn how to Windsurf , I could come to the beach & watch , as long
as we were together THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS!!"
"HOLY SHIT!!!" Thinks Dave, where has this girl been hiding, this is worth
pursuing & with this Dave & Jane after further small talk exchange numbers &
promise to keep in touch.
They keep in touch, start dating, spend “quality “ time together, Dave
windsurfs when possible.They move in together. Ahh the bliss. A few months
later Dave wakes up one morning to the forecast of 30knot winds, in his
excitement he sprints into the garage, throws all his shit into the station
wagon, & his Wayler for Jane just in case the wind dies off. (although in
the past six months he hasn’t taught her for various “reasons” including but
not only relating to the temperature , wetness of the water, lack of pastel
colored wetsuits, & “I don’t want to wear that thing because it makes my bum
look to big”).
Hastily he turns to go back into the house to call up a few of his mates,
only to be thwarted by the most frightening & intimidating of sights, a
vision so horrific he breaks out into a cold sweat. Surely this
metamorphosis is just a figment of my imagination due to the excitement
caused by a 30 knot forecast, Dave pinches himself in an attempt to return
back to reality. But there in the doorway, plain as day , draped in a nylon
dressing gown, sheepskin lined pink slippers, with hair rollers , a half
smoked cigarette hanging out of her mouth & nasal hairs as long as a garden
hose stands what once was the lovely Jane.
“WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING ??" she yells spraying Dave with
Nicotine contaminated Saliva. " I thought we could go down the coast, have a
sail, check out that nice restaurant on the end of the pier,.... make a day
of it" our hero replies.
"ALL YOU EVER WANNA DO IS WINDSURF, YOU LOVE WINDSURFING MORE THAN ME.
You're just the same as all the rest, Mr Wonderful for three months. You
cant go on having fun for the rest of your life, isn’t it time you settled
down, if you really loved me you wouldn’t want to go windsurfing. Blaa Blaa
Blaa."
Naturally at this point Dave or anybody for that matter would be completely
dumbfounded. What is our hero to do ?
Well lets examine the scenarios available, well at least from a fellow
living in Australia’s point of view.
He could throw her out, depending on who’s is the property in which they
dwell, in either case Jane's the winner here as she will sue him for half,
get seventy five percent. Dave will be forced to sell all including his
highly cherished quiver to cover legal expenses & end up a destitute empty
soul.
Or otherwise he could appease Jane by giving up windsurfing & becoming a
“browser”.
Definition. A “browser” typically is any male aged from around Twenty five
years onward who is seen tagging behind any said female engaged in the act
of shopping. These browsers are typically very placid characters, pot
bellied, softly spoken , with hunched backs & large thumb size depressions
in their fore-heads. They are inevitably always carrying parcels &
characterize the recipient of a frontal lobotomy.Former windsufers who have
become browsers tend to salivate during large wind gusts. These browsers
come in many varieties, but the saddest cases are definitely the craft shop
browsers.
Research as shown that in these cases over inhalation of Pot Pourri has
caused severe brain damage. Browsers are a product of the Female gender in a
quest for global uniformity & domination of the male species.
He could also say to hell with it, I’m going sailing ...if you don’t like it
tough!!, then go out & have a shit load of fun with his mates. Then on the
way home buy her flowers, chocolates & of course grovel.
Shit that’s what most of us do... isn’t it ??
Perplexor.
Women have no sense of humor. Men under the control of women soon lose
their sense of humor.
Responses to my last post were predictable. Because of their programming,
women must protest. Men under control of women must also protest. The
"free" men, those who still retain their sense of humor "got it". Craig,
Alan, Walllly and William got it. The rest of you need to check your nose
rings. Walllly got it best.
Frank Weston - too obnoxious to be of use to women
Whoaaah there pardner! Check your nose ring and your sense of humor.
I never said I despise women. On the contrary, I probably like them too
much. If I didn't like 'em, I wouldn't keep marrying them would I?
But, just in case I change my mind, what size leash do you take?
Frank Weston
Frank, I would take a xxl leash. Remember you are the one dropping the soap,
not me
Wife, girlfriends - they all want to 'limit' your freedom.
They let the leash out a little, just to yank it back as hard as
possible.
They'll try to control you even after you divorce / separate.
They'll use any lame excuse to try to stop you from doing things
you love to do.
Having a hobby like windsurfing/skiing/volleball is like having a
mistress.
It threatens her ability to control you and therefore it an ENEMY
she must
fight.
I get it.
Jeeez, you guys have a tough life. Here people move in with each other, then
have kids, then get married for convenience - and then 45% get divorced. But
at least we don't have the legal battles and our women are too self-sufficient
to be awarded any of the estate you brought into the common estate (of course
she gets half of what you two have been piling up together).
If women is such a problem then buy a 1 pound steak, fold it over and put it
around your "little friend" and go find a warm radiator. Repeat every sunday
morning.
Thomas
Whats with the warm radiator bit? :o)
Good one!
Hey that's interesting. Since I have been dumped recently, that idea
might make my evenings more entertaining ;)
Francois
Meat Molestor wrote in message <37734C...@netvigator.com>...
>> If women is such a problem then buy a 1 pound steak, fold it over and put
it
>> around your "little friend" and go find a warm radiator. Repeat every
sunday
>> morning.
>>
>> Thomas
>
>Good one!
Cost me a divorce.
Excellent now. Back anytime, wetsuits all over the place. Tons of gear and no
earfuls or family commitments.
Happy to stay single.
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