I Don’t Know Who Erica Is, But She Sounds Pretty Special …
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I love this.
I love the innocence of it all.
I love how her simple response made such a huge impression.
It wasn’t about what they did, or achieved or what they wore … it was about who she was.
Her essence.
I remember the first time I met Jill.
We went to a cafe and much to my surprise, she sat next to me.
Not opposite, next to …
I thought that was the coolest thing on earth.
I hope this man ended up being as lucky with Erica as I am with Jill.
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From the beginning she didn’t want to look at your face.
Comment by Billy Whizz August 17, 2016 @ 6:34 amThanks Billy. Thanks a lot.
Comment by Rob August 17, 2016 @ 8:06 amAnd ensured she was nearest to the exit.
Comment by John August 17, 2016 @ 6:43 amAnd slipping notes to waiters begging them to “save me.”
Comment by DH August 17, 2016 @ 6:54 amthats how wife #1 started. then she quickly knew exactly what type of car she wanted to be in. and it was the fucking expensive one with fucking gold everything.
Comment by andy@cynic August 17, 2016 @ 6:49 amjill. what the fuck were you thinking and are you thinking?
ps) thanks campbell, these posts are much fucking better.
Comment by andy@cynic August 17, 2016 @ 6:50 amGlad I could make you happier than wife #1 or #2. Ha.
Comment by Rob August 17, 2016 @ 8:07 amyou took more money from me than them. fuck.
Comment by andy@cynic August 17, 2016 @ 8:23 amWhen did this blog turn in to a Mills&Boon novel?
Comment by DH August 17, 2016 @ 6:53 ambetter than that planning shit.
Comment by andy@cynic August 17, 2016 @ 6:55 amWhen I met Sarah, I asked her what her favorite food was. She said “hazelnut ice cream with a wafer and chocolate sauce on the side”. It was so specific and delivered with so much certainty, I thought she was the greatest and strangest woman I’ve ever met. Still do.
Comment by Pete August 17, 2016 @ 7:03 amnot too fucking specific in her choice of man though is she. what is it with the cynic blokes all marrying out their fucking league but all the women trading down. im looking at you when i write that kat, with your fucking ruskie hitman neanderthal twat you were slumming it for fucking years.
Comment by andy@cynic August 17, 2016 @ 7:13 amMr Mob always looked like he wanted to eat your eyes when you looked at him.
Comment by DH August 17, 2016 @ 7:28 amI’m grateful for that every day Andy.
Comment by Pete August 17, 2016 @ 7:34 amMy favourite comment about him was when I Jamie said to me that he was “very unique”. Best backhanded compliment ever.
Sorry Katerina.
Comment by Rob August 17, 2016 @ 8:09 amIf certain men on this blog have married out of their league, then I suggest you married out of your Champions League
Comment by George August 17, 2016 @ 7:56 amGeorge gets brave. Or mad. Haha.
Comment by Rob August 17, 2016 @ 8:07 amhes a nerd. what the fuck does he know about real life.
Comment by andy@cynic August 17, 2016 @ 8:22 amThanks to the restraining order, he’s never going to be catching up with me again.
Comment by Erica August 17, 2016 @ 7:27 amFinally a post I could share with my wife. But not the comments.
Comment by Lee Hill August 17, 2016 @ 9:13 amI started reading your blog because of your entries. I keep reading because of the comments.
Comment by Miguel August 17, 2016 @ 4:10 pmYou’re not the only one Miguel.
Comment by Rob August 17, 2016 @ 6:42 pmBrentford 1 Nottingham Forest 0
Comment by Brentford 1 Nottigham Forest lost August 18, 2016 @ 6:00 amapparently depression is now described as doing a fucking forest.
Comment by andy@cynic August 18, 2016 @ 6:06 amSweet.
Comment by Rob (other one) August 23, 2016 @ 1:14 pm