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Posted: 2/6/2009 5:23:16 PM | I shouldn't be repeating this as it means I am not going to get a single date from anyone on plenty of fish, but I once met a bloke in a pub and thought he was the best thing since sliced bread.
Days turned into weeks,weeks into months and no response from him. So I sent him a love letter confessing my feelings anonymously.
That love letter resulted in a conviction for stalking, a criminal record and a $1000.00 fine.
Men wonder why women don't show any interest in your profiles on plenty of fish? Or ask them out? There is your answer.
You can't even say hello on the street. | |
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Posted: 2/6/2009 5:57:55 PM | Let me get this straight...
I once met a bloke in a pub and thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. Days turned into weeks,weeks into months and no response from him. So I sent him a love letter confessing my feelings anonymously.
You met him in a pub then had no contact for months you say? But you somehow fell in love with a stranger that you had no contact with? Like, in absentia? O... K....
So you dash off a 'love' letter.... right, as you do...
That love letter resulted in a conviction for stalking, a criminal record and a $1000.00 fine.
Didn't you say it was anonymous? How did they know it was you?
Besides, one letter doesn't amount to stalking, so I get the feeling you're leaving something out.
Men wonder why women don't show any interest in your profiles on plenty of fish? Or ask them out? There is your answer.
But your troubles started, according to you, in a pub. What does that have to do with POF?
You can't even say hello on the street.
I don't think saying hello on the street is usually a problem, being a psycho whackjob might be though. | |
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Posted: 2/6/2009 6:07:16 PM | | I would absolutely adore receiving a 'Love Letter' again but feel they have now become obsolete like alot of the endearing things of the past but dreams and memories cost nothing and remain in your heart forever | |
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Posted: 2/6/2009 6:31:48 PM | Elizabeth Barrett Browning got reported for being a stalker too, for the original (and lesser known) version of her love letter...which she later revised to appease her husband and subsequently went on to earn much public acclaim. Here's the original version from the archives, for all the poetry buffs...
How do I stalk thee? Let me count the ways.
I stalk thee to the depth and breadth and height
My camera can reach, while staying out of sight
I search your bins for every trace.
I stalk thee to the shops most everyday's
Most quiet peeks, by sun and candle-light.
I stalk thee freely, as cops seek to Right;
I stalk thee purely, as on you I gaze.
I stalk thee with binoculars put to use
In my old briefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I stalk thee and my pants I seemed to lose
With my mobile phone, --- I stalk with heavy breath,
Photos, my walls, of all your life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but stalk thee better after death. | |
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Posted: 2/6/2009 6:59:45 PM | You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you've got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
You're reading them again,
The ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who's coming next.
Leonard Cohen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cx8RXWKynLI | |
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Posted: 2/6/2009 8:13:26 PM | I don't think saying hello on the street is usually a problem, being a psycho whackjob might be though.
After reading Angela's profile I'm not sure if we're talking whackjob, or comedienne who needs to work on her material?
As for love letters, I've had a few in the distant past. The distant, distant, distant past. They were lovely at the time. The days of naive hope and trust.
Ah, sweet youth. | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 12:06:49 AM | ^^^ Oh what a sweet surprise to find you stilling, after all this time, clinging hopefully to the end of this thread waiting patiently with thirsty ear, for the consolation of a simple kindness, some generous expression of affection or appreciation.
What can I say; who could imagine there could ever be a dream girl like you. How I love the way, like a warrior queen, you drive the feeble of mind and the hard of heart to their knees with your kind and considered interjections. The way that you will wipe out your puppies to push the juvenile just that much closer to being seen for the bored and blind bonobos, they do so deserve to be. Then there is your taste, your class and style, what other women could make pearls and rubber gloves work so well together that they just seem to whisper to the world of your gentility and elegance.
But most of all it is how you can bring laughter to the lips, tears to the eyes and coffee out the nose, of all of those, you so often take by complete surprise with those unexpected observations the proceed for the glorious and irresistible cesspit of your mind. You are the dream girl and the can be no other dream girl before you.  
Here I stand; I can do no other. God help me.  | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 3:18:38 AM | ^^^ Oh boy. At least it's not another emailed photo of his *willy this time... 
Edit: *Just received a message requesting the word 'impressive' be added to this post | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 8:38:11 AM | ^^^I don’t know what to say, I never expected to see such a touching and heart felt response. 
As for the message you received I promise you that I haven’t been sending those photographs you wanted to anyone else; it must just be a well founded rumour that has started going around, you know what women are like, they are so indiscrete.
As for love letters I suspect they are a things of the past, in a world of do you want to cam, I like you profile here is my phone number, it seems unlikely that the trust and confidence necessary to inspire a love letter is ever really likely to obtain.
Though give that the defining features of the love letter seems to be that they are almost always short, open hearted and stylistically simple, perhaps they have just been refined, perhaps we have moved on into the age of the love sentence, or the love line and these we scatter through out the texts and emails that we send through out the day. In many ways this is to be preferred it is in some sense a more immediate, a more intimate form of communication then correspondence. However what is lost at least in part by this change to a more common and disposable form of communication is the possibility that a love letter might become a memento or that unexpected circumstances might transform a letter written without romantic intent into a love letter. As I type this I think of a letter, a copy of which I have in my possession, written by a relative to his wife, it is filled with news and inquire, passing expressions of affection, and reassurances that all will be well and that he will soon be home. It is the last letter he ever wrote dated 1892 and a wonderful substitute for email or a text that simply said, just leaving now, I will see you soon.
Though I suppose that if you did want to write a love letter, you could post it on a public forum where it would remain forever in the hope one day some cold hearted women might just come to appreciate it; of course, there are none of those around here.
Just teasing | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 11:16:50 AM |
Does anyone write love letters anymore, or is it an art long ago thrown out the window of this speeding car life we now lead?
I don't know about thrown out ..but it's seems to be an art that spends most of it's life in the glove box of this speeding car lifestyle we lwead.
Has anyone received or written a love letter lately...or perhaps saved one from years ago that still holds memories?
Crashed and burned...but it wasn't a love letter as such...just some words
And if you got one would you assume the author was a modern-day romantic or would you start to wonder if they had a basement with hundreds of zoom lens pictures of you everywhere?
..and it's sad to think that there was a time when that question would never have crossed our minds..
And for those who are fans of the love letter...
Are Hallmark cards an adequate substitute?
No substitute at all...but maybe an oppportunity to test the waters with you heart...( you know...not full blown exposure of your feelings,but enough that a positive reception might open the flood gates)
Surely the idea of a love-text would have Cupid cringing in a corner...or... maybe not?
Surely Cupid would jump at the chance to play his hand at any opportunity ...it's probably been a long time between drinks...
A hand written love letter definitely definitely holds it's place in the archives of a romantic age that seems..as you say...to have passed...but perhaps the sentiment and desire to express those kinds of feelings with words... still exist.Emails and SMS may not have the romantic clout that a love letter may hold, but can still be an opportunity for Cupid to usher our feelings of love into the chambers of anothers heart. | |
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Posted: 10/30/2009 10:09:46 PM | Dont write anything down that could be used against you in a court later.........
Unless you can make it self destruct at will............... | |
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Posted: 10/31/2009 12:18:54 AM | | For myself, I had some proposals of marriage and one was written in a note full of feeling which , due to circumstances at 20 years of age that were my own fault, I crumpled up and went on studying. Years later, I discovered after I did some detective work telephonically, that he was as sweet as ever ,older (he was older than me when I was 20) and with a form of Alzheimers. So sad. And there is a twist to this that I must leave out ... let's just say that this relationship is why I speak Italian ... SO ,don't throw out those love letters, they are a precious thing. Mind you, I'm still open for the unexpected in life and who knows, maybe there will be ...weeell, another love letter? | |
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Posted: 10/31/2009 8:46:35 AM |
Dont write anything down that could be used against you in a court later.........
Actually I think that women are far more likely to run into trouble with this than men because men save everything, they are far more sentimental then women.
We have all, at one time or another, been asked by women, who has not been snooping, after a box, that we keep on the top of a wardrobe, underneath a suitcase, jammed between the box and the ceiling so tightly that it looks like it could never come out, until it falls, having been accidently bumped with a feather duster, “why anyone want to save half a theatre ticket from 1984”.
There is, of course, no good answer to this; it is evidence that you have selfishly failed to be completely miserable ever minute of everyday, prior to meeting the lovely lady standing their holding the offending ticket stub and waiting patiently for an answer.
The best thing to do is to just start apologising for being so uncaring and leaving these things just strewn about the house in plain sight where anyone can see them.
Oh god it makes you wonder why anyone would ever really want a date doesn’t it. | |
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Posted: 11/4/2009 4:29:03 AM |
SO ,don't throw out those love letters, they are a precious thing.
Sad thing is, after much emotional guilt from my husband to be, I did eliminate a shoebox fulll of not just love letters, but many memories and special moments from the time before I met him.
Those various memories reminded me of how at one time, one special snapshot moment in time, I had been important to someone(s) - important enough for them to want to share a part of themselves with me.
So after he decided he wanted to marry someone else, I had no hesitation in shredding all of his 'love' letters to me, and dousing them in the sickening soaps and perfumes he had 'gifted' me... and dumping them in his car. 
I have later found out, he left the country with wife number 3...
I think fondly of those first memories of my men before him. | |
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