Some of you may remember me talking in a discussion about a relationship i had started with a guy online. That one ended because he wouldn't even meet me half way. But, I started a new one with a guy in Montana that I thought had to be my soulmate. He was sweet, funny, kind, gentlemanly, good hearted and romantic- everything I looked for in a man. I really thought he was true blue. We talked for hours and hours online and on the phone. We became very, very close. We were planning on meeting in a Little Mountain resort town and then he wanted to bring me back to his home to be with him. I was so ready to join him and be a part of his life and excited to meet him and have that last chemical fullfilment that would tell us we were meant to be together. Was this silly of me? Am I demented? I dont' think so. I am alittle more adventurous than the average person I suppose. But this guy was so wonderful sounding. Everything fit, he was perfect. We liked all the same things, we enjoyed the outdoors, we felt the same way on political and religious issues and we seemed to click emotionally and several other ways. I mean everything you could possibly think...
I have come to the conclusion that I must have found one of the nicest places on earth and the people here want to keep it a secret! It's a no outsiders conspiracy! I'm sure of it!Why would I say this you ask? Let me tell you of my experience and see what conclusions you draw!I arrived in this nice little mountain town very early on a Sunday morning and was a little concerned when the receptionist at the motel told us that the economy here was bad and people were leaving. She recommended we not even try to stay here. Later that day, a waitress at the restaurant we like said the same thing and so did the lady my wife met at the laundromat. Everytime I turn around, everyone here is talking about how much they hate this place and want to get out. I take things with a grain of salt so I decided to see for myself but keeping this in mind, I also have been scouting the surrounding towns in about a ninety mile radius. I have determined that I like it here where I am best so for the past week I have been trying to find a home. You know what I keep running into now? The rentals fill up faster than I can get to them!If it's really so bad here, how come I can't seem to...
mine was when i went to wales i didnt like camping and our tent fell down and it was raining really hard and there were no toilets for two miles. it was freezing cold. the showers were dirty and freezing cold. plus we did potholing which i hated. i had bruises on my legs and felt trapped. i realised after how dangerous potholing is, but this wasnt my choice, this was on a school trip with the teachers. we also did a little mountain climbing and i dont like heights. what was your worst vacation and why?
