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Apparently Pineapples are a sign of Swingers, so now I see them friggin everywhere.
It's still on my list as well as Tipsy's new place.Johnny Rock said:With that super long lead-in to the restaurant I thought for sure it was McClure’s. Glad you’re doing well.
Maaaaaaahhh man!!! Congrats brotha!!Nathan R. Jessep said:Haven't updated in a while, because I don't think there was anything story-worthy to report, but I'm bored at work this afternoon so I thought I'd give a quick update.
Things are going great with the Doc. We've gone exclusive and are even FB official, as of New Year's Day. She's met my kids and some of my family. So far so good. We've had several opportunities to spend time together, with the most recent being a Saints game (her idea! ) and NYE in New Orleans. I bring that up, because I'm sure we all remember my last visit to New Orleans....
On New Year's Eve, we headed over to some friends of hers' house for a drink before dinner. Later, the husband drove us to dinner at a place we were not familiar with, but we trusted their judgment as locals and we were both down to try a new restaurant. They live across the river, and as we were getting back across near the Superdome, he took an exit with a street name that sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't recall why at the time. We got off the interstate and down to street level and made our way through some vaguely familiar looking territory then we turned down a couple of side streets to negotiate our way into a parking lot that was on a one-way street. We all got out and started walking towards the main street where the restaurant was located. As we got near the street, I look to my right and notice an establishment whose name I recognized. It was the place that Lacey had told me she was "meeting her friend," which was just a few blocks from her place. Of all the places to eat in New Orleans, and there are a bajillion, we ended up about 2 blocks from Lacey's apartment. I kinda internally scoff, grab Doc's hand and we all walk over to the restaurant. We spent a couple of hours eating and drinking and talking ####, then we headed to a rooftop NYE party that the friends had bought us tickets to. As we pulled out of the parking lot we turned left onto the street we had just walked across. We went a couple of blocks and I looked out my window and I saw the little hole in the wall bar that I had sat at watching MNF by myself just a few months prior. I chuckled softly to myself and shook my head. The ladies were riding in the back seat, so I turned my head and made eye contact with the Doc and she smiled at me. I grinned back at her and turned back around, thinking to myself, yep this is life telling me I'm where I'm supposed to be, and not to forget what got me here.
Doc and I already have several things planned over the next few months, and she's coming in this weekend for her birthday and is staying to watch the Saints playoff game Sunday with me and some other mutual friends. I've already got a bottle of champagne in the fridge for her tomorrow morning and dinner plans for her Saturday night.
I must say, life is pretty good.
Happy New Year, y'all! And WHO DAT!?
I will now open the floor for questions.
No way. Proud member of the Who Dat Nation.Plot twist....Doc is....an Eagles fan!
We saw some for sale at the game. But they were the ones with a photo printed on them. Yours are a bit more edgy and rugged.
I don't see any hugging in here.Nathan R. Jessep said:Haven't updated in a while, because I don't think there was anything story-worthy to report, but I'm bored at work this afternoon so I thought I'd give a quick update.
Things are going great with the Doc. We've gone exclusive and are even FB official, as of New Year's Day. She's met my kids and some of my family. So far so good. We've had several opportunities to spend time together, with the most recent being a Saints game (her idea! ) and NYE in New Orleans. I bring that up, because I'm sure we all remember my last visit to New Orleans....
On New Year's Eve, we headed over to some friends of hers' house for a drink before dinner. Later, the husband drove us to dinner at a place we were not familiar with, but we trusted their judgment as locals and we were both down to try a new restaurant. They live across the river, and as we were getting back across near the Superdome, he took an exit with a street name that sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't recall why at the time. We got off the interstate and down to street level and made our way through some vaguely familiar looking territory then we turned down a couple of side streets to negotiate our way into a parking lot that was on a one-way street. We all got out and started walking towards the main street where the restaurant was located. As we got near the street, I look to my right and notice an establishment whose name I recognized. It was the place that Lacey had told me she was "meeting her friend," which was just a few blocks from her place. Of all the places to eat in New Orleans, and there are a bajillion, we ended up about 2 blocks from Lacey's apartment. I kinda internally scoff, grab Doc's hand and we all walk over to the restaurant. We spent a couple of hours eating and drinking and talking ####, then we headed to a rooftop NYE party that the friends had bought us tickets to. As we pulled out of the parking lot we turned left onto the street we had just walked across. We went a couple of blocks and I looked out my window and I saw the little hole in the wall bar that I had sat at watching MNF by myself just a few months prior. I chuckled softly to myself and shook my head. The ladies were riding in the back seat, so I turned my head and made eye contact with the Doc and she smiled at me. I grinned back at her and turned back around, thinking to myself, yep this is life telling me I'm where I'm supposed to be, and not to forget what got me here.
Doc and I already have several things planned over the next few months, and she's coming in this weekend for her birthday and is staying to watch the Saints playoff game Sunday with me and some other mutual friends. I've already got a bottle of champagne in the fridge for her tomorrow morning and dinner plans for her Saturday night.
I must say, life is pretty good.
Happy New Year, y'all! And WHO DAT!?
I will now open the floor for questions.
Quickie Loans & Bones?ragincajun said:There is a new Mortgage company being built down the street and there is a Pineapple on their sign.
My bad. I thought the hugging was implied automatically by now. There was hugging a plenty.I don't see any hugging in here.
Thatta boy partner. Get away from those skanks and settle down with a nice respectable lady. Glad its working out for you.Nathan R. Jessep said:Haven't updated in a while, because I don't think there was anything story-worthy to report, but I'm bored at work this afternoon so I thought I'd give a quick update.
Things are going great with the Doc. We've gone exclusive and are even FB official, as of New Year's Day. She's met my kids and some of my family. So far so good. We've had several opportunities to spend time together, with the most recent being a Saints game (her idea! ) and NYE in New Orleans. I bring that up, because I'm sure we all remember my last visit to New Orleans....
On New Year's Eve, we headed over to some friends of hers' house for a drink before dinner. Later, the husband drove us to dinner at a place we were not familiar with, but we trusted their judgment as locals and we were both down to try a new restaurant. They live across the river, and as we were getting back across near the Superdome, he took an exit with a street name that sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't recall why at the time. We got off the interstate and down to street level and made our way through some vaguely familiar looking territory then we turned down a couple of side streets to negotiate our way into a parking lot that was on a one-way street. We all got out and started walking towards the main street where the restaurant was located. As we got near the street, I look to my right and notice an establishment whose name I recognized. It was the place that Lacey had told me she was "meeting her friend," which was just a few blocks from her place. Of all the places to eat in New Orleans, and there are a bajillion, we ended up about 2 blocks from Lacey's apartment. I kinda internally scoff, grab Doc's hand and we all walk over to the restaurant. We spent a couple of hours eating and drinking and talking ####, then we headed to a rooftop NYE party that the friends had bought us tickets to. As we pulled out of the parking lot we turned left onto the street we had just walked across. We went a couple of blocks and I looked out my window and I saw the little hole in the wall bar that I had sat at watching MNF by myself just a few months prior. I chuckled softly to myself and shook my head. The ladies were riding in the back seat, so I turned my head and made eye contact with the Doc and she smiled at me. I grinned back at her and turned back around, thinking to myself, yep this is life telling me I'm where I'm supposed to be, and not to forget what got me here.
Doc and I already have several things planned over the next few months, and she's coming in this weekend for her birthday and is staying to watch the Saints playoff game Sunday with me and some other mutual friends. I've already got a bottle of champagne in the fridge for her tomorrow morning and dinner plans for her Saturday night.
I must say, life is pretty good.
Happy New Year, y'all! And WHO DAT!?
I will now open the floor for questions.
No Saints attire on that day. Keepin' it classy for the holidayWhat shoes were you wearing with your cargo shorts and Saints tshirt on NYE?
Thatta boy partner. Get away from those skanks and settle down with a nice respectable lady. Glad its working out for you.
Better yet, begin steering trips down there until you do run into her.Glad to hear things are well - it would have made for a better story if you ran into Lacey.. next time, just make something up - just for our entertainment.. TIA
ProctologistHas Marissa seen the doc yet?
And apologies if I missed it, but what kind of doc is she?
And slow your roll soldier. Repeat hug stories are way less interesting than new conquest hug stories. So slow your roll big boi.
Re: Marissa - Not sure, but she's aware of her as we are friends on the FB. Doc is aware of Marissa, as over conversation about each others' history, I told her. She was completely cool about it, as I expected. She's also aware of the Lacey story, at least the major plot points. And I told her just yesterday, as we were laying in my bed sipping champagne, about NYE dinner being a couple of blocks from Lacey's place, but I told it basically like I told it here, and she kissed me and laid her head on my chest, so I think she was cool about that too.James Daulton said:Has Marissa seen the doc yet?
And apologies if I missed it, but what kind of doc is she?
And slow your roll soldier. Repeat hug stories are way less interesting than new conquest hug stories. So slow your roll big boi.
It wasn't outside the realm of possibility. I was fully prepared to point her out to Doc and say "THAT'S her" just to see what happened.NotSmart said:Better yet, begin steering trips down there until you do run into her.
I, too, was hoping for a satisfying confrontation with lass Lacey.
Hospitalist, cool so pretty normal hours then.Re: Marissa - Not sure, but she's aware of her as we are friends on the FB. Doc is aware of Marissa, as over conversation about each others' history, I told her. She was completely cool about it, as I expected. She's also aware of the Lacey story, at least the major plot points. And I told her just yesterday, as we were laying in my bed sipping champagne, about NYE dinner being a couple of blocks from Lacey's place, but I told it basically like I told it here, and she kissed me and laid her head on my chest, so I think she was cool about that too.
She is a badass. She's everything Marissa was, plus everything Marissa wasn't. I think she'll be sticking around for a little while.
Oh, and she's a hospitalist.
Nothing really interesting to write about here. Things are going great with Dr. Girlfriend. We've had a few adventures here and there. We did have a fun weekend in ATL several months ago. We were there to see a concert with some friends of hers. We got there a couple nights early and had a day to do whatever. We got massages (first time I had ever had one), lunch at Ruth's Chris (first time either of us had eaten at one), then spent several hours in a wine and bourbon bar (had 4 Roses and EH Williams, 2 from my to-do list ) across the street from our hotel. We don't remember how we got back to our hotel, and weren't sure we had paid our tab, but found the charge on my CC app the next morning. And though I was feeling like hammered poo that next morning, it does pay to have a doctor and her stock of meds with you. Zofran FTW.Great stories. Anything new to tell?
That's my man. Congrats.Nathan R. Jessep said:Nothing really interesting to write about here. Things are going great with Dr. Girlfriend. We've had a few adventures here and there. We did have a fun weekend in ATL several months ago. We were there to see a concert with some friends of hers. We got there a couple nights early and had a day to do whatever. We got massages (first time I had ever had one), lunch at Ruth's Chris (first time either of us had eaten at one), then spent several hours in a wine and bourbon bar (had 4 Roses and EH Williams, 2 from my to-do list ) across the street from our hotel. We don't remember how we got back to our hotel, and weren't sure we had paid our tab, but found the charge on my CC app the next morning. And though I was feeling like hammered poo that next morning, it does pay to have a doctor and her stock of meds with you. Zofran FTW.
Fair question. It's probably 60-40 her on paying for stuff. I pay for the stuff I can afford to pay for. But she understands I don't make what she makes, and I'm also raising 2 teenagers by myself. She gets it and is fine with it. We haven't bought each other stuff really, except for some small stuff here and there. She, like myself, is more about experiences, travelling, etc.When you go out who pays? Does she buy you better stuff than you buy her?
But you have the one thing money can't buy, a wardrobe consisting of a Saints tank top and ballcap.Fair question. It's probably 60-40 her on paying for stuff. I pay for the stuff I can afford to pay for. But she understands I don't make what she makes, and I'm also raising 2 teenagers by myself. She gets it and is fine with it. We haven't bought each other stuff really, except for some small stuff here and there. She, like myself, is more about experiences, travelling, etc.
There was one gift she got me that was a little more expensive, but it had way more sentimental value that monetary value.
Many years ago my late ex-wife stole several of my "good" baseball and football cards and went and pawned them. I got all of them back except for one. An 87-88 Fleer Michael Jordan rookie card. It was beat to hell and probably not worth a whole lot to any other collector, but I'd had it since I was about 12 (traded 14 Mark McGwire off-brand 'picture' cards for that bad boy!) and it was the prized possession from my youth. So when I opened my Christmas gift from Dr. Girlfriend this past year and I was staring at an MJ rookie card, tears came to my eyes. First of all because I could only imagine how much she paid for it and second of all because of the thought she had put into it. I had told her that story in passing about 3 months prior and she sought out that card to replace the one I lost. As it turns out, we think it may be a replica (there's lots of them on the market, and I suspected because it was in almost pristine condition) but I didn't care. The gesture blew me away.
:biteslip:Fair question. It's probably 60-40 her on paying for stuff. I pay for the stuff I can afford to pay for. But she understands I don't make what she makes, and I'm also raising 2 teenagers by myself. She gets it and is fine with it. We haven't bought each other stuff really, except for some small stuff here and there. She, like myself, is more about experiences, travelling, etc.
There was one gift she got me that was a little more expensive, but it had way more sentimental value that monetary value.
Many years ago my late ex-wife stole several of my "good" baseball and football cards and went and pawned them. I got all of them back except for one. An 87-88 Fleer Michael Jordan rookie card. It was beat to hell and probably not worth a whole lot to any other collector, but I'd had it since I was about 12 (traded 14 Mark McGwire off-brand 'picture' cards for that bad boy!) and it was the prized possession from my youth. So when I opened my Christmas gift from Dr. Girlfriend this past year and I was staring at an MJ rookie card, tears came to my eyes. First of all because I could only imagine how much she paid for it and second of all because of the thought she had put into it. I had told her that story in passing about 3 months prior and she sought out that card to replace the one I lost. As it turns out, we think it may be a replica (there's lots of them on the market, and I suspected because it was in almost pristine condition) but I didn't care. The gesture blew me away.
86-87 Fleer was Jordan's rookie card. If she got you an 87-88 Fleer Jordan, this just feels like the Lacey situation all over again.An 87-88 Fleer Michael Jordan rookie card.
Well since Jordan rookie card was in 86-87 I think you all got robbedFair question. It's probably 60-40 her on paying for stuff. I pay for the stuff I can afford to pay for. But she understands I don't make what she makes, and I'm also raising 2 teenagers by myself. She gets it and is fine with it. We haven't bought each other stuff really, except for some small stuff here and there. She, like myself, is more about experiences, travelling, etc.
There was one gift she got me that was a little more expensive, but it had way more sentimental value that monetary value.
Many years ago my late ex-wife stole several of my "good" baseball and football cards and went and pawned them. I got all of them back except for one. An 87-88 Fleer Michael Jordan rookie card. It was beat to hell and probably not worth a whole lot to any other collector, but I'd had it since I was about 12 (traded 14 Mark McGwire off-brand 'picture' cards for that bad boy!) and it was the prized possession from my youth. So when I opened my Christmas gift from Dr. Girlfriend this past year and I was staring at an MJ rookie card, tears came to my eyes. First of all because I could only imagine how much she paid for it and second of all because of the thought she had put into it. I had told her that story in passing about 3 months prior and she sought out that card to replace the one I lost. As it turns out, we think it may be a replica (there's lots of them on the market, and I suspected because it was in almost pristine condition) but I didn't care. The gesture blew me away.
Sorry, you're correct. That's the one.86-87 Fleer was Jordan's rookie card. If she got you an 87-88 Fleer Jordan, this just feels like the Lacey situation all over again.
Yep, you're correct. Had both of these. The 86-87 was the one in question.Well since Jordan rookie card was in 86-87 I think you all got robbed
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I was just messing around...Yep, you're correct. Had both of these. The 86-87 was the one in question.
Did you wear boxers or go full nude?Nathan R. Jessep said:Nothing really interesting to write about here. Things are going great with Dr. Girlfriend. We've had a few adventures here and there. We did have a fun weekend in ATL several months ago. We were there to see a concert with some friends of hers. We got there a couple nights early and had a day to do whatever. We got massages (first time I had ever had one), lunch at Ruth's Chris (first time either of us had eaten at one), then spent several hours in a wine and bourbon bar (had 4 Roses and EH Williams, 2 from my to-do list ) across the street from our hotel. We don't remember how we got back to our hotel, and weren't sure we had paid our tab, but found the charge on my CC app the next morning. And though I was feeling like hammered poo that next morning, it does pay to have a doctor and her stock of meds with you. Zofran FTW.
Are the Colonel's underwear really a matter of national security??Did you wear boxers or go full nude?
Inquiring minds want to know. Plus, the subject was part of another thread. Go full Monty or wear a buffer.Are the Colonel's underwear really a matter of national security??
Boxer briefs.Inquiring minds want to know. Plus, the subject was part of another thread. Go full Monty or wear a buffer.
Wow. If it's a fake, I hope you took back the long embrace that surely ensued. No hugs for you Doc.Fair question. It's probably 60-40 her on paying for stuff. I pay for the stuff I can afford to pay for. But she understands I don't make what she makes, and I'm also raising 2 teenagers by myself. She gets it and is fine with it. We haven't bought each other stuff really, except for some small stuff here and there. She, like myself, is more about experiences, travelling, etc.
There was one gift she got me that was a little more expensive, but it had way more sentimental value that monetary value.
Many years ago my late ex-wife stole several of my "good" baseball and football cards and went and pawned them. I got all of them back except for one. An 86-87 Fleer Michael Jordan rookie card. It was beat to hell and probably not worth a whole lot to any other collector, but I'd had it since I was about 12 (traded 14 Mark McGwire off-brand 'picture' cards for that bad boy!) and it was the prized possession from my youth. So when I opened my Christmas gift from Dr. Girlfriend this past year and I was staring at an MJ rookie card, tears came to my eyes. First of all because I could only imagine how much she paid for it and second of all because of the thought she had put into it. I had told her that story in passing about 3 months prior and she sought out that card to replace the one I lost. As it turns out, we think it may be a replica (there's lots of them on the market, and I suspected because it was in almost pristine condition) but I didn't care. The gesture blew me away.
Never. She had no clue about anything dealing with cards, she was just making a kind gesture. I asked her if she wanted to try and shake the company down but she passed.Wow. If it's a fake, I hope you took back the long embrace that surely ensued. No hugs for you Doc.
For some reason, I don't think she'd be as forgiving if it was a cubic zirconia. Keep your pimp hand, I mean your hug game strong fam.Never. She had no clue about anything dealing with cards, she was just making a kind gesture. I asked her if she wanted to try and shake the company down but she passed.
Trust me that was the first thing I asked her. And I don't think she would be dishonest with me, but she assured me she wasn't even talking to anyone else. I have no reason to not believe her.Sorry to hear, man. That sounds like such a BS excuse. The last time I heard that from a GF breaking up with me, she was already in another relationship.
That's the first thing I asked my ex too.... she also assured me she wasn't. Granted, our relationship wasn't nearly as good as what you've described yours as.Trust me that was the first thing I asked her. And I don't think she would be dishonest with me, but she assured me she wasn't even talking to anyone else. I have no reason to not believe her.