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	<title>Comments on: &#8216;Jake&#8217; ushers me into my Carlsberg Years</title>
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		<title>By: One Female Canuck</title>
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		<description>Anonymous said...

    Hi. Clint here from Montana. Just surfed into your blog through the positive review on Google Blog search. I read your critique on soul mate or the one or i&#039;ll die if he leaves connection we search for and find if we recognize any of those who cross our path. From the time I was really young I was aware of my blond dream girl. In my life, I started looking for her at age12 or 13, whenever. Of course we met up, I fell hopelessly in love, she married the other guy, and I have never been the same. One summer I saw variations of her blond hair and fair complexion represented by the fair sex in various communities all over eastern Montana. It was like she was everywhere but nowhere, available, but not for me, a memory that had past with this wonderful reminder. I took a ten day holiday to the Pilipines whilst working in Oman a few years ago. On my final day, I went into the Superstar club and there she was. A Pilipina lady who blew me down. We were dancing above our bodies, our spirits enmeshed with no regard for reality. I tore myself away and got on the airplane, never to see or know her again. Back in Oman, whilst I was driving, I went out of body, my spirit wanting her so. Two loves in a life is tonic for the soul. The topper is to live each day with that divine pleasure. Some have done that, some never have. Just a note to you that you have to get out and see some country to have a chance for this moment. There is the story of the Japanese lady who visited all of Asia searching and searching. She went to Kasmir, found her man, married him, and stayed there. Scratch that itch.

    Regards,
    Clint
    Wed Dec 21, 12:59:00 PM</description>
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<p>    Hi. Clint here from Montana. Just surfed into your blog through the positive review on Google Blog search. I read your critique on soul mate or the one or i&#8217;ll die if he leaves connection we search for and find if we recognize any of those who cross our path. From the time I was really young I was aware of my blond dream girl. In my life, I started looking for her at age12 or 13, whenever. Of course we met up, I fell hopelessly in love, she married the other guy, and I have never been the same. One summer I saw variations of her blond hair and fair complexion represented by the fair sex in various communities all over eastern Montana. It was like she was everywhere but nowhere, available, but not for me, a memory that had past with this wonderful reminder. I took a ten day holiday to the Pilipines whilst working in Oman a few years ago. On my final day, I went into the Superstar club and there she was. A Pilipina lady who blew me down. We were dancing above our bodies, our spirits enmeshed with no regard for reality. I tore myself away and got on the airplane, never to see or know her again. Back in Oman, whilst I was driving, I went out of body, my spirit wanting her so. Two loves in a life is tonic for the soul. The topper is to live each day with that divine pleasure. Some have done that, some never have. Just a note to you that you have to get out and see some country to have a chance for this moment. There is the story of the Japanese lady who visited all of Asia searching and searching. She went to Kasmir, found her man, married him, and stayed there. Scratch that itch.</p>
<p>    Regards,<br />
    Clint<br />
    Wed Dec 21, 12:59:00 PM</p>
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