When I sign into my account, I see an unread new mail notice, and in the list of activities appears the name of the member who sent me the message, yet, my Inbox is empty, could any one advise me about that peculiar hitch...

See you then, Jess, might write to you an OUTBACK poetry...

Let my one neighbour be whatever, a Muslim-Budhist-Christian kind of believer, and my other neighbour be a Christian-Budhist-Muslim kind of other believer, what's the big deal... most humans seem to vote for boredom, and clon themselves in the shape of their neighbours...

So, Jess, that makes the two of us... being labelled as unconventional that's the story of my life... still it guarantees no similarity between the uncoventional ones, but at least acceptance of the wide diversity of human nature... I've never understood people's passion for homogeneity and uniformity of culture, persuasions, religion and so on...

Yeah... and I've my dishes waiting, full sink of them, Jess... what a lovely housekeeper's chat... I love it...

Are Australian and North American diffrent commonalities...

when you find the time to elaboate on the different commonalities definition, I'd be grateful, Jess...

without infringing on your privacy, Jess, how did overcome the distance issue...

That's a good point KLC, I know a divorced lady here who won't go back to Argentina because their father lives here...

what do you mean, Jess...

Since we are international here, I wonder to what extent domestic barriers are toppled down for the sake of true romance, or folks just submit to the chains of convenience at the expense of feeling alive...

Nature works through balances, and I found my antidote to the transparency poisoning... I've been spotted by a true African princess, no scam, she already calls me Husband To Be. She is pretty, charming, intelligent, resourceful, romantic... a magic fairy out of my wildest dreams, she has a cause, and she sticks to it. Next to her, all European mish-mash females... well, I can just release a traqic sigh... Husband-To-BE , that what I have become, definitely an anti-transparent state... I love you, my African Princess...

I might be coming in town, know exactly where it is, got my contacts...

Never heard of Somewhere in New England, KLC...

Sure, Andy warhole,heard enough of him...

who is that non-canine desperado on your picture, KLC...

Lift whichever leg you like, at your own discretion... by the power vested in me I grant you free legging on my neighbours' lawns...

That's it, KLC, I'm going to contemplate your profile, sleep on it, and get the inspiration without bothering you... do not worry about the Golden Retriever, just throw him a frisby...

Told yah... too sophisticated for us... wish one of your canine pals help me with a friendly growl... don't you have more plain messages...

KLC, KLC, KLC... you are one of the most attractive ladies on this site, in the most intelligent, feminine and exciting sense of the word... why do you hide underneath that round table of the dogs.... WHAT'S YOUR POINT, then...