Hahahaha (((sneaks)))

Neckin' at the drive-in.

been so long i forgot

Nice one.

sexual potential,,,

Hmmmmmmmmm, have tried to think of one single thing, but cant. I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooo thankful he is gone

Being hit with cookware till it breaks no ..........
no still just my daughter

His passonate kisses.

I miss our passionate kisses
the way he fondled/played with my breasts
driving around in his car just to be together
the long making out sessions :)

absolutely, positively nothing

Her warmth... her adoration... her beauty... her salmon with mashed potatoes...

she was rather unmoving in bed as an experience... but she was at the time everything to me, still.

She had this weird way of intercoursing... and once I tried the regular way and she called me a dirty disgusting creature who did that dirty thing that they show in dirty pictures.

I did not have the heart to tell her she was weird in bed, because I loved her so much... and she loved me too.

One weirder than the sex thing, was her obsession with a fartless existence. She could not abide by that. Once I felt a big one coming on...I tried to escape out of the room, but I failed two steps from the door. It WAS a loud one. She called me names. That was the only time I saw her angry.

I miss my house and my Yorkie that he took

I remember how kind and emotional she was... and how very hard she tried to hide that. You had to adore her. She was cute as bug, sharp as a tack, and sweet as a rose. I really... but really miss her.

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I looked at the first page of this thread and the last page, maybe the second last page as well, and couldn't help but notice that most really good looking women here don't have good memories of their last relationships; their wording usually says how happy these gorgeous women are to have got rid of the lover, and how they don't miss anything. Whereas the guys usually say something sappy and sentimental. Black women, even the gorgeous and the beautiful ones, still miss the kisses.

What is this world coming to? Men are behaving like sweet little somethings, and women are hardened, calloused non-lovers with stones for hearts.

Or maybe only on this site, and that is the FIRST and VERY reason we are on this site -- for some reason we have mixed up the gender roles that society at large expects us to fulfil, and society at large is unforgiving about it. I don't mean gayness or kinkiness, I just mean too wide a difference between a median mental attitude of the expected and the actual.

It looks like, from the answers on the last and first pages of this thread, that the black women here are the only ones that got it right. Emotionally-mentally.

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Disclaimer:


- the above are only my personal opinion;
- I claim no general truths or aim to gain wider acceptance of these views;
- I appreciate that while my findings were based on true data, and validly established, my opinion is still insignificant, since my total sample size was about 10 or 20 posts, which can't produce meaningful opinion, only a meaningless one, because that size sample is statistically insignificant.

Absolutely nothing.

Bottom line is when it's over it's over. It was over for a reason. Yes, the talks, hugs, kissing, things we did together, and mad passionate love making was great. I don't miss anything about the last two relationships I've had. When the bad out weighed the good it was time to move on. Look ahead, and never look back.

The games, the bitching, the power tripping, the contempt (yes I love being put down)

What I miss the most was thinking that was love!

my last relationship?

not a thing,, thats why it was my last..lol

The bbq!

Ditto! I miss him spoiling me in the little ways.

My eyes.


I don't even bother thinking about my last relationship, or missing it, as that's the last thing i need. Lol. He wasn't worth it.