Ex Girl Friends Ex Boy Friends

fueled by the earnest looking back as a common theme in this thread, i decided to post my own. here i am on the left with my ex on the right.

took this picture when i was getting into film photography in my old apartment. shot on my first camera, a canon AE-1.

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we are still friends on Facebook, but that's about it.
 
Tempting. But if I even mentioned this at home, I would be chopped up into small bits with a meat cleaver in my kitchen. As I prefer to keep my old head on my old shoulders, I will (reluctantly) pass up the opportunity to boast a little. I was quite the swain in my time, and I regret absolutely none of this (so he writes, entirely to himself.).

We have been together since we met by chance on a train in Malaysia in 1997 - that's 27 years ago, wow! - and for us it has been One To One from that time. I knewI was on to a good thing, a great thing, had found my ideal partner and I stayed with the relationship. To this day. Almost 30 years. Huh. Age difference, 29 to 57, 49 to 77. A miracle, really.

But before we met, oh my...

Let us not forget the online posting/privacy issues. Never mind all those hours spent scanning.
 
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Not an image of her, but of her house. We were together, on and off, for six years. For a time, she wanted my commitment but I wasn't sure - then I wanted hers, but she wasn't sure. Over time it became very irksome, she wanted the freedom to pursue others while returning to me as a safe harbour. I let her have her freedom, but not me. This photo was taken on a cold Autumn morning when things were good, waking up to make a cup of herbal tea. She liked chamomile and honey.

F30 - Morning Light by Archiver, on Flickr
 
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"The Swede", Britt-Marie. A great cook, this is boulliabaisse the dear cooked up for us. She sure could cook and she sure was cute. Those eyes could kill you.

The second photo is in Astoria during the Scandinavian Festival. Bibbschen is under the Swedish flag wearing a T-Shirt saying, "Not Only an I Perfect, I am Swedish, Too!" She was a bit nationalistic.

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From Britt-Marie I wound up with Carol. Brilliant mind, quick wit, artistically and musically talented, pretty good cook and a great bod, but no impulse control. We were walking from the Peter Iredlale wreck up to the South Jetty when she deiced to peel off her clothes and splash through the water. This kind of thing was exciting the first few times only.

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Timmyjoe said:
I'd love to see this thread revived. Brings back great memories for us old folks.

Back in the 1990's, my girlfriend at the time, now my wife.

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Actually, after twenty five years of marriage, and two kids, she's still my girlfriend. I'm lucky.

Best,
-Tim
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Yes you are. Incredibly so. Going on looks alone, you ended up with the closest thing to human perfection (so I think).

So yes - lucky you. Blessings. And a long and happy life to you both.
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Not an image of her, but of her house. We were together, on and off, for six years. For a time, she wanted my commitment but I wasn't sure - then I wanted hers, but she wasn't sure. Over time it became very irksome, she wanted the freedom to pursue others while returning to me as a safe harbour. I let her have her freedom, but not me. This photo was taken on a cold Autumn morning when things were good, waking up to make a cup of herbal tea. She liked chamomile and honey.

F30 - Morning Light by Archiver, on Flickr
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The small things in life are what really matter. the small memories linger. The big memories - the wild passions - last but a moment but then burn out, and if we pursue them they then burn us out. So we try to forget them. If we can.

What is life after all but a summing up of all the small, happy moments we have had? Nudies on the beach are nice to look at (from a voyeuristic viewpoint), but the shared breakfasts, lunches, dinners, the evenings at home with good music and books and maybe a drop of something soothing, are more important. Those memories stay with us, and in the end (which I fear I am fast approaching) they are in the end what we remember most of all.
 
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DownUnder said:
Yes you are. Incredibly so. Going on looks alone, you ended up with the closest thing to human perfection (so I think).

So yes - ucky you. Blessings. And a long and happy life to you both.


The small things in life are what really matter. the small memories linger. The big memories - the wild passions - last but a moment but then burn out, and if we pursue them they then burn us out. So we try to forget them. If we can.

What is life after all but a summing up of all the small, happy moments we have had? Nudies on the beach are nice to look at (from a voyeuristic viewpoint), but the shared breakfasts, lunches, dinners, the evenings at home with good music and books and maybe a drop of something soothing, are more important. Those memories linger, and in the end (which I fear I am fast approaching) they are in the end what we remember most of all.
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You are, of course, speaking for yourself. I know that you would never try to dictate what my tastes or pastimes should be or should have been. That would have been out of your bailiwick, right? ;o)
 
This, unfortunately, was the love of my life and very early on. She, and all her family, spoke five languages, English, French, German, Russian and Yiddish. She was charming and we spent many an afternoon drinking big mugs of tea sweetened with strawberry jam and accompanied with seedless rye with sweet butter. Her mother made butter cookies with chopped walnuts, piroshki (?), that were divine. She had the happiest, healthiest family I have ever known. She went on to get a BA at Antioch, a Ph D in Microbiology at Yale and an MD at Harvard where she taught and practiced. She was a gynecologist there and had rows of different insurances on her web page she would accept and, knowing Masha, if you had no insurance she would work something out. Because that's the kind of person she was. She died in 2010. Never knew another like her. She was the finest woman I ever knew.

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boojum said:
This, unfortunately, was the love of my life and very early on. She, and all her family, spoke five languages, English, French, German, Russian and Yiddish. She was charming and we spent many an afternoon drinking big mugs of tea sweetened with strawberry jam and accompanied with seedless rye with sweet butter. Her mother made butter cookies with chopped walnuts, piroshki (?), that were divine. She had the happiest, healthiest family I have ever known. She went on to get a BA at Antioch, a Ph D in Microbiology at Yale and an MD at Harvard where she taught and practiced. She was a gynecologist there and had rows of different insurances on her web page she would accept and, knowing Masha, if you had no insurance she would work something out. Because that's the kind of person she was. She died in 2010. Never met another like her. She was the finest woman I ever met.

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Some people never really become an "ex". They remain with us, even after they've passed. I think you were very fortunate to know her...
 
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