Last week in Part 1 of the series I discussed a big mistake people make when using social networks for business. In Part 2 you will learn that you can't go from a from a handshake to a marriage proposal

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Time goes by, this nobody can prevent even if there intensions and will wish it were not so and as much as I in my thoughts am longing to reenter the past I can not for the past is not a place nor a time but images of things that have transformed themselves in to the present.

Part One

As for myself; I am 82 years of age and so much time has passed between that winter in which started me to being what I always knew myself capable of being which is a man of internal fortitude. It seems strange t… Continue

A satirical story of fiction concerning Poland’s ex first lady that perhaps contains some political reality though its purpose is basically to entertain adults with a very strong sexual encounter.

Dear, Hilary

The other day something happened that I simply have to tell you about and if there is one person I know who can keep a secret I know it is you. As you know I love doing charity work in other countries not that I could not be doing it in my own country but I get so much more world press a… Continue

An article about the Scottish singer Susan Boyle and how her in my opinion lack of good looks are helping people see her restricted singing talent as grand.

We can argue till the end of eternity what beautiful is or is not; always reaching the same conclusion that it is all in the eye of he or she who does the beholding yet in my opinion and I would venture to wager that I am not the only one to say that Scottish singer Susan Boyle is what in common terms can be referred to as “ugly”. This bein… Continue

A fictional Story inspired by the life of Princess Cantrell of the Republic Aquitaine and her dreams of being taken in the way described; forgetting all the pomp of a princess which by doing so would bring out the true woman in her.

Chapter One

What happened that night I am not aware of exactly what it was, as it was like a dream where everything is blurry and all we see are the outlines of the place where we are or the people who surround us. Sometimes recognizing some of the people we alread… Continue