Yes, if I believed she truly loved me for me and not because I was saving her.
No, nothing but trouble there.
Those are the current rules from the website because that is all that matters in this scholastic year.
The cheer organizations which run the competitions and define the rules, forbid non-family friendly routines. The language is right there. It has nothing to do with who are the judges and coaches.She said that is a lot about sex and suggestiveness - although is strictly supposed to be atheletics, but with an abstract set of limitations in which the girls don't overtly make it look like she's trying to be seductive or making sexual suggestions. For certain types of competitions - again all athletic but judged -
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I should have put her out of the club, but didn't, just too facinating I guess - a little white blonde in an all white Yamaha leather racing suit SO out of place, and parked her at the far corner of one of the bars telling a couple buds to look after her and "no booze." With it near closing time, and it now below freezing, with her still there. Just watching me.
Had her bike put in the back of the club and asked if she had taxi money. She said no. Offered her to crash at my flat across the street. We talked there. She told of herself openly. I was totally amazed. Never had a drink, or cigarette, didn't swear, never even dated and wanted to have sex with only one man in her life - after marriage. Perfect moral conduct and decency. I never knew anyone like her even existed. And I told of myself honestly too. Women. Liqour. Drugs. Violence. Crime. Party life. She never knew there were people like me. Ying and yang, polar opposites, infactuated with the reality of the other.
At one point in that first conversation, I said, "well, then you wouldn't marry someone like me, would you?" She dropped her head, was silent for a notable pause, folded her hands on her lap (later I learned she was praying), then looked up and said, "yes, all that was before me."
Damn! Had I just asked that little teenager who looked age 15 to marry me and she said yes?! I changed the topic. In fact, that is exactly how she took it. From that moment her goal was to make that happen, and for a year I was not going to be so low-life scum as to polute her with someone like trash-me, ruining her life doing so.
I could get sex from other women. I actually admired and respected her, and liked just being with. I didn't like otherwise being with other women, never did. She never complained of my being with other women. Just tried to figure how to get on my list - and I never ever willing to. It never occured to me I was doing anything wrong in promiscous sex. It was just sex. I had basically no moral code of any kind nor concept of one. But I would protect her.
So wouldnt I allow any other SOB to even get near her. She liked that about me. I assigned myself the role of her body guard - including from myself - exactly not what she wanted. She slept on the couch, asked me if I would like to visit her church that Sunday AM. I had never been to a church in my life and agreed...
She spent many a night on that couch and many a night sitting at the back corner of that bar. 6-7 years ago. She knew what I was, what I did. She saw it. And more heard about it from others there. Including women talking about having been in my bed.
A buddy warned me that she was the "most dangerous woman at the club." If you take one of the others for the night, you might wake up with your wallet gone, the police raiding for something she has in her purse, she might go crazy on you, an angry boyfriend or husband come gunning for you, or even get a disease. But with her, the danger is you'll wake up some day to a house full of babies and you having to get up just after sunrise for work or church. No more getting drunk, no more 'tokin, no more women. Still, he added that just one night of busting her might still be worth it.
That's what I finally decided anyway. Luckiest break I've had in my previously oft unlucky and troubled life.
That was 6-7 years ago. There are 4 children little in our house, and I do often get up shortly after sunrise for work and go with her with the children to church. I try very hard to understand what is moral and decent by trying to figure out her. And, curiously and part of her goal, she tries very hard to figure me out including to experience the vices of life. She was my rescuing little angel who dashed into hell for me - and I was the sort of demon she was looking for including for safe, skillful sinning.
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Hey folks, I like reflecting back for myself on the past. No one has to read it, believe it or like it. I do sometime ponder how I got to where I am now. Not how I thought my life would go.
Nice pics, but those are NOT high school cheerleaders obviously.