mean dad
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Dear teh barf
Our time apart has given me opportunity to examine what we mean to each other, and where I went wrong. I realize my mistakes, and am willing to work toward a common goal of a healthy, sustainable relationship. I’ve spent every waking moment thinking of you, of the good times we’ve had, the laughs we’ve shared, the tips we used.
You may have heard that I’ve been seeing other websites, but don’t believe it. Those are malicious rumors, started by those who are jealous of our closeness, our understanding, our bond. You are the only website for me, teh barf, the only one based in the bay area that is targeted towards a general love of motorcycling in general and not any one particular genre or discipline that would tend to restrict admission and use to a select few who share your specific criteria.
I’ve been using this time to improve myself, like you always said I should. I’ve taken an MSF course, and no longer split lanes like I own the road. I’ve even given up speeding, in an effort to prove to you my level of commitment. I still ride wheelies, haha, but that was never a problem with you, was it? Oh, I remember the threads, those fun, fun threads we’d read together, about wheelies, and stunts, and other actions that disregard safety and traffic laws…..
My transgression was inexcusable (see TOS), and I promise to never hurt you in that manner again. It rends my heart to know how I wronged you, how my duplicity caused such rancor, such anger, such a sense of violation. I’ve tried to put myself in your place, and it would kill me to find out you had been two-timing me, lying to me, trolling me.
I can only hope that you’ll see through the veil of hilarity to the real me, the me that wants, no, NEEDS this relationship. Don’t allow one moment of weakness to spoil that special thing we had.
Please, teh barf, accept my apologies, and lets try to move on?
Love,
mean dad
Our time apart has given me opportunity to examine what we mean to each other, and where I went wrong. I realize my mistakes, and am willing to work toward a common goal of a healthy, sustainable relationship. I’ve spent every waking moment thinking of you, of the good times we’ve had, the laughs we’ve shared, the tips we used.
You may have heard that I’ve been seeing other websites, but don’t believe it. Those are malicious rumors, started by those who are jealous of our closeness, our understanding, our bond. You are the only website for me, teh barf, the only one based in the bay area that is targeted towards a general love of motorcycling in general and not any one particular genre or discipline that would tend to restrict admission and use to a select few who share your specific criteria.
I’ve been using this time to improve myself, like you always said I should. I’ve taken an MSF course, and no longer split lanes like I own the road. I’ve even given up speeding, in an effort to prove to you my level of commitment. I still ride wheelies, haha, but that was never a problem with you, was it? Oh, I remember the threads, those fun, fun threads we’d read together, about wheelies, and stunts, and other actions that disregard safety and traffic laws…..
My transgression was inexcusable (see TOS), and I promise to never hurt you in that manner again. It rends my heart to know how I wronged you, how my duplicity caused such rancor, such anger, such a sense of violation. I’ve tried to put myself in your place, and it would kill me to find out you had been two-timing me, lying to me, trolling me.
I can only hope that you’ll see through the veil of hilarity to the real me, the me that wants, no, NEEDS this relationship. Don’t allow one moment of weakness to spoil that special thing we had.
Please, teh barf, accept my apologies, and lets try to move on?
Love,
mean dad
