American lady living in Kuwait commenting on daily occurrances through her warped perspective. Her travels take us beyond the boundaries of normalcy.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Name That X-Boyfriend
One of the guys in this picture is my x-boyfriend (no, I'm not kidding). Can you figure out which one? This was taken years back when a group of Kuwaiti fishermen were lost at sea for 15 days.
LOOL! None of these "stud-muffins" looks like boyfriend material! However, if one had to choose, I'd probably wish that it wasn't one of the guys in the front row :/
LOOL! I don't think any one of these "stud-muffins" is boyfriend material. However, if I had to choose, I would just wish that it wasn't one of the guys in the front row..
He has changed a lot since I knew him - not so much physically, but he has lost his spirit. I was totally in love with the guy, but I was young. We had a great time. Those were the days of living on toast and cheese.
I met the guy over 20 years ago when he was a student in the States. He drove a very cool Camero and we spent a lot of weekends with friends at an Arabic nightclub, the Middle East Supper Club in Tysons Corner, watching a famous local belly dancer, Sheherazade. That girl could dance! He had a crazy roommate (who I have heard hasn’t changed much, as I now keep in touch with his brother). During the Gulf War, X was beaten pretty badly by Iraqi soldiers and his spinal cord was hurt. (We lost touch even before then.) He went through a lot of surgeries. When I came to Kuwait, I found him again. He was depressed and not the same happy guy I knew. He claims to have asked me to marry him, but that’s not true. I don’t think he ever did. If he had 20 years ago, I probably would have married him because we had so much fun. It was that tremulous, passionate kind of relationship that usually doesn’t end well, but was worth it just for the ride.
I aint sayin’ which one of these guys it is – but fer sure, he’s not in the front row!
Thanks for stopping by and it is so nice to hear from you! Just a few words on commenting: Through this blog, I won’t tolerate intolerance, hatred, finger-pointing or personal vendettas. If I even get those types of comments, I will most likely delete them because I believe it defeats the purpose of positive efforts and energy. Stop the hate.
I hope it's not the one in the stripe deshdasha! anyhow, how did you meet him and where?
ReplyDeleteare you sure they were lost for 15 days? becasue most of them look pretty "healthy" to be politically correct
The one at the back with shade :)
ReplyDeleteLOOL! None of these "stud-muffins" looks like boyfriend material!
ReplyDeleteHowever, if one had to choose, I'd probably wish that it wasn't one of the guys in the front row :/
LOOL! I don't think any one of these "stud-muffins" is boyfriend material.
ReplyDeleteHowever, if I had to choose, I would just wish that it wasn't one of the guys in the front row..
the one with the gutrah on?
ReplyDeleteI'm just shocked you dated someone in that bunch. What were u thinking hahaha
If that is how he looked like 15 years ago, how would he look now!!!
ReplyDeleteYou do realize you can get better looking men in kuwait
It's defintely the guy with the red and white headress who is holding his face with his hand....No doubt about it....
ReplyDeleteAs sexy as the guys in the front row are....
ReplyDeleteHe has changed a lot since I knew him - not so much physically, but he has lost his spirit. I was totally in love with the guy, but I was young. We had a great time. Those were the days of living on toast and cheese.
I met the guy over 20 years ago when he was a student in the States. He drove a very cool Camero and we spent a lot of weekends with friends at an Arabic nightclub, the Middle East Supper Club in Tysons Corner, watching a famous local belly dancer, Sheherazade. That girl could dance! He had a crazy roommate (who I have heard hasn’t changed much, as I now keep in touch with his brother). During the Gulf War, X was beaten pretty badly by Iraqi soldiers and his spinal cord was hurt. (We lost touch even before then.) He went through a lot of surgeries. When I came to Kuwait, I found him again. He was depressed and not the same happy guy I knew. He claims to have asked me to marry him, but that’s not true. I don’t think he ever did. If he had 20 years ago, I probably would have married him because we had so much fun. It was that tremulous, passionate kind of relationship that usually doesn’t end well, but was worth it just for the ride.
ReplyDeleteI aint sayin’ which one of these guys it is – but fer sure, he’s not in the front row!
Memories..light the corners of my mind...
ReplyDeleteI won't guess which one but I hope he knows how you feel/felt.