tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post97796572699139246..comments2024-03-26T12:47:13.216-07:00Comments on Life by Chocolate: Robyn Alana Engel's Blog: Woman on the Verge of Paradise, Robbie and RobynRawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-35713786024237452072014-07-19T11:03:00.751-07:002014-07-19T11:03:00.751-07:00Haha. The suspense build up...and then that. Boys ...Haha. The suspense build up...and then that. Boys are silly. :) Did you actually give it to him?Baby Sisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01722443238803217681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-7853637436220310552014-07-13T18:11:09.568-07:002014-07-13T18:11:09.568-07:00I heard that term "go with" a lot when I...I heard that term "go with" a lot when I was in high school, but I was never one of the ones participating in this activity, unfortunately. In our school if two people were "going together," it meant they were boyfriend and girlfriend. I had no boyfriends in sight until I went to college. :-)<br /><br />Loved the story! Hope you have a great week ahead. Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-92073594327345454082014-07-11T15:08:42.823-07:002014-07-11T15:08:42.823-07:00Hahaha... I love your stories, Robyn! And your won...Hahaha... I love your stories, Robyn! And your wonderful sense of humour :)Plowing Through Life (Martha)https://www.blogger.com/profile/06547318824997712369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-89838646300036525792014-07-11T09:59:46.376-07:002014-07-11T09:59:46.376-07:00Julie, that's hilarious. Going friendship is w...Julie, that's hilarious. Going friendship is what they do now. It means "Don't you dare tell anyone how the sex was. Let's be friends."<br /><br />Anthony, thank you. I'll use "Piss off dickhead" or "You're dropped" next time - depending on the circumstances (i.e., how the sex was. er, if the sex was). <br /><br />Mitchell, no, I didn't. Funny he stopped stalking me after that.<br /><br />LadyLilith, it did get interesting after that. <br /><br />Roland, I like the shy ones and always have, but not the shy moochers. <br /><br />AlP, you've done it again. Quit it or I'll need to stock up on Depends. Silly!<br /><br />Love ya all,<br />xoRobyn <br /><br />Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-35374089280221946262014-07-11T09:17:23.821-07:002014-07-11T09:17:23.821-07:00I was stalked by a girl in the library when I was ...I was stalked by a girl in the library when I was in high school. We eventually went to her Junior Prom, but broke up soon after. When she told me her father ran a cockfighting ring, I got scared (even though I later learned she was talking about chickens, I never went back). The last time I saw her was at my stepfather's funeral in 1996. I hope that nose ring is giving her fewer problems. Al Penwasserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14052950809151897315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-58014733662973602022014-07-11T08:41:06.723-07:002014-07-11T08:41:06.723-07:00Perhaps he just chickened out at the last minute. ...Perhaps he just chickened out at the last minute. Shy guys are like that. I know. I was one in school. Still am sometimes. :-)Roland D. Yeomanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00338410857990551352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-36776799552983627622014-07-11T07:22:27.677-07:002014-07-11T07:22:27.677-07:00Ouch. I hope you can turn your life around soon. T...Ouch. I hope you can turn your life around soon. This story can use some spicing up :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10304701332216772385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-45659767846283458872014-07-11T05:03:10.643-07:002014-07-11T05:03:10.643-07:00Oh, I was sucked right into that. But did you lend...Oh, I was sucked right into that. But did you lend him the 50 cents?Moving with Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12954028272162285597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-80848473276839339342014-07-11T03:45:37.254-07:002014-07-11T03:45:37.254-07:00ps, when the romance was over, we'd say, '...ps, when the romance was over, we'd say, 'you're dropped.' lol Not that I ever 'dropped' someone, but when it happened to me, I knew why it was called that...<br /><br />aahahawwwahhhhh! lolAnthony J. Langfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02027216695415849158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-61115710380257094192014-07-11T03:44:00.974-07:002014-07-11T03:44:00.974-07:00Haha great story. So did you give the guy the mone...Haha great story. So did you give the guy the money? Or tell him to take a hike? (An American expression we learnt from the movies. In Australia we would have said Piss off dickhead.)<br /><br />As for the term 'go with me', actually yeah. Here in Oz it was pretty common. Maybe his parents were Aussie!haha<br /><br />In a year. Pretty good advice. Took me two years to write my first, then would re-edit it periodically over the following five years. However, still not published. Hope you have better luck.<br />xoAnthony J. Langfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02027216695415849158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-15404675402885022702014-07-11T00:31:17.148-07:002014-07-11T00:31:17.148-07:00We went "Friendship" before we went &quo...We went "Friendship" before we went "Steady." Someone once asked me to go "Friendship" but it ended before our first phone call. That Robbie was a coward. <br /><br />What a cute A Beer For The Shower badge! That's a pretty big chocolate bar you're holding there, Robyn!<br /><br />JulieEmpty Nest Insiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10074223969046687064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-73387030297837737682014-07-10T16:56:17.521-07:002014-07-10T16:56:17.521-07:00Alex, I didn't. I don't pay guys. They pay...Alex, I didn't. I don't pay guys. They pay me. J/K.<br /><br />BnB, thanks for spelling Urkel correctly! I'll make that change. Very astute of you.<br /><br />Stephanie, good question? It's thoroughly agonizing.<br /><br />Be well, friends.<br />xoRobynRawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-53330835610611430442014-07-10T16:42:05.626-07:002014-07-10T16:42:05.626-07:00Shoot, at least Robbie got THAT far.Shoot, at least Robbie got THAT far.CWMartinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06798867734074134647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-17569948236904414932014-07-10T11:08:09.748-07:002014-07-10T11:08:09.748-07:00Ugh. How did we ever survive dating?Ugh. How did we ever survive dating?Stephanie Farishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10461865229341760836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-21009346000343861182014-07-10T10:29:28.860-07:002014-07-10T10:29:28.860-07:00I was the kind of girl who would sarcastically ask...I was the kind of girl who would sarcastically ask, "Where are we going?" <br /><br />No, I didn't get asked out very often. My hubs had gumption, that's all I can say!Elizabeth Seckmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00045076826326574984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-32365208565121317222014-07-10T10:13:20.404-07:002014-07-10T10:13:20.404-07:00You're such a funny woman.You're such a funny woman.Vanessa Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02953359344425030388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-56559427510221117852014-07-10T10:10:45.439-07:002014-07-10T10:10:45.439-07:00I don't suppose white Steve Urkel ever mysteri...I don't suppose white Steve Urkel ever mysteriously turned into muscular, smooth-talking white Stefan?<br /><br />Loving the new side bar. ;)A Beer for the Showerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17029139745335325356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-76172533527089207122014-07-10T08:24:54.180-07:002014-07-10T08:24:54.180-07:00No, you missed it. He was actually getting ready t...No, you missed it. He was actually getting ready to tell you how much he liked you but he lost his nerve and ask to borrow money to cover it up. Yup. That's what it was. LD Mastersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01202135756299574972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-51902301107746842982014-07-10T07:09:03.317-07:002014-07-10T07:09:03.317-07:00I've never heard the phrase "will you go ...I've never heard the phrase "will you go with me" used in that context. Our phrase would have been "will you go out with me."<br /><br />Oh, boys. Such doofuses.Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-89559908315699823662014-07-10T07:00:43.599-07:002014-07-10T07:00:43.599-07:00I know. I really didn't want to write "on...I know. I really didn't want to write "one year," because I think it will (you didn't see the long pause before I typed "will") be done sooner. Fingers crossed. Thank you, dear, silly friends. xoRawknrobyn.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15997241410192066577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-17787025397142167102014-07-10T06:03:46.537-07:002014-07-10T06:03:46.537-07:00Been there. Oh the flutter of the heart and then t...Been there. Oh the flutter of the heart and then the burning red cheeks. Often it was "can I borrow your math homework" Sigh. Joannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11604494404874408870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-62971431176674112792014-07-10T05:41:29.603-07:002014-07-10T05:41:29.603-07:00What a let down!What a let down!L. Diane Wolfehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06425864276166334896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-13823374831238820202014-07-10T01:35:16.401-07:002014-07-10T01:35:16.401-07:00A year? So unfair!
No one asked me to 'go'...A year? So unfair!<br />No one asked me to 'go' with them either, I didn't do proms or any of those things; can't say I felt that I'd missed out on anything... but enjoyed seeing my daughter do those things.The Crankyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11482237436135513483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-17712537253731198782014-07-10T01:01:11.469-07:002014-07-10T01:01:11.469-07:00Ouch.
As a socially inept klutz from way back this...Ouch.<br />As a socially inept klutz from way back this yanked my strings from both sides.<br />More please. Soon. A year is a very, very long time to wait.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887335526723967972.post-81258573525879748472014-07-09T21:25:52.299-07:002014-07-09T21:25:52.299-07:00Nobody ever asked me to "go with them" e...Nobody ever asked me to "go with them" either. Maybe that's why I married the first one (who sounds a lot like your Robbie) who did ask.Theresa Mahoneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10709965543595065306noreply@blogger.com