I have chosen sailing over love interests.
I like doing deliveries and each time I have done one in recent times, I have been seeing someone. Three deliveries, three different guys. Bne-Hamilton Island; Sydney-Airlie Beach; Hobart-Sydney.
Pre-departure, things are fine and I have left on my adventure with my boy's 'blessing'. However, upon my return, things change. Dynamics change, behaviour is questioned, despite my motto that 'gender is left on the dock' in yachting of any description.
I have come to the conclusion that until I find a mate who does not feel insecure and threatened by my NEED to go to sea, I'm better off -and much happier - alone.
Unfortunately some people get the word ownership and relationship mixed up or think they mean the same thing.
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theselkie said.. I have chosen sailing over love interests. I like doing deliveries and each time I have done one in recent times, I have been seeing someone. Three deliveries, three different guys. Bne-Hamilton Island; Sydney-Airlie Beach; Hobart-Sydney. Pre-departure, things are fine and I have left on my adventure with my boy's 'blessing'. However, upon my return, things change. Dynamics change, behaviour is questioned, despite my motto that 'gender is left on the dock' in yachting of any description. I have come to the conclusion that until I find a mate who does not feel insecure and threatened by my NEED to go to sea, I'm better off -and much happier - alone.
Understand that all too well ..... try doing it for a living, being at sea with women in the crew makes it worse ... but I understand entirely where you are coming from. Bonus is the yacht (she) when i am home, she doesn't care as long as we have fun together she is happy. As long as she is bright, shiny and pretty and has some new clothes now and again ... what more can a yacht ask for?
So ladies, please we do understand and yes it goes both ways and guess in the end we are looking to grow old happily, be it with someone or without, ohhh and the cat/dog/goat does not cut it, sorry.
...Yes Meg.... you would be right there. I tend to take for granted that women on yachts are all like me and you... the fearless adventurous type. Interesting to hear your stories. But I have to agree with D....k.....d about the furry friends just not cutting it.... and yes it does go both ways.... Dkd.... I hope you know I'm being lighthearted and cheeky....I'm sure you have had some awful experiences with women at sea. The guy I bought my boat from sailed alone for some 30 years. His wife came with him twice and they struck a storm both times and he said she screamed all night... and never came with him again. My thoughts on sailing out into the deep blue yonder is that you need to be at peace with dying....lol
That's it HG... and how much better to end it doing something awesome than dribling down your nightie in an old people's home.
Good attitude McNaughti and HG, I've never felt afraid at sea, not the time I went overboard or the time I was in a race and the yacht broached in 30knots with a full spinnaker up, being at sea is peaceful, it's the coming back to the dock that's scary...lol! Mind you I am terrified of clowns and other inane things
Sorry Hugh Grant and Meggsy... I dont' understand the steerer driver thing... or leader wheeler...
But I am scared of Magpies in breeding season!!!
Had my head split open by a magpie once so while I'm not afraid I do have a healthy respect for them......here's a strange one, I'm afraid of crickets but happy to have spiders run all over me !
I love crickets... I pick them up. The big Huntsman spiders... I like them and have picked them up... but usually just leave them be.
I feed all the breeding magpies in my neighbourhood, but only while they are breeding, nesting and then fledging, after that they are on their own again as I don't want them to depend on hand feeding all year round. They will come and sit on my arm and be hand fed and then take some to the youngsters, as a result of this I don't get attacked and a very welcome by-product is that I have very few Indian myna birds.
Nice Loose Change. The magpies on the farm where I lived and live are no problem. It's the one's at work that terrify me. They are always dive bombing blokes and taking bits out of their ears and the backs of their heads.
I used to love camping on Black current Island a walk at low tide from Hide Away Bay up north and in early summer occasionally a Maggie would fall out of the nest and Id feed it and give it a water bowl while the mother sorted the chick out. But my favorite was buying up big on Dates and feeding the parrots they would sit all over you and often Id put up a rope for the rest to perch on a most enjoyable time
Bit irrelevant to romance and sailing but seeing we're on the topic of magpies...lol!
I had my final exam for a fairly intensive course I've been on today, I'm the oldest and only female in my class studying to succeed in a technical field, I was the only one who got 100% :), I learnt that working your ass off pays and if you want it bad enough you'll get there :). Now I get to move on to eighteen months of more learning and study (bit like an apprenticeship) to fulfill the dream of what I've wanted for a long, long time but always thought I was too dumb to achieve (this is despite people often telling me I'm clever, but hey what would they know?! I always let myself down.). I know now if I grit my teeth and work hard and focus and just hang in there I'll get there. Achieving your dreams has to be the best feeling in the world (better then love, it lasts longer
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