My first kiss and subsequant kisses from the first and great love of my life spoiled it for me. We were teens and I loved him so much it was like living with a constant toothache, only the sight of him relieved the ache. We were a steady couple for 4years through high school and then I went away to persue my studies. When I finished my studies (3 yrs) I returned home and was sure we would marry but it was not to be, he had changed as had I, and although I still adored him,it was in a more mature way. I did not have to be with him every second of my life. He on the other hand had become more possesive of me and wanted just too much control of my life. Events caused me to be called abroad and it was during that time that this great romance we had lived started to dwindle and in the end just fizzled out. No great tearful and wrenching goodbys , we just drifted apart. I married, later I heard he had married too but did not last very long.We never saw each other again. The man I married and remain with never fulfilled me as my first love did, he never kissed me like him, he never loved me as much as him, and it was late in my marriage when I came to realize that I had never really gotten over my first love. My unhappy state most of my life was not caused by my husband who is a good person but my constant searching and yearning for the love I once had and lost. I have heard from friends back home lately that he has been making inquiries about me to my family. All this to tell you my first kiss marked me for life.

On Wednesday May 13th 1987 we happened to be in Vienna on a short business trip. Finishing early that day we were walking by city hall and read in the window of a restaurant that Placido Domingo would be singing at the Rathhausplatz (something like an open courtyard of the city hall) later that afternoon and that admission was free. Also present were going to be the Vienna Boys’ choir and members of the Vienna ballet company. We went for lunch and rerturned later to the city hall when all of sudden it started to rain, actually it just poured and poured. So that was it, we decide to leave. Just as we were making our way out of our seats, someone appeared with plastic ponchos for everyone who wanted to stay, and if memory serves we were also given a small towel to wipe our seats that were now very wet. How could we not, we went back to our seats and in a flash the orchestra (none other than the Vienese Symphony I believe)opened with a most beautiful rendition of the Cicilian Vespers. The crowd was absolutely mesmerised by the beautifully haunting melody being played in the rain which had lightened up a bit by then. As Placido Domingo made his way on to the stage the crowd erupted. He started off with an aria from my most favorite opera Tosca, then sang another Verdi aria from Luisa Miller. I can’t recall what the Boys’ Choir sang or what the dances were, but when Domingo returned to the stage he knocked everyone out of their seat with “Wien, Wein nur Du allein” accompanied by the choir. People were on their feet, cheering and singing along with him after he graciuosly agreed to sing it again. I still get goose bumps thinking about that evening and the generosity of a great artist who did not disapoint. Later that same evening he came in with a small entourage for a drink at the hotel where we were staying. I screwed up my courage and approached him to ask would he please sign my program which had gotten very wet, he did,and exchanged a few words with us, He thanked us for staying in the rain to hear him. I could not thank him enough for his singing in the rain for us knowing how careful artists of his caliber must be about their vocal cords, he laughed, thanked me again and returned to his group. I can tell you that whenever it was possible for us to attend any of his appearances, which have been quite a few over the years, we did. We last saw him in Paris and again had a wonderful opportunity to speak with him and he did remember his concert in Vienna in the rain long ago. He was a beautiful young man then and he now is a beautiful older man.

Which part of wowOwow did Klein not get? WTF?

Any of our busines? Who asked that question? My gawwwd of course it is any of our business, who would stand by and watch children being raped by dirty old controling freaks under the guise of some phony baloney ‘religion’. This question really offends.

Go ahead Edith Ann (when I was little I used to think your name was Eat-a-fan) you yellandscreamandrollonthefloor all you want, its important for little girls to know that being frustrated and angry is OK and if a tantrum relieves your stress all the more good for you. Your good doctor is a wise woman. She knows what is good for little girls who will grow up to be fantastic women. Why am not surprised that she IS a woman? Brava Dr. Lopez! Our ‘Eat-a-fan’ is just perfect as she is tamtrums and all. I just want that big rocking chair so badly and that’s the truth prrrt……

Et puis après, c’est qui cette personne la? Who cares! Age happens to all of us (ALL OF US) why not be gracious about it and stop fighting it just to end looking like a clown. Anyone seen Melanie Griffith lately? Uhg!!!!

Marie Antoinette, and I’d make damned sure that no one would have my head. The girl had it all but had no sense, pauvre malheureuse!

It is called having good manners. Ms Golberg is just a class act, she does not have to cut into anyone’s answer to make her point. Bravo & salutions, ma chère Whoopi!

Is there a way to edit my registration form?

Why doesn’t anyone answer the questions?

The one I told myself, about him.

Moi aussi, le tweezers s.v.p!