Forrest
Active member
How do you do, BrothersofBriar.
My handle is my real name. Forrest. (I don’t run.) A little about me:
First, I ADMIT to inhaling in the 70s --in high school and early college. I then found a gorgeous briar and delicious tobacco blends to wean myself from that which was compromising my productivity in college. After then moving to cigars for the sake of convenience while I work-a-holic'd building my businesses, then, when we became expecting our first child, I gave up smoking altogether --as well as drinking.
After we lost wife-and-mother to leukemia, wife-and-mother who made me promise I’d put together another nuclear family asap after she was gone for the sake of raising the kids, I found that wine with dinner made dating tolerable again --frankly, eventually pleasurable again. Once wife number two and our then-blended-family was in place, I began smoking cigars again. Then, when the convenience of the internet made trying tobaccos so convenient, I put a nice pipe collection together. When she and the kids asked me to quit, I obliged --both smoking and alcohol. No problem; happy to. I love you all very much.
A few short years thereafter, she put her daughter into a boarding school and left me and my kids for her cougar lifestyle. (She was 14 years my junior; her daughter was my youngest’s, my son’s, age. When I met her, she was a rather new chiropractor in deep debt and floundering in life as a single mother doing all the work in the clinic owned by an older chiropractor who would rather play golf. So, I coached and funded her to start up a private clinic of her own that soon provided her financial independence while I basically raised not only our kids, but her, too. [This won’t let my introduction fit; I’ll continue it in comments below, if it will allow me to.]
My handle is my real name. Forrest. (I don’t run.) A little about me:
First, I ADMIT to inhaling in the 70s --in high school and early college. I then found a gorgeous briar and delicious tobacco blends to wean myself from that which was compromising my productivity in college. After then moving to cigars for the sake of convenience while I work-a-holic'd building my businesses, then, when we became expecting our first child, I gave up smoking altogether --as well as drinking.
After we lost wife-and-mother to leukemia, wife-and-mother who made me promise I’d put together another nuclear family asap after she was gone for the sake of raising the kids, I found that wine with dinner made dating tolerable again --frankly, eventually pleasurable again. Once wife number two and our then-blended-family was in place, I began smoking cigars again. Then, when the convenience of the internet made trying tobaccos so convenient, I put a nice pipe collection together. When she and the kids asked me to quit, I obliged --both smoking and alcohol. No problem; happy to. I love you all very much.
A few short years thereafter, she put her daughter into a boarding school and left me and my kids for her cougar lifestyle. (She was 14 years my junior; her daughter was my youngest’s, my son’s, age. When I met her, she was a rather new chiropractor in deep debt and floundering in life as a single mother doing all the work in the clinic owned by an older chiropractor who would rather play golf. So, I coached and funded her to start up a private clinic of her own that soon provided her financial independence while I basically raised not only our kids, but her, too. [This won’t let my introduction fit; I’ll continue it in comments below, if it will allow me to.]
