<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:40:55.207-08:00</updated><category term='women sad stories'/><category term='the Therese character'/><category term='Italian actress'/><category term='Mr. Prince look alike'/><category term='the mistress'/><category term='Therese'/><category term='children out of wedlock'/><category term='Mr. Prince'/><category term='Pierre Angeli'/><category term='Mr. Jones'/><title type='text'>Of  Women and Their Men</title><subtitle type='html'>Fictional as well as true accounts of lives led by  women, their families and friends - how everyone strives to find happiness, despite life's ups and downs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315.post-5152446984654924291</id><published>2010-02-01T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:47:40.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women sad stories'/><title type='text'>Lydia and her encounter with Balthazar - the beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;After graduating from a prestigious university, Lydia became a government employee. This was not her original plan but her mom forced her,&amp;nbsp; thinking that Lydia would be able to save a lot from her salary. Think of the free lunch and daily snacks that went with it. They owned a small cafeteria near her place of work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The job did not allow intellectual challenge. It was simply a&amp;nbsp; boring,&amp;nbsp; job. At first there were no complications. Unfortunately, Lydia "fell in love" with her office mate. He was a man looking for his own direction, having had issues with his father. His mom died before he could finish a university degree and this made him even sadder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Two people both starting life, met and decided to fall in love. Though both seemed compatible, their friends&amp;nbsp; knew right away that the relationship would not last. In fact, the relationship came into fruition because someone just won a bet. The bettors? The man and his co-employees. It was clear from the start that the woman was far superior in intellect. The man was an undergraduate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;In the meantime, Lydia was having problems at home. Her parents were on the verge of a separation. Her mother told her to go ahead. She can leave the house. get her own place, take with her all her belongings. There was no more time. It was reported that her father will soon leave the house and he was going to cart away all the&amp;nbsp; things the family owned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So one day she moved out. Together with a friend and a co-worker, they rented an apartment. Her friend's boyfriend slept there most days. Balthazar, her boyfriend did the same. It was an arrangement that most people at that time would frown on. It could not be helped, she convinced herself. It was a necessary "evil".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And so the problems began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; She and her friend got pregnant. Her friend decided not to keep the baby. Her boyfriend was married, after all. Lydia decided on her own to keep her baby. Her own boyfriend wanted an abortion but she was too afraid to do it. &amp;nbsp; Under these conditions, Lydia resigned from work. It would be too embarrasing . The boyfriend didn't want to marry her. And worse, the boyfriend started avoiding her. After several months, he also resigned from his job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Back at home, Lydia's father decided to leave the house. Yes, he brought along everything, leaving nothing behind. It was a form of punishment. He wanted Lydia's mom to suffer financially, so he could force her into submission. But that was not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Meanwhile, Lydia was in hiding. She could not show herself to her family, or what's left of it,&amp;nbsp; because she was already big with her baby. It was just the beginning of a series of a tumultous events that would leave her scarred for life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Her mom decided to take her back, together with all the shame and worn-down pride. Her daughter was supposed to be intelligent. But what happened? She had become an unwed mother. Her mom avoided coming home. She would often stay at the restaurant and would not acknowledge Lydia's presence during the few times she visited their place of business.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It was too heartbreaking. There was only her friend to go with her during her pre-natals. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4498908374758445315-5152446984654924291?l=cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/5152446984654924291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4498908374758445315&amp;postID=5152446984654924291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/5152446984654924291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/5152446984654924291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/2010/02/lydia-and-her-encounter-with-balthazar.html' title='Lydia and her encounter with Balthazar - the beginnings'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315.post-4791417032431194853</id><published>2008-11-28T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:34:38.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Prince look alike'/><title type='text'>Mr. Prince looks like more than a prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2UumaCYkI/AAAAAAAAB-8/DoLwIJcUufc/s1600-h/robert+downey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2UumaCYkI/AAAAAAAAB-8/DoLwIJcUufc/s200/robert+downey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291048665534849602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Therese uses the face of that great actor Robert Downey to portray his lover,    Mr. Prince. Any similarities in lives led?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for you to take a guess, if you care to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://hollywoodcrap.com/2008/06/20/is-robert-downey-jr-off-the-wagon/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site  for the photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4498908374758445315-4791417032431194853?l=cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/4791417032431194853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4498908374758445315&amp;postID=4791417032431194853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/4791417032431194853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/4791417032431194853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-prince-looks-like-more-than-prince.html' title='Mr. Prince looks like more than a prince'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2UumaCYkI/AAAAAAAAB-8/DoLwIJcUufc/s72-c/robert+downey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315.post-6094976880308868137</id><published>2008-11-27T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:03:57.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Prince'/><title type='text'>The Prince of her  dreams</title><content type='html'>Yes, among all the lovers Therese  had, it is Mr. Prince, that she fell in love with. In fact she could say, that right now her feelings for him have not diminished despite the many restrictions surrounding their  'relationship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therese  met Mr. Prince 14 years ago. She was still working very actively then. He was her neighbor. He lived alone. His wife  left  because she could no longer stand his  womanizing. Because they   were neighbors, she got to see him once in awhile, until one day,  they discovered that they were both lonely and needed each other  to warm and lust  the night away. It happened in his place where they  were drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Therese was with another man then. This man  came to see her some days and every time, the visit turned to be a disaster. It wasn't too long that the man  decided to just give support to his son and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Mr. Prince conveniently provided Therese  with a shoulder to cry on, someone who made her  laugh with his nonsense and jokes. The arrangement was good. He was just next door.  But there was a problem, he was out of work. It came to a point where he could no longer   afford to pay his apartment and was asked to leave. Meanwhile, Therese  was stuck in the place where they originally met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therese learned little by little about Mr. Prince. He   essentially had a kind heart. But most times, he chewed too much more than he could swallow.   She also eventually found out that the wife left with his kids;  and that he had other consorts, one  was a woman with whom he  has a son, and another from whom he has three sons. These two,  plus other unnamed and other short-lived  flings on the side punctuated his existence. Mr. Prince's   life was actually  a big  mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therese was not sure why, despite the mess he brought along with him, she  still longed and wanted to be near  him.  Why? He obviously had no money.  Ironically, on countless times, Therese  was more than willing to loan him money.  Out of  job and no clear life direction,  Mr. Prince needed another lost soul to give a semblance of life to get on.  There were points when Therese was clueless, not sure what to do.  There were many questions: how he arrived at  the life he was trying to live  when she  met him. Therese knew nothing substantial about his women, what they  were like,   or what sort of  lifestyle  they led. All she knew was that the woman with three kids was in a job which required  international  travel every year. About the other one, it was actually,  also sketchy at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things will unfold to shock the daylights out of Therese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4498908374758445315-6094976880308868137?l=cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/6094976880308868137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4498908374758445315&amp;postID=6094976880308868137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/6094976880308868137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/6094976880308868137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/2008/11/prince-of-my-dreams.html' title='The Prince of her  dreams'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315.post-8507094530659785853</id><published>2008-11-26T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:01:12.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Jones'/><title type='text'>Mr. Jones is Therese's  current boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Mr. Jones  is the father of Therese's   youngest daughter, who is 1 1/2 years old.  He is rich, educated and holds a responsible position in a very large company. He never comes to Therese  apartment, only if really, really needs to, like when they both  have an unsettled  altercation. The last time was when he accused Therese  of infidelity. The nerve.  Who is he to speak to me about infidelity. True, he  provides support for his child. But, they  have this arrangement. Therese is not exclusive to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones kind of  jealous of Therese's  past lovers, specifically,  Mr. Prince, who   fathered one of her  kids. This is what she can not comprehend. He wants to have all the rights with her , and yet Therese didn't  have any with him. Her  fault. She is  a mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2MpPjVUQI/AAAAAAAAB-k/g2ZVLdkBcEk/s1600-h/timothy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2MpPjVUQI/AAAAAAAAB-k/g2ZVLdkBcEk/s200/timothy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291039777407455490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Mr. Jones look-alike, Hollywood actor and TV star, Timothy Busfield, to give a better look and feel of one of the characters in these stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.movietome.com/people/5205/timothy-busfield/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site for the photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4498908374758445315-8507094530659785853?l=cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/8507094530659785853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4498908374758445315&amp;postID=8507094530659785853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/8507094530659785853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/8507094530659785853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-jones-is-my-current-boyfriend.html' title='Mr. Jones is Therese&apos;s  current boyfriend'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2MpPjVUQI/AAAAAAAAB-k/g2ZVLdkBcEk/s72-c/timothy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315.post-532680561858203585</id><published>2008-11-13T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:00:45.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children out of wedlock'/><title type='text'>And then came the children</title><content type='html'>So far, Therese has  a boy,  the eldest,  and  three girls. As to who fathered each child will have to remain a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therese's  life's  been great.  She  could not ask for more. She has  what she  needs materially as a result of a flourishing 'socially oriented' career. But in between,  she had to give birth to her  children. For one, she didn't engage in abortion. Her  children  were conceived and they were brought into this world she thought,  for a reason. And whether, those reasons would lead to hurting  everyone or anyone if they found out, is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not within Therese  purview anymore. Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4498908374758445315-532680561858203585?l=cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/532680561858203585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4498908374758445315&amp;postID=532680561858203585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/532680561858203585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/532680561858203585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-then-came-children.html' title='And then came the children'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315.post-6068781768648634515</id><published>2008-09-03T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:03:36.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pierre Angeli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian actress'/><title type='text'>Therese,  a Piere Angeli look-alike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2HYHxgSVI/AAAAAAAAB-c/IWB_LdASBoQ/s1600-h/pier+angeli+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2HYHxgSVI/AAAAAAAAB-c/IWB_LdASBoQ/s200/pier+angeli+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291033985703496018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the Italian actress Piere Angeli. Although she is not an exact replica, many ( specially the DOM's)  say Therese's   looks take after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Piere Angeli does not seem familiar,  here are some bits  of info from Wikipedia - She was born as Ana Maria Piere Angeli on June 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piere Angeli was launched by MGM  "in Teresa (1951, Fred Zinnemann). Enthusiastic reviews for her eloquent and understated performance compared her to Greta Garbo. She received an Oscar nomination and won a Golden Globe. With Stewart Granger she played in The Light Touch (1952, Richard Brooks). She indeed brought a light touch of innocence to the film, but her next few films would be respectable but unexciting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pier had a relationship with James Dean but, under pressure from her domineering mother, she married Catholic singer Vic Damone in 1954. MGM discovered another European ingénue, Leslie Caron, and they loaned Angeli out to other studios. At Warner Bros she made The Silver Chalice (1954, Victor Saville) which was only remarkable for the debut of Paul Newman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During the 1960's she worked in Europe. Few of her films during that period were notable, despite a strong performance in The Angry Silence (1960, Guy Green). She was reunited with Stewart Granger for Sodom and Gomorrah (1962, Robert Aldrich) and she played a brief role in Battle of the Bulge (1965, Ken Annakin). She made her final appearance in the low-budget sci-fi opus Octaman (1971, Harry Essex). On 10 September 1971 she was found dead of a barbiturate overdose. She was only 39 years old".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.ph/imgres?imgurl=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2781386945_1e9ffa65ff.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://filmstarpostcards.blogspot.com/2008/06/pier-angeli.html&amp;amp;usg=__bh1eaSdicZk1Ri0Y7cQNUzC0Un4=&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=325&amp;amp;sz=112&amp;amp;hl=tl&amp;amp;start=11&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=cds9hYPZzQMDhM:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=85&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DPierre%2BAngeli%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dtl%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26channel%3Ds%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site for the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know who Therese  look like, are you still wondering why she was  popular with the men?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4498908374758445315-6068781768648634515?l=cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/6068781768648634515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4498908374758445315&amp;postID=6068781768648634515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/6068781768648634515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/6068781768648634515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-take-my-looks-after-piere.html' title='Therese,  a Piere Angeli look-alike?'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SW2HYHxgSVI/AAAAAAAAB-c/IWB_LdASBoQ/s72-c/pier+angeli+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315.post-6017160763800431832</id><published>2008-09-02T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:09:44.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Therese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mistress'/><title type='text'>Who is Therese?</title><content type='html'>She has fantasized about getting a man of her   own.  Someone, who will father her four kids, at  current count. They are not from one man but from several.  She is totally not having pangs of guilt at all, for such is what life has taught her,  thus far. She is not ashamed. She remains remorseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should she? Overall, life has treated Therese  badly. She  can only suffer so much. Experiencing pain and hunger at a young age, she  learned to fend and take care of her  own needs,  as well as that of her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a teen, she met this man who promised to help. Being young and naive, she found only too soon that he  was just after her  youthful body. And so the men began coming and slipping away from her  life. Guilt?  There were mouths to feed, bills to pay and needs to satisfy.   Money was abundant,  and so were the nice things she  wanted.  Not to mention the beautiful and elegantly furnished  love nest she rented where some of the   "physical love"  offered on Therese's  doorstep were consummated.  She was at the top of her  game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4498908374758445315-6017160763800431832?l=cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/6017160763800431832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4498908374758445315&amp;postID=6017160763800431832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/6017160763800431832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/6017160763800431832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/2008/09/allen-key.html' title='Who is Therese?'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498908374758445315.post-651199405929442014</id><published>2008-09-01T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:21:00.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Therese character'/><title type='text'>Beginnings, the Therese character</title><content type='html'>Therese has been  a guest relations officer  since she   was 19 years old. Physically, lots of men  told her she was very attractive.  And she believed them. Why shouldn't she? These men have practically begged that she I provide them the leisure that entertained their humdrum lives.  To her, it was just a job.  Having not enough money to get a good education, she opted to get a dishonored life  that promised and delivered   a comfortable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a comfortable life. She  always dreamed of nice, expensive and flashy things. There are no substitutes for these material things. And that's how Therese from the exterior.  She is tall, fair and  good skinned.  She commands loads of lewd and meaningful stares and glances every time she drives her fashionable car, whatever it is at that moment. She has it the men's way. Whatever is their pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therese's only problem is her voice. It is not as seductive as she wants it to be. The voice is high pitched, thin and squeaky. So, she is always better seen than heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her  real issues are buried deep within. If only she  can totally tell all. Suffice it to say, the image does not totally, match the real person inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Therese journey, or perhaps a diary of what she  has gone through in life. How she enjoys and yet hates  the manner in which  she lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is  Therese. But that is not her  real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4498908374758445315-651199405929442014?l=cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/feeds/651199405929442014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4498908374758445315&amp;postID=651199405929442014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/651199405929442014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4498908374758445315/posts/default/651199405929442014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityliessuburbandeceit.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-is-stacy.html' title='Beginnings, the Therese character'/><author><name>Lotus Flower</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eta3d4APcw/SOAqIEaHQ_I/AAAAAAAAB7w/DDjmCfNgEkg/S220/blog+malu4blogprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
