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when you meet someone and you cannot think about anything else except that person, you cant do anything else, you think about him/her all the time, you think of ways that you can just be with him then thats love
Ah, but isn't mystery one of the best parts of the package? If you can't tell on a certain level, then it simply is not there. Mystery is fun at first, but after a while there should be enough clues that even a person in a coma should be able to tell. Men are equally unable to communicate. And in many instances when the woman does tell you, you run out of fear of the thought of commitment.
I hated my (now) husband when I first met him. He annoyed the hell out of me. Literally. He always knew exactly what buttons to push to get me riled up. Drove me up the wall. It got to the point that when going out with our mutual friends and I knew he was going, I would not go. But then one day... meh.. can't really explain it really. We were and still are total opposites, and I imagine always will be in most things. But we make each other happy. In the end, that is all that counts really.
NO, it isn't the best part of the package. *looks around nervously* The best part of the package is the stuff in the front. Oh yeah, and behind. Eyes of course; can't forget those. Hmm. May have to log off. But seriously, we're working hard and tired and you're laying clues around? Why can't you just say? Don't you love us? Hmm? Hmm? We're watching the horizon for bears and you're giving us the "what do you think of my new dress" (secret meaning: "tell me I'm not gaining weight") business. For crying out loud: there are bears, people.
Indeed. Then they come back and find you have moved on and have the nerve to get upset. I think it is their way of keeping their options open.Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Typical. It's what you see what counts. Don't forget the moisturiser. And when we say it, how do you react? Ah yes... "For crying out loud: there are bears, people."
Re: the clues business again. Here's my impression of my capacity for clues. I was in high school and there was this girl in my karate class that I thought was...anyway. (There's that no communication thing.) So every time I see her I'm chatting her up and that, you know, the daily drill. She's a little older than me, goes to a different class so I start going to that class. I'm working up the courage to ask her out and we talk a lot and one day she says to me "Yeah, but the thing I really need is a boyfriend." And then she walks up the stairs, keeping eye contact with me. And I'm like "Yeah, yeah", nodding like an idiot, still trying to think how to ask her out. Such an idiot. Fuck. I just channelled sderenzi. Fuck!
