so I’ve meet this little lady, and last night I sat on my skateboard ramp in my garage, and she sat in her bed folding laundry and we just talked on the telephoner for a few hours until past midnight when we had to go sleepy.
It is pretty cool. We have a lot of chemistry, we like the same stuff, and we find the same things funny etc etc, and we respecte each others personal life and whatever, and just have fun.
What are the chances? I never thought it would happen to me, but it seems like it is? We are taking it chill and slow, to develop a friendship before we jump in the sack, so we are doing it good I think, and trying to keep it healthy
WTF?? How the hell did this happen? And why doesn’t it happen to people more? I am 27, and feel pretty fucken lucky.
Does this thread belong more in the “brag” forum? I hope not, I just wanted to say, has this happened to anyone else who has found their special little person, and it is just kind of mindblowing at first.
i’ve been with a few different people in the past, but this is the first time where things just sit right without either one of us trying to control the other, b/c we both are into each other the same way.
27 is sooo right around the corner. I’m telling ya, get ready for it, or you’ll be like me and wonder, where the hell it came from.
If you don’t land one by about the third time, chances are you will become weary. The degree of weariness depends on your level of understanding exactly why dating and relationships so often fail. If you do not gain a profound understanding, the depression will haunt you. If you do…it will become comical, and you will learn to predict with great precision the events before they occur. In the last three relationships I’ve had, I found myself observing them as if I were a psychologist with a tweed sports coat and pencil thin moustache. I was, in a sense, beside myself watching myself in the relationship, placing bets with myself on “what would happen next.”
Perhaps I am equipped to take these things so lightly and with ease because, if I had the contempt to lie to women like everyone else does, I could get three ladies in the sack every night if I choose. If, on the other hand, I was horrifically ugly and as dumb as a mule, I would not have such a great constitution before the absurdities of man-and-woman in the modern consumerist world of dating. I would then be performing a kind of “save-face”, if I failed, to lie to myself and pretend as if it was I who chose not to “fall in love,” etc., etc. But since I literally attract women by the dozens (I even carry a fly swatter with me in public), it is by my power to choose if I want myself to succeed. This power provides me with the ability to laugh at the failings, since it is my choice that I fail, that is, since it is my choice not to lie to a woman just to get her in bed when I know I could if I wanted.