Lee - yay, happy to have the alternative storyline, this one getting a bit dark, but all non-story comments on this blog please, I've deleted your comment
He scrambled to his feet and backed warily to the wall, wishing something, anything, would happen that he could actually deal with. If it was Jorge, somehow in the apartment, this would be a cat-and-mouse hunt and he was definitely the mouse, Jorge was insane. All those Gauloises had burnt out his brain long ago - well, and the psychotic drugs he'd favoured as well, of course. The lobby door slammed downstairs, loud in the loaded silence, and his heart jumped. Help, or more trouble? Either way ..... he started purposefully towards the door to his hallway, every nerve taut. He had to to get to the front door, see whether the person who had entered the building was friend or foe.
He reminded himself firmly that he didn't believe in ghosts. But would the dog have slept through a person entering the apartment? He went back to his dog, stubbing his toe painfully on the coffee table in the dark, and crouched beside it. Breathing, and warm. Good. Even when he shook it, though, the dog slept on. Another furtive sound behind him brought his head around sharply as he strained to see into the darkness.
He was feeling more uneasy by the minute. A Gauloise-smoking ghost, or the man who had once sworn if he found him again, he would kill him? He glanced towards the dog, faintly visible in the dim light coming through the window from the streetlights. Still hadn't moved. In fact - hadn't moved when he tripped over it, either. The hairs on the back of his neck lifted.
He wished he'd thought to unpack that box first. As he opened each box, trying to guess from the feel of the top items what it contained, he thought he heard a sound in the darkness. Not from the dog - that was lying near the window. From the shadows in the hallway ...
Part of the problem is that the people each want to love don't want to be loved by them. Older guys setting their sights on women 20 years younger than themselves, younger guys setting impossibly high standards considering what they themselves have to offer, and as for women, well, we are notoriously difficult to please. Some get it right, most don't.
Lots on conditional love on offer, but unconditional love, no, there will never be enough of that.
I'm told it is possible to know where you are in time, or where you are in space, but not both at the same time. But I think that is universe stuff for rocket scientists, because I know I am sitting at my desk and I know it is 17h58
and I know that it is raining. How's your rain situation?
Yes and no, I have met a few people here and it was very cool. BUT I did a lot of windowshopping first, of course. You do too, I'm sure. We all do. Not that one, not that one, mmm maybe - no, yikes definitely not that one, ooh definite maybe ...
You know what, I tend to skip men who say things like they are trustworthy. How can you promise to be trustworthy before you even met? So you've been chatting, maybe talking on skype, with someone who looks right, and you finally meet and she's expecting someone she can trust from that minute on and you take one look and think nah, not The One (because you never know, until you meet) and she's upset and you're surprised because you never promised her a rose garden ... but in a way you did?
So maybe some window shoppers have passed you by because you offer more than is realistic ...
Molly, yeah, the trick may be to coax it out, tell it that it's no longer the bad emotion just so long as it in return promises not to shout wolf fo no reason?
Over the last few years I've been trusting my other instincts more and more, seems a shame to keep this one chained in the dark if it could be useful ...
I may sound very slightly loony. What's the moon doing?
Stillnot, the blogs missed you too. I can speak for them in this matter.
Well mine definitely did. There are some people whose comments are always worth reading because they are often off the path most travelled and you are in that lovely select group and I am very pleased indeed to see you, don't know if I mentioned
Even twins can be entirely different types but still, odd patterns can develop. Right now I have Pisces, Aries and Leo friends so no patterns there whatsoever.
Evil - comes down to the individual. If anyone I feel intense about is more comfortable in the company of others, then we aren't a match and can only ever be friends. I yam what I yam.
Also partly the reason my default state is single because all that intensity is exhausting
Deedee - it's one of those absolutely bizarre things which comes up more often than not - Libras, more than any other sign, are likely to have a slight gap between their front teeth.
Whether they were born in the north or south hemisphere, too, so it has nothing to do with being conceived in winter / summer. It absolutely fascinates me.
It certainly isn't across the board, my daughter is a Libra and hasn't got one, but 9 out of 10 times when I've met someone with even the slightest gap they've been a Libra. Go know.
I don't know of any other physical clue to any other sign - except that many Leos will have longer than usual hair, and/or more of it. Of course the age group I'm cruising these days, I only know that when they show me the pics from the past.
And someone who looks at you straight to your backbone will usually be a Scorpio.
No other pointers. Pity, because it could be handy - plus show there is something more to astrology than most people will credit!
Thanks for answering, and I looked up your matches in case Krinka doesn't log in today - copied / pasted The most compatible signs with Libra are generally considered to be Gemini, Leo, Sagittarius and Aquarius. The least compatible signs with Libra are generally considered to be Cancer and Capricorn.
So at least you know to look out for guys with manes of good hair
Evil, fair enough. Oddly enough when I have dated types like yourself in the past - never, obviously, gone past friendly dating I never have felt a moment's jealousy, even if it could take the guy half an hour to go to the loo and come back, he stopped so often to chat. I'd carry a book in my handbag and haul it out if it looked like he would be a while. You take people as they are and react accordingly, enjoy the company for what it is and as long as it lasts.
So, hmm, conclusion, levels of jealousy are directly relatable to depth of feeling.
Eish, I would like any man, any sign of the Zodiac, who makes me think he was smart. Or would I? Funny thing that the men who impress me with their brains very rarely attract a more primal response from me. My ex husband is a computer genius but on a human-to-human basis not so scintillating, so that worked.
I love being surprised when I have decided how a man I know well will react and instead he says something that is completely interesting. And of course a complete turn-off when instead he exposes himself as bigoted or incapable of original thought at all ...
On topic: sure, jealousy is unattractive. I like best the flashes of honesty that have showed in this blog, though. We all covet occasionally whether it is for seconds or a kickstarter towards achievement or to a worrying degree. It is a little too protective of our image to say 'I never have, never do, and never will, feel it'. I like self-aware honesty. Some very nice responses popped up in the comments
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Lee - yay, happy to have the alternative storyline, this one getting a bit dark, but all non-story comments on this blog please, I've deleted your comment