Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky, I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why? Why do I love you? I think and smile, because I know the list could run on for miles.
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch, so many little things that make me love you so much. The way you support me, and help with my emotions, the way that you care and show such devotion.
The way that your kiss, fills me with desire, and how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire. The way your eyes shine when you look at me, lost with you forever is were I want to be.
The way that I feel when you're by my side, a sense of completion and overflowing pride. The dreams that I dream, that all involve you, the possibilities I see and the things we can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart, how that deep in my soul, you are the most important part. I could go on for days, telling of what I feel, but all you really must know is my love for you is real.
I guess the older men get the more ingrained into the theory that they are less desirable. In days of old, when cavemen were bold, only the strongest and the fittest survived.
So when the belt has to be loosened a notch, and the hairdresser takes less time each visit, the ego can be a little more fragile.
Unless of course you dont actually care about rejection in which case it doesnt matter.
As a shy wallflower, I am in fear of not rejection, but the fact that a woman will say yes!! Then I have to start playing the game. I enjoy the company of women for who they are. I enjoy the different perspective, the breaking down of stereotypical attitudes, and then the openness that comes from realising that men and women can be freinds without agendas.
When you are in the British Judicial system, you are asked to swear on your own holy book.
Why not when being sworn into a position of trust?
Next the agitated conservative right wing politicians and bloggers will be complaining about undermining American civilisation by speaking Arabic at a Muslim convention!
Where will it end?
Are the right wingers so paranoid that they think that there is such a thing as an American civilisation? The US as a civilisation is only a baby compared to others. Your society is ever-changing. With the influx of Europeans, Latins & others, there will never be a stationary "civilisation"
I can say the same about my own society. Its only 1500 years old, also a teenager when compared to the Egyptians and the Chinese and many others, that I have no knowledge of.
How can I complain about the dilution of the WASP in the UK, when the influx of Asians actually adds grace and tolerance to an increasingly graceless and intolerant society.
... to be consistantly inconsistant is the only thing that is a constant comfort.
Certainly, uncertainty is a joy to keep us on our toes, however as long as it can be a regular irregularity, then it forces us to think outside the box to form and improve upon our "on-the-spot" decision makin processes.
All of these figures that you quote are from a source that is renowned for "expanding" the truth.
The British people dont want the "war" anymore than any sane American.
Tony Blair went to war illegally. Fact
George W. Bush is the greatest threat to world peace, there is.
Anyone who blindly accepts that Bush listens to God, and that God told him to go to war, needs to take the same meds that Bush should be on.
Diplomacy would always be better than war. But as the motives nor the measurable objectives of this war are not clear, how can anyone support to of the world's biggest war criminals by saying they are doing the right thing?
The world's perception of the US govt is one of a bullying big brother who, if he doesnt like the game, takes all the toys away.
But to do it, he needs his uncle John Bull to keep the pesky Euros in line, because they are the ones with all the financial support of all his grand ideas!
Get all of your young men and women and our young men and women out of there, make sure they get proper medical treatment for mind and body, and then let the Arabs and the Persians do what they do best ... sort it out themselves.
Oh! but wait .. Dubya wont let that happen as the toys that the little boys have include black sticky stuff that Dubya dont have!
Why do I love you???
Ah Mags, darling, Im sorry, but its a mixture of work, no internet connection and thinking of the right thing to say.Never was I before stuck for words, but its a funny thing!