All righty, since Puppy’s probably outside, chasing his tail little, innocent female puppies, I’ll cut the ribbon at the opening of our new club (if you trust me with a pair of scissors in my hands, that is… ) Everybody’s welcome to join, with only one condition: we all have to prove we’re daring enough to become life adventurers. OK, I’m not saying you must leave your home, quit your job or join a circus (but let me just say WOW!!! if you’re planning to); all you have to do is think a liiiittle out of the box, experience new things in your real life and share with us. As an example, I have this friend of mine (let’s call her ME ), who got bored with working out at the gym, so this Saturday will attend a hip hop class. (Gave yoga another chance a while ago, but, since the only guy there – a newbie too - happened to sit right next to me, we couldn’t help but laughing like nuts at each other’s poses, so we almost got kicked out, hence no Nirvana reached, no experience to talk about. Still, seeing a guy at his first yoga class – PRICELESS, trust me on that!). I’ll keep you posted about that hip hop thing (did I mention that I have a pretty nice disc herniation? )...
Welcome back, Webslinger! Just in case you haven’t read everything, as you said, let me tell you again that I’m sorry for what happened and, if you too think I was rude to you, I sincerely apologize. Peace now?
Name: The World’s Life- Adventurers Club; Location: land, sea and space; Purposes: to explore, take risks, break boundaries…all in all, to enjoy this journey through life;
I wouldn’t ask to be always his priority, but neither an option. I don’t believe I’m the centre of the universe and, anyways, too much affection suffocates me. On the other hand, if he doesn’t pay me enough attention, my interest is gone…for good.
I wouldn’t cry and wouldn’t beg for attention, as well as for his affection. Basically, I don’t want a man in my life no matter what, so, if I stay with him, it’s because I WANT to, not because I NEED to.
I wouldn’t want to know EVERYTHING about him, nor about his past. First of all, ‘cause it’s absolutely impossible to like everything about someone, so I don’t want him to show me he’s not the perfect man I fell in love with. Secondly, what’s the use of knowing all the perfumes he smelled, the bed sheets he tousled, the lips he kissed and bodies he touched before meeting me, as long as he looks at me like I’m the one who can make him want nobody else in the world?
And last but not least, I would let him be the MAN in the relationship. I’d trust he would just KNOW when to dare, when to play and when to dominate.
Honeeey, your only problem is that you sent all those messages to the wrong girls. Don’t be disappointed, I’m cheap! You can write me anytime you feel like it.
...and, since you're a Gemini too, here's something for you, Rusty:
"Dear _ _ _, Here is your AstroSlam for Saturday, August 2:
You'll have a hard time communicating your thoughts today, not that they're even worth talking about. You concern yourself with the most mundane stuff and then blabber about it to people. Believe me, they could care less about your so-called problems."
So you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine , 'cause, as you can see, nobody cares about us today.
I believe in horoscopes, Santa Claus, Easter Bunny and fairytales (although I might have a problem with the storks ...I’m beginning to suspect Anderson wasn’t quite right when he said that they’re the ones that bring the babies to their parents ).
Life Adventurers Club
WHAT THE…???WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING IN MY OWN THREAD, HUH, HUH ???
WHAT’S WITH ALL THESE AND AND AND ???
Damn, that felt good!!! I always wanted to use a megaphone…
OK, now make room for me too…