Worse than a gun is a knife. If confronted by a knife I knew I'd be cut. I also knew the knife-wielder would get worse and at least marked for easy id.
There is a time for laughing and a time for not laughing and this is not one of them. -from Peter Sellers as Inspector Cluseau in one of the Pink Panther flics
There are three kinds of people. Those who can count and those who can't.
Why is there never time to do it right but always time to do it twice?
Just think.
He'd make you rich if you could buy him for what he's worth and sell him for what he thinks he's worth.
There are those who think they can and those who think thay cannot. They are both right.
If you art not a complete, well-functioning package, you can not offer one.
During the time I drove a taxi I saved a girl, fourteen, from a bad set-up date scenario. I asked for and received permission to give her some tips to avoid it happening again. They were:
1. You select the place of meeting and make it some place, if at all possible, where you are known. Certainly on your turf and not his.
2. Try to make it open with more than one way out.
3. Bring friends. If he wants to be with you, one public pre-date won't matter.
4. Watch how he reacts. Is he friendly with your friends or sulky and withdrawn indicating foiled plans.
5. If possible, take him to a place, possibly a pet shop, where he can see and comment about small animals. In large measure, the way he reacts to them is the way he will react to you when you are alone together and he thinks you are defenseless.
This is not all, but it is a good start and these things are easy to do and unobtrusive; they shouldn't arouse any suspicions and, even if they do, if he has no ulterior motive he won't mind.
Just be sure that one or more of the friends you bring along is not a big flirt.
As I told my daughters many times, fear paralyzes. Don't be afraid, be careful.
I have, thankfully infrequently, done this myself; refer to someone with the wrong name. On the few occasions that I did I was thinking of someone who closely resembled the person to whom I was speaking, either physically, or personality-wise.
The wedding invitation could have simply been the wrong card in the wrong envelope, unless David was called David.
I have been reading the forums and in answer to your question: Diana, Goddess of the Hunt. Intelligent, strong, resourceful, independent. I did some hunting for the meaning of 'Karen'.
Karen. Danish form of KATHERINE. Gender: Feminine. Usage: English
Pronounced: KATH-u-rin, KATH-rin From the Greek name ???ate???? (Aikaterine). The etymology is debated: it could derive from the earlier Greek name ‘??ate???? (Hekaterine), which came from ‘e?ate??? (hekateros) "each of the two"; it could derive from the name of the goddess HECATE; it could be related to Greek a???a (aikia) "torture"; or it could be from a Coptic name meaning "my consecration of your name". The Romans associated it with Greek ?a?a??? (katharos) "pure" and changed their spelling from Katerina to Katharina to reflect this.
The name belonged to a 4th-century saint and martyr from Alexandria who was tortured on the famous Catherine wheel. Another saint by this name was Catherine of Siena, a 14th-century mystic. This name was also borne by two empresses of Russia, including Catherine the Great, and by three of Henry VIII's wives.
It's called a pecking order, for lack of a better term.
I think I may have a better term: immature. The idea that someone will come to a relationship with no thought of what they can contribute but only what they can get.
I have often thought that having a disability is like having a filter that automatically excludes shallow people; people who would make you rick quickly if you could buy them for what they are worth and sell them for what they think they are worth.
It is difficult to find quality anywhere with so much dross around. Learn to enjoy the voyage and you will not worry nearly as much about the destination.
Because I say what I want to say and I don't care who likes it or not.
Getting the last word is a matter of timing.
A true adult doesn't shoot from the hip in haphazard fashion, but takes time carefully to consider the response and is careful to ensure that it is not misunderstood.
I have spoken and it is the truth, at least it is my truth. This time and every time. That being the case it will not change.
I don't pray; I gave up on invisible friends and had it confirmed Oct 15, 2006.
The real question should possibly be, "Does the person for whom you so desperately yearn exist?" It's nice to dream, but we have to live in the real world.
I've always believed that you can expect perfection when you achieve it. Good luck.
One definition of a true friend is someone who knows all your faults and likes you anyway. I had that and so did she. I'll have it again or I stay alone.
Believe it or not the best way to handle hot weather is to eat spicy food and drink hot or warm drinks. I have tried it and it works wonders. Even passed the 31C test.
I'd like to be remembered for a few minutes. At least until the end of the service. Hope it's short. Oh, yeah. And where to put the remains after any usable pieces are removed.
All my life Ive been searching for somethin Somethin never comes, never leads to nuthin Nothin satisfies, but Im gettin close Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day When it comes around, and its takinaway Leaves me with the feelin that I fear the most Feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Calm down, dont you resist Your such a delicate rist And if I give it a twist Somethin to hold when I lose my grip
Will I find something in there, To give it just what it needs Another reason to bleed One by one, hidden up my sleeve
One by one, hidden up my sleeve
Hey, dont let it go to waste I love it but, I hate that taste Weight keeping me down
Will I find the believer Another one who believes Another one to decieve Over and over, down on my knees
If I get any closer, i And if you open up wide And if you let me inside On and on, Ive got nuthin to hide
On and on Ive got nuthin to hide
Hey, dont let it go to waste I love it but, I hate that taste Weight keeping me down
All my life Ive been searching for somethin Somethin never comes, never leads to nuthin Nothin satisfies, but Im gettin close Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day When it comes around, and its takinaway Leaves me with the feelin that I feel the most Feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Done, done; on to the next one Done, done, and Im on to the next one Done, done, and Im on to the next one Done, done, and Im on to the next one
Done, done, and Im on to the next one
Done, done, and Im on the next one Done, Im done, and Im on to the next
Done, done; on the next one
Done, Im done; Im on to the next one
Hey, dont let it go to waste I love it but , I hate that taste Weight keeping me down
God gave her a new chance? When did the god of anything - unless you're referring to, "Oh, God, let me off!" - sit on a court bench? The invisible friend is not nearly as useful as a sitting judge.
She'd like to make a difference? Right. Like maybe in her sentence? You get a high priced legal team, you say what they tell you to say and you get the plea bargain/sentence reduction. I think the transcripts, and I would just love to have heard the sidebars, would be very interesting.
Act dumb? Was that an act? You can act however you want if you have the lawyers to back your play. However, anyone who equates dumb with cute has serious problems. Perhaps a whole year's worth of the Dr. Phil House.
But attractive? Never. An interesting situation, however.
I will tell you a short story. I swear every word is true.
In Feb 1993, as the result of a car collision I died in the hospital where my wife worked. She said that she saw me flatline for about 15 minutes. While dead, I remember floating in the room, intensive care, looking down at a nurse observing my body. Two years later when I described her to the lady who had been head nurse, she immediately named the nurse.
That was for verification. After the floating experience I left and was surrounded by darkness with a light in front of me. A very intense light from which I could not look away and which did not hurt. I came out of the light into a treed, grassy plain. Through all this I had the most exhilarating feeling of peace and belonging. There were people there; some I knew.
Given the choice I would never have returned. For over a year following my recovery I would ask why I had to return.
I envy your son's friend but if I want a good outcome I cannot effect the crossover by my own hand. I was especially tempted to try to follow my wife.
Mourn you should, but do not mourn for the friend. He is so much better off than he was here.
RE: Were any of you here when we had the prom last year on CS?
No..