That is one stark goodbye, Athens (isn't it kind of late over there??)
I'd prefer to discuss the future, but here's one the summarizes my past:
Heart Turns To Stone » Foreigner
The days and nights you sit around wondering where can she be Hoping that she might appear, out of nowhere But you fail to see
All the hurt inside, the wounded pride Ooh what she went through for you You cheated and lied, as her love slowly died And her heart just broke in two
When she was with you, all along Behind you right or wrong She tried to hold on, hold on But you went too far, and she's gone
And now it's over and her heart turns to stone No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone She cries a little as her heart turns to stone She's that kind of woman She'll do fine on her own
What you thought was a game A game you were winning Wouldn't go your way Now you've lost what you had And your back to the beginning It's the price you have to pay
When she was with you, all along Behind you right or wrong She tried to hold on, hold on But you went too far, and she's gone
And now it's over and her heart turns to stone No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone She cries a little as her heart turns to stone She's that kind of woman She'll get by on her own
She hides the pain But her heart turns to stone No time for pity When her heart turns to stone She cries sometimes As her heart turns to stone She's that kind of woman She'll get by on her own
Yeah it's over And her heart turns to stone Don't look for pity now When her heart turns to stone Listen to her cry Listen to her cry She's a woman now Ooh it's a sad thing to see To see a heart turn to stone The heart of a woman A heart turned to stone
On All Hallow's Eve, when I was wearing those "soul sunglasses"(they were on special at Walmart for one night only by this guy wearing a devil's mask), I was surprised to find myself peering into your deep, dark soul, Pearl. I began to glimpse your innermost spirit...and then the damn thing expired or something
Now all I see is this shimmering, glaring light that kind of hurts my eyes. You are opaque to me once more
Sorry to hear that, Dusty. We get a lot of that here in South Dakota. You know, I used to love deer. After totaling a pickup on one, you just don't feel quite so friendly. I'm beginning to think of them as big, horned cockroaches.
Damn, that's so much love we might need to call the EPA in on it if it ever gets fully released. And to think people are so worried about global warming. Sheesh.
First of all, I think that's kind of stretching the rules about tormenting people by being oblique, P. Second, why are you so sure some enterprising and devilish person couldn't translate that?
Jeez. And to think I've never been that much into fishing. That sounds almost fun...and I suppose if you let the poor fish have a sip from the cold one, he might not even know he's been netted! Very clever, Athens, fiendishly so, if I might say.
Really, are we meeting all these special people? Well, undoubtedly some of us are, but aren't some Europeans and others finding their matches? Have you conducted a scientific study on this?
But seriously, mentioning crushes here is an almost certain predictor of doom, isn't it? I like the idea of just describing them, oh so subtly, and them letting them torture their way through all your clues...but I seem to be growing evil again... Damn...
Actually, we've done that before, too, haven't we? How many different ways can we obliquely approach this love-quandary?
To make a big change, I think that's exactly what's required. Maybe not so much for small alterations, but usually in a relationship when one or both parties have major complaints, the incentive for either of them to change has to be pretty massive, imo.
I've experience this directly, btw. I would not address a major problem of mine until by ex told me she didn't love me. But that wouldn't work unless you are *desperately* in love with your Significant Other.
Well, I think the beauty...and the curse...of this list is that we all kind of have our eyes on each other, don't we? Muuuahh...ah...ah I seem to be running out of pep today. Last night kind of wore me out. and I still haven't mowed that damn lawn...
I understand what you're saying, Unmatchable. To a large degree, the ability to accurately and swiftly make those kind of calculations undeniably flows from intelligence and experience. That's fine. However --
My question in reading the above is whether or not some of your swifty judgment are based on false standards -- that is, standards which don't necessarily negatively affect your compatibility, but are perhaps more self-defensive in nature. There are those, for example, whose profiles suggest that they wouldn't be compatible with someone who didn't share their love of baseball or certain styles of music. Those kinds of standards seem artificial to me, and not conducive to accurate selection of a compatible person.
So, not knowing you well enough to do more than guess, I wonder if you some of your standards might be unsound or unnecessary? If the end result is being alone, there is that logical suggestion (it's also possible that by the nature of what one is, a deep romantic bond maybe simply impossible).
"Void." That's the word I was looking for, Daniel. Well-said above.
I think some are confusing being in good shape psychologically with being "complete." It's not likely any of us has or ever will be "complete" in any absolute sense of perfection or fulfillment. What's being said by most here is that we want someone who has acheived a basically good relationship with him or herself. Someone who's fundamentally neurotic and needy isn't going to be capable of a sound romantic relationship, obviously.
But having a "void" to fill is not identical to being emotionally needy in the neurotic or unhealthy sense, I think. It's simply an acknowledgment that we don't have all we need within ourselves for an ideal life. If that weren't true, we wouldn't need friends or lovers or even the companionship offered by this list
One of the things I've noticed in profiles is this sentiment (roughly paraphrased): "I have an incredibly active life and an unbelievably supportive cast of closeknit friends, and am greatly satisfied with my life and career. However, I do miss having some companionship between the hours of 7 - 9 on alternate Saturday evenings. May I pencil you in?"
Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but it's my impression from a number of profiles here. I'm certainly happy for these people, assuming their life-summary is real and not principally an attempt to avoid appearing as a loser, but I don't find them terribly appealing in a romantic sense.
I think romance requires some form of need or strong want on the part of both partners that the other fulfills to some degree. "Completion" is probably too strong of a word for this reciprocity, but there must be something missing in you that another person can provide, in my view, in order for a romantic bond to have substance. Absent that mutual "filling-need" (for lack of a better phrase), I don't think your bond will have the strength to qualify as love. You might become friends, but that critical bonding force will be missing.
I'm jealous of both your gorgeous words and that apparently rather fresh sun "Rainbow of a tear"? Where do you get your material? Does a goddess come down an whisper in your ear? You can tell me. I won't reveal your secret to anyone, I promise
Really? Well, I'm sure that comes and goes, depending on what you say from day to day. I remember kind of bracing myself the first time you wrote something mildly controversial. And then I thought: good for him! I like seeing someone being honest about what they think, short of being obviously mean.
Sorry, Sassy That last sentence was a tad ambiguous, wasn't it? I meant that an overweight person can be good-looking, but not because of their being overweight. They're just naturally good-looking due to good genes or whatever. I was just conversing with a lady that fell into that category fairly well.
I think it might be cool, and probably more meaningful, to have Profile Ratings along with the photo ratings. The rating would tell you what people think of what you wrote -- how appealing or well-written/informative they found it -- which surely is at least as important as what you look like?
RE: The Best songs written for an ex.
That is one stark goodbye, Athens (isn't it kind of late over there??)I'd prefer to discuss the future, but here's one the summarizes my past:
Heart Turns To Stone » Foreigner
The days and nights you sit around wondering where can
she be
Hoping that she might appear, out of nowhere
But you fail to see
All the hurt inside, the wounded pride
Ooh what she went through for you
You cheated and lied, as her love slowly died
And her heart just broke in two
When she was with you, all along
Behind you right or wrong
She tried to hold on, hold on
But you went too far, and she's gone
And now it's over and her heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
She's that kind of woman
She'll do fine on her own
What you thought was a game
A game you were winning
Wouldn't go your way
Now you've lost what you had
And your back to the beginning
It's the price you have to pay
When she was with you, all along
Behind you right or wrong
She tried to hold on, hold on
But you went too far, and she's gone
And now it's over and her heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
She's that kind of woman
She'll get by on her own
She hides the pain
But her heart turns to stone
No time for pity
When her heart turns to stone
She cries sometimes
As her heart turns to stone
She's that kind of woman
She'll get by on her own
Yeah it's over
And her heart turns to stone
Don't look for pity now
When her heart turns to stone
Listen to her cry
Listen to her cry
She's a woman now
Ooh it's a sad thing to see
To see a heart turn to stone
The heart of a woman
A heart turned to stone