For the first, there is water everywhere, mostly as rain, but then you can have some fog, sometimes snow or hail. And then the river Göta. And of course the sea with many small islands.
Then hills. I doubt there is a one kilometer distance of a plain ground, it’s either uphill or downhill.
And as last: greenery. Always. Everywhere as water.
Running out of limit, but there are also squirrels and hares, and once I’ve seen a hedgehog trotting by my outplace… And seagulls…
Actually a very romantic town, with all the outdoor cafés, and friendly and helpful people.
After my recent experience on this thread, I can say that it doesn’t have to be your ex, dumb or revengeful or otherwise… And it doesn’t have to be that you’ve disclosed too much information about yourself… It’s enough for a complete stranger to dislike you for some reason, to make up monstrous lies about you and then scream it all over the world.
Would it be too ambitious to conclude that it’s not about what and how much you tell the other, it’s up to your counterpart what they will make of it?
Arrogant, aloof, bad choice of words… Language barrier!
Taken from a different angle… perhaps it’s what I am, and hence being myself, ie being frank didn’t do me any good this time either.
You’ve got your experience, I’ve got mine, we can leave the subject at that level. Though I have to admit that the words “there are matters that men just don’t understand, and there are matters that men refuse to understand, and hence don’t want to know” ‘ve been generated by my (less precious) memories from co-existence with a stronger half, and the base for my “general” conclusion is a very few men I’ve known close.
But on the other side, the bon ton on this fair forum is extrapolation of one’s limited experience across the galaxy, so I just kept in line, didn’t I?
So your policy ”No lies, no secrets” did you good? Glad for you. (Looks like you are the only so far )Though given the degree of rage you’ve told me off for abortions (?), cheating (?), what was there more (?), one can easily assume that it’s your experience, and you are talking about me. Otherwise how could you know about it, and why it made you so angry?
As to another word for secret… I believe I’ve written it: my precious memories. Though don’t know why do you need second, third or fourth word for “secret” as you are not to employ it in your relationships.
And by the way, I want the answer on my question: Why do you allow yourself to tell me off for something I never did?
I’m from another reality, from a parallel world, from fourth dimension… The Orthodox church (and I’m supposed to be Orthodox by default) celebrates the event 2 weeks later than the “civilization”. My family, including my grandmother (who survived WWI, revolution, collectivization, WWII – Leningrad’s blockade, and few other like-wise unpleasant things) wasn’t religious, and hence I have no childhood memories connected to Christmas, but lots of pleasant memories about New Year night – the tree, gifts, guests, lights and music, and funny games, and surprises… and I’s allowed to be with them until I’d drop…
And by any means I, that haven’t managed to have a vacation this year, need sleep.
I don’t get warm and full of good cheer because of Christmas, but there’s no grumpiness either.
I’m even worst that that – I’m a heretic. And I plan to sleep throughout Christmas time…
Christmas commercials don’t irritate me as I don’t watch TV. Pre-Christmas hysterical gift purchasing doesn’t affect me as I never buy Christmas gifts. And it’s rather pleasant with all light garlands around as it’s dark already at 4 pm here…
My beloved holiday is New Year night… then I will celebrate!
Too few options to choose from, none suits me, so I haven’t voted.
I’ve never told everything to anyone, let alone partner/husband. For the first, as a woman I’ve got a right to have my secrets. For the second, there isn’t always a point in telling the stronger half everything – there are matters that men just don’t understand, and there are matters that men refuse to understand, and hence don’t want to know.
I have rejected and I’ve been rejected. Have experienced a total silence as well... once after a date, and once a correspondence stopped without any explanation. None of it was enjoyable, but silence was worst.
Don’t think there is a way to say “Sorry, but I’m not interested...” without hurting your date’s feelings, especially if he/she is interested in you. And I don’t have any suitable “rejecting letter” at hands, as I don’t treat people as items on a conveyer, hence every letter exists only in one exemplar. But I’m sure one has to say about the lack of connection as soon as possible, there’s no other way if you want to maintain your dignity.
I don’t like politics/religion and cloths/shoes, but the rest is fine for me. Again, my participation in forum depends on my mood and the degree of tiredness. Though I promised myself to post something at least once a day and in general I keep my promise.
Oh, I can be absolutely terrified, but not in the middle of the night… but at Saturday/Sunday morning. I wake up in fear that I’ve overslept and will come too late to work.
You see, my organism isn’t used to sleep that much, it takes some time for it to adjust to leisure… and when it’s adjusted, it’s already a Monday again. I hate Mondays…
I agree with that. Our lives are what you do of it, and when you do something to the half, you just cheat on yourself, you live your life only to 50 % then.
My friend’s son is 37 now, never married, no kids. We’ve talked with him (on his initiative) few days ago, and he said that only now, at this age, he feels that it would be a right thing to settle and get a family. Though, according to him, the most women in appropriate age, either were married, now divorced, and have children and don’t want to get more, or have no intention to venture into family life (often because of career), not to mention get children – they are completely satisfied with having a lover who lives separately.
Though I don’t think that someone, who wants to create a family, should get up. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that easy to find a partner, but on the other side… it’s never easy regardless of the age.
Certainly… but on the other side, your perception (and your reaction) reflects your personality. Like where to put comma in the phrase “Execute never pardon”. And I know that I’m not always in hurry to put this comma in the right place…
Two men are travelling by car in the country side. Suddenly one of them sees a running hen appearing in the rear view mirror. The hen effortlessly overtakes and surpasses the moving car. Then she makes a sharp turn to a side road with a sign “Chicken farm” and disappears out of sight within few seconds.
1st (completely thunderstruck): What was that? 2nd: Oh, we’ve got here an experimental chicken farm, and their last creation is The Fast-Running Hen. 1st: (straggling to find the words): Well… right… and how do the new species taste? 2nd: It’s unknown – they yet have to catch one…
Wow!! Three persons chose “Crane”, really inspiring given this mercantile day and age.
To those who preferred the fifth option can only say that’s very pleasant to be liked.
As to the main subject… have hung a shelf though there weren’t suitable holes in the walls, and I lack proper tools… took more time and efforts that I’ve thought, but I’ve managed nonetheless! Hence, I can wait for a prince few days more. Therefore my choice also is “Crane”.
But I’ve known one and another cat... they keep themselves clean, always try to make themselves as comfortable as possible, and don’t give a damn what the others think about their looks. And they are attractive, ain’t they?
But seriously, I find more attractive those people who do care about their “cover” (and their “contents”), but don’t care about others’ opinion about their looks.
RE: Three things about where you live...
For the first, there is water everywhere, mostly as rain, but then you can have some fog, sometimes snow or hail. And then the river Göta. And of course the sea with many small islands.Then hills. I doubt there is a one kilometer distance of a plain ground, it’s either uphill or downhill.
And as last: greenery. Always. Everywhere as water.
Running out of limit, but there are also squirrels and hares, and once I’ve seen a hedgehog trotting by my outplace… And seagulls…
Actually a very romantic town, with all the outdoor cafés, and friendly and helpful people.