I mean if the internet didn't exist. My guess is that we'd be out somewhere, bar, a walk, on the phone. Reading a book. Enthralled in a hobby with more enthusiasm. We have become a "Cut & Paste", society. Google has become our brain, single sites our surrogate loves. I'm not complaining, I'm adjusting to the illusion, so many beautiful women, so much space between us.
Off what topic ? A taste for wine tonight I say. Wonderful people who grace this site. Love is the answer, what is the question ? I must learn to slow my anxiety ridden brain. Without this site, I'd be on the street corner harassing people as they passed by, trying to hit the respond button.
To one particular threader; please don't mix apples, oranges and other fruit in your questions. One question at a time, specific and direct. Your questions often remind me of the query; "Would you rather spend your vacation in the summer or in the mountains" ? I would like to address your threads but they are so loaded with scatter gun questions. I suggest this so you'll get more responses, and open up a more specific bank of knowledge.
It has always been said that the, "eyes are the window to the soul". If such is true, then only judging by your pic., you are a woman to be reckoned with. You are beautiful, yet scare me.
We all are ego driven to some extent. I no longer care how I am perceived. I have lived a great life, heaven and hell included. We begin to degenerate beyond the age of 25. Some look better as they grow older, some don't. We do have some control over how we maintain our looks, excursive, diet etc.
Alone or with a partner, how do you feel right now ?
America does set standards, billboards in Japan and Mexico feature blonde, blue-eyed models. Millions of Asian women are having eye surgery to simulate caucasians.
My freckles are long gone, my hair is 80% gray, my once broad shoulders are narrowing, my hips are widening, my pectoral muscles have lost to gravity. Getting old sucks.
What would we be doing now, if no internet ?
I mean if the internet didn't exist. My guess is that we'd be out somewhere, bar, a walk, on the phone. Reading a book. Enthralled in a hobby with more enthusiasm. We have become a "Cut & Paste", society. Google has become our brain, single sites our surrogate loves. I'm not complaining, I'm adjusting to the illusion, so many beautiful women, so much space between us.