This is so true!! This is the truest similarity between love and a toilet bowl that you dropped your phone into, which you attempt to pick out, and you are myopic.

To me, a spark is instantaneous lust, which the mind reforms into fantasies or incredible compatibility. The process is almost completely effortless.

This is never in Human Nature PHI101 classes, but this should be the first on the curriculum of any psych or philosophy programme of study.

Try a diesel engine... no sparks, and better mileage.

Absolutely. Some of us humans have to wear dark shades to make everyone stop look so damm irresistible. Otherwise we would constantly just let it hang out.

Consciously chosen, self-chosen and self-imposed self denial is a human trait, practiced only by one other species, dogs, and we learned them that trick too.

Or first date, fort hat matter. I think pictures are the bain of all ugly people everywhere. We can lie, but a picture can't. Since I learned this, I don't lie, either, and I stopped getting laid.

You see, if you lie, you get to first date, and some women are so out of it, because they are high, or wholesomely depressed, or on medication, that they screw the ugly guy as if he were good looking.

Maybe I should go back to lying, to get lied. Laid. Laid, not lied, I mean.

Try the big three... make them "jealous" by telling them how attractive each guy is who walks by your table, or just give the walk-bies a long, hungry look as they walk by

...two, make them feel you are hot like gold, by telling them some celebrity names you've dated in the past, and pull out retouched photos of yourself with Blicknutz Zellweggler, Rudi Zollwaggler, and Arnold Einsteinzweiger.

... thee, the kino. I have no clue what that means. About time you did some of your own homework and researched what kino means, and report your findings back to the class.

Please don't take that I am bragging... or do, coz that's what I am going to do.

At 24, I fell for a sweet as apple pie girl of seventeen, she was everything to me. Her mom started to make jealous noises, so I screwed her too.

The girl and I never got physical, it was eternal love. The mom and I were like rabbits in Aliceland.

Then I thought I was at the top of the world, and now I know it was the absolutely most immature thing I'd ever done.

The girl was sweet, adn I knew she was not for me, coz as soon as we committed, I found all and each woman in the world irresistible. Worse, I found out they were much more available to me at the time, for the time being.

If nothing, it learned me a lesson to never to settle down coz I'll make not only me, but the girl of my dreams and most loved everything in the world all sad and angry.

It is not a choice that I am promiscuous; it is a state of mind, which I can't shake, like smokers or crack addicts can't shake cigs or pipes.

I mean, I'd rather go solo for thirteen years, and very likely the rest of the time too, than be with one woman constantly.

BRrrr... YIKES!!! Gash, my wildest nightmare. GARPP, I wam djsua.

Marriage is somethign that happens to other people.

There IS some intelligent thougth put into this basically and overwhelmingly stupid design, called "the world".

C'mon... allow the young lady some individuality... she wants to be outside the box of run-of-the-mill lives... she wants to be free and different, and that I enthusiastically support. If it means for her to be in a relationship, so be it. I would not hold her own decisions and preference against her. She at least has a preference. At her age I did not even know which way is north on the campus. I kept going into Descriptive Algebra buildind during my Geography lectures. Woo, I was a lost youth.

I think he meant "breasted".

In a nice double-breasted suit. Birthday suit.

Breasty, if you are indeed nineteen or 18 as others are saying it here, then you are an exceptionally well-matured young lady. You carrey your demeanor with a self-assured, non-arrogant, non-defensive attitude, which alone makes you as attractive as both of your breasts put together.

So yes, If I were 40 years younger, I would sure put a move on you.

BTW, I know you are an early maturer; but at 18 or 19, if you've been single only 7 months, how lange were you single before your relationship(s)? I first had a decent relationship at 28, but boys immature longer, so it's understandable.

Mick Jagger was both single and married, and neither single nor married, whether he was married or single, at any given time of his life.

Go, Mick, go.

Gad, god only knows I'd been taken, quite a number of times, too.

Patience is a grasshopper-named desire.

Love is a noun and a verb, like is a verb, a preposition, a connective and an interruptive.

At this point I have exactly as much chance with a straight girl as with a gay girl, which chance amounts to zero.

So from that stance, it's all good, they could even be into bestiality or cabbage-sensuality, or fetishes like The CN Tower in Toronto, or the Himalaya mountains. Particularly the tall peak.

Navygirl, I am very happy you changed your clothes since last week. it's always nice to see a friendly woman in nice, clean, fresh-blood soaked clothes.

Hilari, welcome!!

I don't find true love, either, and when I do, I run like a bullet faster than a speeding train.

Or the other person, the woman.

Don't lose heart; maybe you should spread out, your scope I mean, and look for untrue love. Better than nothing. I had some in my life, and if I did not have those, I would never have known what love is.

Is sad truth I till don't know, to be honest.

Don't lose heart, where are you from? And where do you live now? In the country where I live, Canada, people shun girls like you, who are beautiful, kind, and interesting, as you are, but are dressed in garbs. We are scarity cat men, and we are afraid to date a beautiful, smart girl like you, coz we constantly think that your brothers are going to come after us when they learn we are dating you. The scarf is a dead give-away tell-tale sign of seven full-blooded brothers of a darker hue who hold women in very high respect. Yikes. I would first become a lion tamer and date Leo chicks before I'd risk my life asking a girl in a scarf out.

So maybe... that's a solid reason why you haven't found true love.

Try the personals and the dating sites in Saudi Arabia, or Tunisia or something. Better luck there maybe. Or Iran.

yeah, I was pretty rude with a salesgirl the other day... she started it, she wanted to sell me a pair of support bras, but I put her in place, I told that young brazen hussy, I told her I'd need at least two sizes larger, wtf she thinks she is doing as a professional saleswoman.

It turned out she was not a professional sales woman, she was a Korean exchange student, and her question to me was actually if I knew where the last three surviving Canadian prime ministers had been buried.

Erm, if you don't mind a little detour to pick me up... I live in London, Ontario, Canada. And I need two seats... one for my bum, one for the other of my bum. And I need hourly "pit stops", if you get my drift, my friend, then you'll pass out.

You guys like Rap or County? I have seventeen hours of both on my ipod which we can hook up to your car stereo easily. If you don't want it, however, we will still hook it up, you understand. Otherwise you can walk the rest of the way.

well, that's no excuse... just imagine, you'd be driven in bummer-to-bummer traffic.

(Please see my one previous post for more detailed explanation.)

Takes me back to the wild abandon of my youth... when I was attracted to county fairs not for the rides and the shooting gallery, but figuring out new ways with my buddies how to bump into good looking women and feel them up as if that was by accident.

I never felt more tiiits in my life in one day, than in the great 1968 Moscow line-up for fresh parsley, followed immediately by the televised 7th game between Canada and Russia on Red Square in 1972.

Like you say, Soufie, the rides are secondary attraction. The primary attraction is human nature and more importantly, human anatomy of the primary and secondary reproductive sexual characteristics.

You meen the loopas. The ones with the gwandaneer drobbles, with the huf-fuffs threaded throght the drongets, like a frong through a shrewdnyik in the spring harvey in Didjabringsumbeer. In NSWW. (In New South West Wales, in the heart of North by Northwest County Seat.)