Kalliope. (my yin) Claudine. (my ghost) Cyka. (my temporary obsession) Anna Voog. (my curiosity drags me back) theforce.net (my geek sticks out) sublimedirectory.com (my fault) audioether.com (my backyard scene) notwolf.com (my ego) americansingles.com (my shame) fence.tsx.org (my work) sorabji (my sidebar) |
although she does have great titties.... |
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i'm a a-b cup kinda guy, but i can certainly appreciate the perfect abundance of the perfect 34C. more than that and it turns a warm eros into rock, paper, sex... or i just lose interest completely. she's got a kewl shirt that sez "yes, they're fake" on it. heh. |
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Mine. They're a pain in the ass. They really are. Annie and I are thinking of becoming amazons. |
would that help really? i remember the time in my life when falling chest-first on the ground became no longer a simple issue. |
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i am well busy tired like everyone i guess |
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I work with her. There's a lot of work involved. Amazingly, despite the amount of time I've spent w/ her, I've been J-smooth the entire time. So how do I ask her out? I mean, lemme see. . . how to put. . . the LA-hipster mating ritual involves never letting on that you care one tiny bit. You arrange things so that they're done at a time that would be appropriate for coffee or lunch or whatever, so it's not a date cos it's so convenient. You can pick up the tab, yes it kinda shows that you care but it's more like showing off your financial situation. No talking about your past. No pop culture references. The reason for the hard attitude is essentially cowardice, you can never really get rejected cos you never really tried, and how can the other person really insult you if she knows nothing about you? Anyway, this isn't how I normally operate, but I've started things this way, she's playing along, and either one of us will have to make a bold move, the kind that hollywood freaks occasionally do that's so outrageous it can be passed off as a joke (see "Syrup" by Maxx Barry, that kiss at the end), or one of us will have to give up the charade at some point, or this can just wither and die. There are a lot of other factors, but I think if I can figure out how to stay in character until I'm given the go-ahead to be myself (from her, I know you down-to-earth types are going to give me the go-ahead right away), I think I'll be OK. To anticipate another response, I know that she might not like the real me. But I think she's smart enough to at least know that I'm not being the real me now, so all of this is really just a way for me to get a foor in the door. |
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My life isn't a movie. I don't have to worry about consistency and whatnot. Talked to her today, dropped the charade, things are going well. |
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i just asked my favortie guy friend/last year's crush out!!! over the internet!!! because i don't have his phone number!!! and i can't stop using exclamation points!!! i don't know why!!! |
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you've gotta spill. That's what works on me anyway... makes me remember boys are human and not just creatures with bugs and bumblebees in their heads. |
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no, not all of us have bugs and bumblebees in our heads...hehe...that phrase just tickles me. hehe it's so.....(flourish) cute! yep. |