Just add the following step to the meeting process:
Some of the best, most-sellable lyrics come from teen angst. God bless teen angst. And god bless teenagers for buying other people's teen angst!
While modern pharmaceuticals have added a layer of finesse to modern courtship, there are some issues with the delivery of pill-based or powder-based ingestible aphrodisiacs that are still easily circumvented by the "brute force" approach of forced gaseous inhalants. That's why chloroform is a timeless classic!
Having trouble tracking down references, but wikipedia alludes to it in in the "Chloroform in pop culture" section.Think metahistorically, act locally. -- CheeseburgerBrown[ Parent ]
:'-) ----- imagine dancing banana here[ Parent ]
Awwwwwwwww! Nothing I love more than someone crying!
Still, if it had worked out, you could have married someone clever, unlike your actual dumbass wife.
Er, ;)
Deana and I would never have lasted, anyhow. It would have burned itself out too quick, and we'd have ended violently.--------------------------------- Taken out of context I must seem so strange - Ani DiFranco[ Parent ]
Well, that's my excuse for keeping still keeping my iron in the fire while it goes out. (And yes, it is the same iron I was all excited about last summer when she was first in the fire (overstretched metaphor alert.))
The flippancy of my grandparent comment was under the influence of pain and discomfort. Obviously, I assumed your wife's mental acuity was beyond reproach, otherwise I wouldn't have teased. I hope no offence was caused.
The way our experiences affect us is a very odd thing. I think that's reasonably uncontroversial. Not regret or relief, per se, because neither of those inform your view on life, but something in between. The things that seemed so intense then are no longer. At least, you can remember the intensity, but you can no longer feel it. Ofttimes, you can no longer understand it, but the better you understand, the better you are.
So life goes on.
I think this post would have been excusable if I were stoned. As it is, well, it may be nice if I distill it later.[ Parent ]
And, if you're in Texas or other parts of USistan, pray she isn't carrying a concealed weapon with which she can deal properly with weirdos who do that sort of thing. Earth First! (We can strip mine the rest later.)
Her is not a generic term here. It is Her, as in that one female you'd like to X where X is anything from spend my life with to have sex with to kiss once passionately.
And if there is a Her, odds are she's at least peripherally aware of your existance and if she isn't then you're either a pathetic dolt or a stalker. And no matter what, see, you get what's coming to you.
See?--------------------------------- Taken out of context I must seem so strange - Ani DiFranco[ Parent ]
Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends. Sally Albright: Why not? Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved. Harry Burns: No you don't. Sally Albright: Yes I do. Harry Burns: No you don't. Sally Albright: Yes I do. Harry Burns: You only think you do. Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge? Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you. Sally Albright: They do not. Harry Burns: Do too. Sally Albright: They do not. Harry Burns: Do too. Sally Albright: How do you know? Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her. Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive? Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too. Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU? Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story. Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then. Harry Burns: I guess not. Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.
I remember Deana, I ran into her at Nellie's right before she left for Portland. She was always fun.