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I see a little silhouetto of a man...
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I see a little silhouetto of a man...
Example of random crap...
MissH: "What does 'bae ' mean?"
Bubba: "I see it on Twitter all the time. I think it means babe or 'other half'"
MissH immediately googles 'bae'
MissH: "Apparently it means 'before anyone else'"
Bubba: "Oh really?"
MissH: "Yup. But in Danish it actually means pooh"
Bubba: "So really people are just calling each other turds without realising?"
MissH: "Yep!"
MissH starts flirting...
MissH: "Oh, hi bae!"
Bubba: "Stop calling me a turd"
MissH: "You're looking real sexy, bae..."
Bubba: "I don't think there is such a thing as a sexy turd."
MissH starts laughing
MissH: "Now I can just imagine a pooh dressed up in lingerie doing a sexy dance!"
Bubba: "Jesus Christ. I can't believe how quickly we went from the word 'bae' to a sexy turd dancing in lingerie...
SCARAMOUCHE! SCARAMOUCHE! CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO?!
Awww mannn!!! :blush:
I've only been here a week and I'm already being named and shamed!!! Right, I'll get to work on thinking what I can write about you!!
Let the games begin!!
Thunderbolts and lightning! Very, very frightening me~~!
I call sharky chou or chou bear. Chou means cabbage but its also used as a term of endearment (like pumpkin) and now I also say chou bear because chou rhymes with pooh (like Pooh Bear!)
That's about all I do for nicknames though
Galileo! Galileo!
Quote:
Originally Posted by shion
Danny and I call each other FuF- which stands for 'f-ed up freak'. And whoever said romance is dead?
Galileo! FIGARO!
Only at Ikea? :confused:Quote:
Originally Posted by Del Murder
I'm just a poor boy! Nobody loves me!
Ikea is one of the most romantic places on earth though. Who wouldn't want to be surrounded by all those candles? Especially with it being 40 tealights for a pound.Quote:
Originally Posted by ChristmasOnly at Ikea? :confused:Quote:
Originally Posted by Del Murder
He's just a poor boy from a poor family!
Happy Noodle Boy and I met on this website almost 2 years ago and have been inseparable ever since!
Spare him his life from this monstrosity!
If you want to hear me talk about my relationships, go to my reverbnation page
Easy come! Easy go! Will you let me go?
So basically, we met because he's friends with my big brother and he's into a lot of the same things as me. We have been married almost 2 years now, together for almost 4. We have a 1 1/2 year old son and another one scheduled to be delivered via c-section August 11th. We never argue, we like a lot of the same things, our food tastes only vary because he's picky, and while we aren't perfect people, we are perfect for each other.
Also, we always make sure to kiss each other goodnight <3
BISMILLAH! NO! We will not let you go!
I've had a crap load of "relationships" (girlfriends, girls that thought they were, friends with benefits, etc).
We'll start this epic with the first real gf;
10'th grade, she asked a friend about me while in art. Came up behind me, grabbed my arse, and it was on from there. Lost my virginity to her at/in Lake Havasu (her mom was ~30' away from us in a lounge chair). She was nuts. I tried to break up with her numerous times until I finally put my foot down. She told everyone in school that I broke up with her because she got pregnant (bs), then when that didn't "fly" she told everyone that I was abusive (physically/verbally). She wanted "one last kiss" (a month into being done). When I didn't give it to her she went full on apetrout crazy. Cursing, punching, kicking, scratching. My friends pulled me away into a classroom and slammed the door on her. She stalked me for 2-3 years.
Recently (a couple years ago) she hit me up on Facebook (I only had an account in place to stay in touch with cousins/old friends). She wanted to meet up (even though we're both married with kids). "Friended" someone I know (don't know who), got my cell#, and started calling me. My wife went off on her and that ended. Her last message to me on FB stated that her and another ex from hs were actively trying to find my address and were going to smurf up my marriage.
Next story is about another hs gf, the other ex mentioned above. An even crazier story...
Let him go!
I've got a great girlfriend who lives in Canada.
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22 years and single all my life. There was this one girl on my course I felt really strongly about a couple years back, but nothing ever happened and all I have left is regret, as yesterday was probably the last time I will ever see her. Derp.
BISMILLAH! We will not let you go!
After dumping my first gf I went right after a girl that was part of the group we (ex and I) hung with during lunch. I had "noticed" her before my ex. She was in my first period weightlifting class the year before. She was very pretty, but it was her smile and personality that made her stand out. So as not to come on too strong, I invited her and her best friend to come along with me and my sisters friends (sister is <2years younger) on Halloween. Exchanged numbers with both of them.
We were together for over 2 years. Dumped her in my first year of college. I'd met a girl at the gym (she asked me to train her). My lust for the new girl got me thinking. Too young, hadn't "lived", needed more experience, and time alone.
I fell hard and fast for the girl from the gym. Caught myself slipping back into a serious relationship, broke up with her after a couple months. Strung her along for a couple years after.
This is where it gets "messy". I was a bad man for awhile. No "gf's" (though each and every one thought that they could change that). Some had the backbone to stand up for themselves (knew about all the other girls), but if they weren't "cool" with how I was, who I was, then I was through with them. A lot of times they were gone long before it came to that. The smallest thing could irritate me and I was done with that "toy".
All that changed, I changed, when my brother called one night and asked me if I was busy. He was taking out a girl from high school... and she had a friend that she was bringing along.
Though I didn't meet anyone new after her, I still had my bachelor mentality, I treated her like the rest, like I didn't care. I did this, despite the fact that I felt she was "different". There was something about her, I really enjoyed my time with her, and we could talk on the phone for hours. I hadn't done that since high school.
Things got kinda complicated.
It was then that "high school" came back. I had only known this new girl a month. We were hanging at my house when my phone rang. It was my hs ex (the one I was with for a coupe years). She wanted to see me. Years earlier, when I had dumped her for the gym girl, who was kicked to the curb a couple months later, I felt guilty after. I felt like I'd made a mistake. A few weeks after dumping the gym girl (and had hooked up with quite a few "randoms"), I went to talk to her. She told me that I had broken her heart, that she had cried for those 3 months, and that she would never forgive me. After that, I didn't feel like I had closure, so when she called I was somewhat eager to see her. I did later that night.
It surprised me how forward she was. I expected small talk. Instead, she told me that she wanted to be with me, that she wanted us to spend the rest of our lives together. Mind you, we'd been apart for a few years, both very different people, and after seeing her I knew that old "spark" wasn't there. I still "loved" her, but not in the way I had before.
I knew her to be a smart, fun, motivated, strong young woman, but she had "lost her way". I felt obligated to help lift her back up. Telling her how I really felt would make that impossible. I spent most of my time with her, but still went out with the new girl occasionally. I forget exactly how long I let this go on, maybe 6 months, but one day I told her the truth. I told her everything, about how I felt, about the other girl. She broke down, when I tried to leave she told me that I was the only person that could make her happy. She said that if she didn't have me that she would kill herself. Part of me believed that she could do it, another part of me thought that if she felt this strongly about me that maybe I was the one in the wrong. Maybe I was so used to being "how I was" that I wasn't giving her a chance. I already felt obligated to care for her and help her, so...
We were married soon after. I was miserable. One week before the wedding I had gone out with the "new girl" to say "goodbye" (though I didn't tell her I wouldn't be calling her again). It had been 5 weeks, I wanted to call her, I wanted to see her, and I wanted to let my "wife" down easy. It didn't happen that way, but it wasn't "ugly" either. One night, close to 10pm, she did something that "irritated" me. It was the same feeling that had brought the downfall of many girls in the past. That brought me right back to where I'd been before, cruel, cold. I grabbed some clothes and walked out.
Filed for an annulment, quite my job, sold my house, and went to go "reset" at my parents house. I spent the next 2 months as a hermit. I was getting my car serviced at the dealer, gave my number to a cute receptionist. She called, but my brother picked up my phone. He went off on her and told her to leave me alone. He thought it was one of the crazy girls that wouldn't "let me go" (I had a few stalkers). I called back, but she thought I was the one who had gone off on her (my brothers and I sound exactly alike). She said that I must have been trying to cover up (because she thought I had another girl with me).
Anyhow, I hadn't talked to the "new girl" for over 3 months now. For the most part, I don't feel "healthy" enough, but I was also afraid that I might have messed it up, and definitely would if I explained it to her. I found the courage, called her. She was very eager to see me. We had a great night, but before we parted ways she told me something, something I'd heard a million times. She told me that she loved me, but didn't like how I was treating her. She said she wasn't going to allow me to keep hurting her and that if I couldn't change that she wouldn't speak to me anymore. Many girls had said that, they were either bluffing, or it was over. It had never mattered, but when she said those words to me my heart fell right out of my chest. It was a fear and a pain that I never wanted to experience again. I knew right then and there what she meant to me. I have spent every day since showing her how much I love her. That was 13 years ago. We have two beautiful boys, planning on a 3'rd.
Sorry about the novel, but this thread is about our "relationships", and though I mentioned many, it was really all about my wife. If not for everything else, I don't believe I would have the same appreciation for her and what we have together. She is the love of my life and my best friend.
Let him go!
I've been seeing a girl for a couple weeks now. Just sucks she lives 2 hours away so we really only get to see each other when she has a day off since she works two jobs. But she's coming up tomorrow to spend the night. We're going to go to the local science museum on thursday :)
BISMILLAH! We will not let you go!
MissH is so romantic. Just lying in bed watching TV.
MissH: "I never want to get old."
Bubba: "We all get old at some point. I'm already halfway there!"
MissH: "I know yeah, you're older so you're probably gonna be dead before me."
Bubba: "... yeah, thanks for that..."
MissH: "I'm just saying! You'll probably die first and then I'll be lonely..."
Bubba: "Sophie, I really think you need to work on your pillow talk."
Let him go!