Fill in your own blanks.

This can only end in tears....

Can I watch?  No really.

choad wrote:

Blow me.

Don't take that wrong mate, only the best relationships end in tears - and it might take you 40 years to get to those tears.

I wish you luck and such love that tears are the inevitible outcome.

choad wrote:

I have hit the fucking jackpot, boys and girls. I have met and fondled the woman I was meant to love, honor and obey forever and ever.

Congratulations Choad. Life is fleeting... enjoy every drop. 

But Em has a point.  Love is like heroin.

sofaking wrote:

Have you shown her the dungeon here?

Yes.

I know exactly what you mean, Choad. I still get those feelings everytime He lets me out of my cage - sometimes for up to an hour! Aah, love!

choad wrote:

The real deal. Delirious fireworks, everything.

Could be an ergot blight in your taboule stash.  Watch out for the cold light of day, son, when the colors wash out, the synaesthesia runs down and you're left with morning breath and the quiet sound of her gnawing on your entrails.

Seriously, you know more about how my romantic luck has run than anyone else on the planet... just do better than I did and we'll both feel good about it.  Much Joy to you.

Last edited by monkeyboy (2009-11-25 22:54:34)

Well I hope the best for you.  Just to be certain, ask yourself this:  Are you or the lady subject to bouts of hormone poisoning with lust object fixation?  In my earlier years, I suffered bouts of this horrible malady (and in one case, had lots of wild sex with a hot handsome but shallow sufferer while I waited for him to get over it, heh heh), and I wouldn’t wish this on anybody.  The problem with person specific hormone poisoning (not to be confused with just being horney all the time) is that the hormone levels will suddenly crash for one or both parties and you are left with the awful dilemma of breaking off a relationship that now drives you up the wall, or being dumped by somebody you are still in lust with but who now wonders what they ever saw in you.  I’ve been on both sides of that equation and I would hate to see you get burned by either situation.

Last edited by fnord (2009-11-26 04:45:33)

I am awake and sober, and still stand by what I said last night.

Choad!!

Keep your fucking hands off my mother- I'm tired of telling you.

And you're sure she's not a tranny, Choad? Just askin'.

MSG Tripps wrote:

A bad version; your situation did make me think of this song, choad.  Take the ride, why the hell not.

Link to YouTube page

I'll see your Roxy Music and raise you Sparks:

My love has read this drivel and agrees.

She adds, "There are no skid marks in front of this road wreck."

People that fall in love get what they deserve.  Here's to hoping what you deserve is pretty goddamned good.

I have been away for a week...Have you broken up yet?  I'm super super happy for you.  I just hope that's still appropriate.

I got poleaxed by lurve 16+ years ago just by raising my head about 15 degrees and looking into a pair of eyes.  Those eyes and all that came with them are still with me, although the high has mellowed (thank God for small favors).

George Orr wrote:

Those eyes and all that came with them are still with me, although the high has mellowed (thank God for small favors).

The man who signed his wedding salute to you, "a cynical romantic," has gone missing somewhere, but I'll thank cthulhu, it's all the same to you.

Bless you, dear friend.