MooMoo!
New Yorker
I probably love your Fender Jaguar too. What colour is it?
now I'm waiting for his phonecall to tell me the vinyl's in!
Is this a Dutch euphemism that I'm not familiar with?
I probably love your Fender Jaguar too. What colour is it?
Like this?
http://www.fender.com/products/prod_images/guitars/0100900805_xl.jpg
Hawt. Something about extra switches and fiddly bits I like on a guitar.
You're no good for anyone? That's a load of bull
Unrequited love is harmful, honesty is faster and more fun.
voice of experience: you never know who might like you, no matter how crap you feel about yourself.MrsSpringsteen, just to explain, right now I am NOT good for anyone, in fact, considering I have a hell of a lot of catching up to do and a HELL of a lot of self-confidence/skills/social skills to gain after what I have been through, its gonna take a long time and prob til the end of the year at least, so I hate that I see guys and wish I was 'normal' for them just like, right away - but in the end Im not. haha so I seem to come across as a nutjob to people because Im very very shy and reserved and nervous when dealing with things - then I get embarrassed that I was that way in front of them.
so, now ya kinda know
I would argue from experience that it harms oneself, it reinforces unrealistic expectations and inhibits very important social skills.I don't harm anyone with it. And I can't see how honesty would be fun since it'll end in rejection.
voice of experience: you never know who might like you, no matter how crap you feel about yourself.
thanks guy's, i'm keep on trying. i've been home all week because i pulled a muscle in my back. when i called the store his morning to tell them i'll be coming in tonight, one of the cashiers told me "the customer you have a crush on asked about you". jeeze does everybody know?
There was a guy I had a major crush on when I worked at the zoo in my college days. He worked in a different department than I. Sweaty palms, heart going all in a tizzy & all that jazz. Funny how I would just get all beat red in his tall, blond hair, blue-eyed presence. Ya think he knew? I did finally sack up and ask him out. He never did tell me no or yes. Guess he didn't want to flat out burst me bubble.
I've since moved away, moved on life and career-wise and wonder every now and then how he's doing. He still works there as my old dept has been assimilated into his...