aw man christians have it tough in a nation built for christians by christians and run by christians. :-/
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Y E S
IT IS GETTING BETTER
When I first read about this woman’s plan I thought it was a strong idea but I was worried that it was a little bit much for one person, no matter how dedicated, to keep it up for too long, especially since she has, you know, college to commit to. I never thought about how, if other people helped her carry her burden, I never thought about how much it would look like pallbearers with a coffin. Which is simply one of the strongest visual symbols one can use to disturb people in the western world.
last month at home depot the lady couldn’t find the price tag on a plant i bought and told me to just take it…it was the best
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I’ve become pretty disillusioned with the idea of love.
I know that I’m partially at fault (okay, probably mainly) for my lack of companionship. I hate the idea of dating. It’s something I’ve never been comfortable with. I’m that girl from the match.com commercials who prefers meeting someone by chance instead of fixed arrangements and the host asks, “So how many good guys have you met that way?”
So no, the chances aren’t high of actually meeting someone organically in a non-date setting who is attractive enough to date in the future.
But there’s something so artificial about the whole dating procedure that I don’t like. I don’t like the superficiality it creates with the flirting and the “I wonder if he likes me enough for a second date” or “I don’t think we’re compatible at all.” I don’t flirt, I don’t like it, I’m not comfortable with it. Whenever men try to engage me into a flirting match, I decline with a not-so-attractive giggle and non-sequitur to guide the conversation elsewhere.
I like conversation. I like talking to someone and actually getting to know him, not worrying about how what he likes or doesn’t like will affect me and our future children.
I met someone while I was on vacation in Portland. We hit it off really well. I was only in Portland for four days so I wasn’t looking for a relationship. He and I had mutual friends who invited him out with us. Throughout the night, I became more and more attracted to him, and he to me. Again, we both were not looking for a relationship and it looked like my four-day weekend might end up even better than expected.
Long story short, that crashed and burned because he screwed up badly in ways we don’t need to get into.
But for the short time where we actually had a connection, I loved it. We weren’t flirting—we didn’t flirt the entire night. Because it was just a group of friends together, it was comfortable and there was no pressure of trying to look pretty enough that he’d want to take me home with him. I learned a lot about him and would have loved to learn more.
But he’s just an example of what I mean. I had a connection with someone that came about organically, not because we got put into a situation where we were told to look pretty and make nice. We started off strangers to acquaintances to I-could-definitely-go-home-with-him-and-he-definitely-wants-to-take-me-home to oh-he-fucked-up to strangers again. We texted a bit after the whole weekend but again, I was only in Portland for four days so that was most likely the last of our contact.
I like being eased into a situation. Every boy or man I’ve been attracted to has been someone who was a friend who I started seeing differently. I don’t do love at first sight. I don’t even do attraction at first sight. Of course I find men good-looking, but I don’t believe there’s actually any attraction until you get to know someone. Personality is a huge deal. I can see that someone is objectively good-looking, but if his personality is a dud, then I’m not physically attracted. There has to be something to draw me to you, and it’s something that I think is tough to get on a blind date or a first date that has been set up without getting to know the person before.
I don’t know. I don’t really know what the point of this was. I guess Portland guy did a number on me. But the guys I fall for tend to do that. I’m just a huge mess trying to sort myself out.
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