I did however go out with someone who was a fan of Culture Club, which i thought was a good enough reason to leave her pretty quickly.Thal
My God he had me. He has no idea how completely. Fortunately... I have a top secret fail-proof method for getting over someone quickly.... even someone who had me questioning everything...Sigh... time to enact secret method.
we want to know the secret method. even if it 'sucks.'
but, ahinton, like you i have already made a choice. yours to be true to music - and mine to be true to my husband. i'm talking about those who haven't committed yet. if one is dating - the options aren't closed, right?! when my husband took me out on our first 'date' as a thank you for playing piano for him --he asked if i had a boyfriend. to be ont he safe side, i said 'yes.' at the time i did have a good friend who was a guy. surprisingly, he was ok with just being friends and wrote a couple weeks later. i was sorta awestruck that he still thought of me and was ok with friendship. that was when i became interested in him a lot. he just wanted to talk about stuff and music. it ended up that we had more in common than i realized.
Now I wonder if someone should start a sub-thread to this one called "Dating a pianistimo"...Best,Alistair
Right now I belong to him... he doesn't know it... but I do. My thoughts have been of him.... my curiosities... my breaths... since he walked into my life... they have been of him... and only him. And after the letter is complete... the incredibly romantic, hopeful, sensual, touching and fateful letter.... then it's time to be done I'm sure we'll end up just being friends... maybe someday I will tell him that I once wanted to inhabit his kiss... know his gaze... that there was a time when... he was a dream that I did not want to wake from.
The irony was, I used to hate him with a passion. Now I love him with a passion.
I feel your pain. I'm in a similar situation, except we both love each other. Separated by unfortunate circumstances.
Hate can turn to passion pretty quickly as both are strong emotions.A word uttered in silence or a glance over a crowded bar. A note scribbled in haste or a chance meeting in an elevator.Thal
All you gotta do is return the favour then.Thal
Or, a knife plunged into an unsuspecting back. A libelous scrawl dispatched to the nearest newspaper. Hate is certainly passion, but is it "love"? Intensity is their only similarity. Hate with passion is the foundation of sado-masochism, a perversion beloved by the Marquis de Sade. Eschew it. Or live on the fringes of civilized society. As I do. For different reasons, of course. The outlaw is my brother. The outlaw is the artist.Viva la difference!
u like your techeer?!?!?!?
for honest, I like my teacher and someone here, aaww...
No, not u.......................... cai knows it.................... yeah, only her.........
I bet u know...
Well said, mukubella. Someone just got owned.
Ack, I don't think I can trust that guy. He reminds me of my ex.
That's our secret, love. Don't think I should say it here...
ow, last letter, please
Just guessing... s?