posted June 03, 2011 12:41 PM            

Now....my issue is, I feel really guilty about this force...

It all started when a young lady in college came by to do a project with me, and I dropped my pants and we began making love. Sorry if that is graphic but it's a true story. AFter that day I have not been able to bring myself to go on a date.

To elaborate without being graphic, the emotional backdrop of the situation, she had no idea we would be making love. However, I knew that once she was on my bed laying down in her pajamas she had no excuse to resist me. So what I did is what most men would be too afraid, especialy since I am not particularly well endowed.

I think it is because of the vile nature of primiscuousness which is not natural to my higher self.

Perhaps.

posted June 03, 2011 12:49 PM            

This young lady could barely spell her name with the aid of adderal pill, yet she chose to be in my group, because she knew, by smelling my pheromones, twas me who be a Genius.

Well, the day came when I was to work on the project and she was to sit on my bed reading her magazines about vogue fashion, when i turned around pantsless...and she asked, "What are you doing?"

I immediately blushed and turned back around, pulling my patns up and feeling quite the moron.

However, A fresh spurt of adrenaline hit me, and I jumped on the bed next to her like a Buccanneer sprawling for his maiden, and told her nothing, just looked into her eyes, and we began making love, two strangers, never knowing much about each other except teh color of our skin and hair, which were opposites.

posted June 03, 2011 12:50 PM            

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Originally posted by roadwarriorsdp:
It was all a spring month, the junipers were blossoming outside, and we were madly in love with ourselves.

This young lady could barely spell her name with the aid of adderal pill, yet she chose to be in my group, because she knew, by smelling my pheromones, twas me who be a Genius.

Well, the day came when I was to work on the project and she was to sit on my bed reading her magazines about vogue fashion, when i turned around pantsless...and she asked, "What are you doing?"

I immediately blushed and turned back around, pulling my patns up and feeling quite the moron.

However, A fresh spurt of adrenaline hit me, and I jumped on the bed next to her like a Buccanneer sprawling for his maiden, and told her nothing, just looked into her eyes, and we began making love, two strangers, never knowing much about each other except teh color of our skin and hair, which were opposites.

Now.....some may read this and think it a joke, and others a bit vulgar for a man of my smith and weston calliber....but we all make mistakes, and laughter is the eucharist of the brother and sisterhood.

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posted June 03, 2011 12:56 PM            

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Originally posted by Yrone:
Don't feel guilty about the Force. Yoda and obi Wan didn't either.

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Thank you brother or sister for assauging my fears...afterall I does do have the 8th in capricorn, and the 9th as well.

To the one bellow....I believe they know you hear as Doreen, I only have this to say.

It is no joke that such powerful force exists between me and the opposite sex. It was not ten days ago where I was standing on a balcony on the 13th floor when i heard a strange sound from underneath, a muffled moan, that sounded like a woman who had been starved for ten years begging for a morsel of fresh oat.

I looked under the balcony, while bracing myself, as I do fear heights, and saw immediatly to my chagrin a naked woman stuck to the bottom like a magnet on a fridge in the exact spot I was previsouly standing without shoes on.

posted June 03, 2011 01:10 PM            

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Originally posted by roadwarriorsdp:
There are things in a mans head no woman can handle except for the Venus of willendorf.

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posted June 03, 2011 01:15 PM            

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To the one bellow....I believe they know you hear as Doreen, I only have this to say.

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ROLFL and curled in a ball in the corner

posted June 03, 2011 01:35 PM            

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Originally posted by roadwarriorsdp:
Ami, you warm my heart!

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Awwwwww Road

posted June 03, 2011 01:45 PM            

I am considering doing this as an art form, and I appreciate the opportunity to be able to divulge half truths in the form of humorist art.

posted June 03, 2011 01:55 PM            

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Thank you Ami. I was public speaking for a while, and many told me that I bared the fruit of a gift of laughter.

I am considering doing this as an art form, and I appreciate the opportunity to be able to divulge half truths in the form of humorist art.

Yet, I also, even more appreciate your friendship and warm heartedness...you and Randal are truely great for reading between the lines, and knowing a good heart too.

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That means SO much to me Road Darling. Coming from you who is so brilliant and so funny,it is high praise indeed .

posted June 03, 2011 02:17 PM            

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Originally posted by roadwarriorsdp:
A good sense of humor is important indeed. I feel the same way actually about a prospective companion, and only recently came to that conclusion...I Think it is very important.

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You know Road ,I have a theory I have shared with my dear friend Coffee.
*I* think you cannot be really mentally ill and have a good sense of humor.
A good sense of humor is so fined tuned that one must be very based in reality.
Mental illness occurs in someone who is NOT based in reality .
Being based in reality could be the "definition" of mental/emotional illness all the way from extremely neurotic to psychotic.
The ONLY caveat is the sociopath

posted June 03, 2011 04:09 PM            

Ami - that is a tall stroke of genius....I enjoy reading your insights quite a bit. Especially with depression and squashing feelings down....i find that to be so true....what gives us joy should be as simple as experiencing our true feelings in an authentic way, or not smooshing them aside, and compartmentalizing them....sometimes that means hiding your feelings from sociopaths so later you can feel strong....ironically....or ignoring them.