We are all sometime That Girl.
Word.
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We are all sometime That Girl.
Word.
Dude, I'm impressed you can Google at ALL without bringing up porn...
HEY! I have range you know.
Even I am sometimes That Girl.
We are all sometime That Girl.
Hence the Pooh Case. 'Cause I know You Know. Also why I said it here. Though it depresses that so many fabulous women are (not entirely happily) single, it's kinda nice to feel the reassurance that It's Not Just You, sometimes.
you still coming up at 10 p.m. tonight? I may actually be gone from work by then.
looks like.
I'm actually just about to leave, which is better than I thought. Woot. I have stocked up on yummy food and DVDs from the library (all of which you've probably already seen, but hey). Now must go home and see if the maintenance guy patched my bathroom ceiling.
Eh, it's not that I'm unhappy being single; it's that it would be cool to fall in love with Mr. Right.
Eh, it's not that I'm unhappy being single; it's that it would be cool to fall in love with Mr. Right.
I wouldn't mind so much a long-haul wait for Mr. Right if I could go ahead and sprog without him. At the moment? Not so much with that.
Eh, it's not that I'm unhappy being single; it's that it would be cool to fall in love with Mr. Right.
'Zactly. (And I'm not even getting any 5th dates!) I take tons of classes and keep pretty darn busy and have a pretty nice life, but in the back of the brain is always the waiting for Happily Ever After. (Which I shouldn't say after going to Into the Woods last weekend). Heh.
I wouldn't mind so much a long-haul wait for Mr. Right if I could go ahead and sprog without him. At the moment? Not so much with that.
My mother might like to trade me in for you! She'd been bugging me for at least 10 years for grandchildren. And when I tell her I'm waiting for their Father to join the party first, she keeps reminding me that in this day and age I don't have to have The Man first.
I'm frankly thankful I feel no burning biological desire to procreate. I think I would be less happy if I did.
Not intending any slams WHATSOEVER towards those who do; just sayin' I appreciate that my attitude towards waiting might be a little less laissez-faire if I did.