I can't decide if I should grow my goatee back... I miss it.
Go goatee, choose goatee.
I was just talking about being single forever since I'm 0 for 3 on potential future wives.
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I can't decide if I should grow my goatee back... I miss it.
Go goatee, choose goatee.
I was just talking about being single forever since I'm 0 for 3 on potential future wives.
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I'm single because I really don't know any other way. Choice? Sure. I chose not to expect anything other. I gave up on that long ago in my teens.
Doesn't mean I don't wonder. Doesn't mean I am not content with it, either.
At some point, I figured I'd be paired and have kids. At some point, I stopped expecting that.
I'm not resigned. If anything, I'm expectant that I'll remain single surrounded by people and kids I love and it'll be a rich life.
Doesn't stop me from reading cheesy romance or idle daydreaming, though.
And I react positively reactionary at the "Oh you'll find someone..." thing. Maybe I won't and IT'LL BE OK, OK!!?
I was just talking about being single forever since I'm 0 for 3 on potential future wives.
I usually say future ex-wives
I'm pretty sure I don't like being single. I know that I need to get out more to meet more people. I'm not sure about the party tomorrow -- it's really too hot to walk a mile from the metro to the house where it's being held -- but I think I'm going to try to get up in time to go to synagogue. Just need to get somewhere where I'll be with people.
I'm pretty sure I don't like being single.
Oh I know I don't like it. I think you should go to the Party. If anything at least it feelsl ike you are trying. Putting yourself out there.
That's how match.com keeps taking my money.
I was just talking about being single forever since I'm 0 for 3 on potential future wives.
I usually say future ex-wives
No, I'm using the term literally, arranged-marriage-style.
Hec's letter has caused me to not only fall in love with Fay all over again, but also with Hec, and with all Buffistas in general. I love us.
No, I'm using the term literally, arranged-marriage-style.
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Can I just say how excited I am to get to meet you (and Daniel) in person soon? Cuz I am.
ita, I think there is no comparing you and me. You're devastatingly beautiful, and clever, and sexy as all get out. Plus all the stuff in the book, and things I didn't write.
You have a horrible disability that left you unable to be the other half of someone due to horrible, mind-bending pain eating at your life.
My loneliness is no about choice, it's about me, being difficult to look at, and more often than not, worthless. There's no comparative analysis to be had.