The Luna Park dell'Ammore
She writes MA:
but is so true that love is for ages? It seems to me to see people confused wandering in search of someone but do not know who and how, and then caught the first that are just more decent than others, or so he likes, regardless of age. Then it is true that the more we go forward and the market is shrinking, but it seems to me it's all just one big mess as the dating game and after all is only a matter of luck.
well-known fact, love is a carousel.
carousel which is a matter of taste or inclination, as many attractions of the amusement park are suitable to represent metaphors for different aspects of romantic relationships.
the bumper cars, the roller coaster, the dartboard, the mirror maze, fishing for ducks. not infrequently, the witches' house. (Exercise for the audience at home: check the correspondence of mental jousting with the appropriate metaphor)
personally prefer the calcinculo.
if many males like to go ride for the fun of going there, the females often particularly interested in winning the prize. ride on some make dozens of laps in vain, there are those who won the award for the first time. many fall by the tournament as soon as they won the prize, hoping to preserve forever the simple inaction. big mistake. the most serene not even know that there is a prize (And maybe they are right and there is no truth in the Award).
what is the prize? it is a stable relationship with a man for the girls, a stable relationship with a woman, for the few males who have this absurd ball (it's known that the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, the words "woman" and "stable "can be approached in the same sentence only if they produce a consistent product, which means that a man can have a crazy relationship with an attractive female psychodramatic thirty, or a happy relationship with a pair of hairy blacksmith brembana val). demonstrating the relationship between man and man, woman / woman, and multiples of three is left to the reader as simple exercise.
Prize is still far from being a constant problem, no one can distinguish clearly enough variation dependent on age and, of course, gender.
with hypothetical examples of the various press statements issued in respect of the improvement friend, the object is precisely the prize.
woman, 20 years "is sexy"
woman, 30 years, "is sweet without be a loser "
woman, 40 years," has a very good job "( the word" work "is pronounced peh-sti-NDIO, ed )
woman, 50 years," is single "
woman, 60 years: "is full of energy"
woman, 70 years: "just a bit 'of Viagra and is full of energy"
woman, 80 years "is a great conversationalist"
woman, 90 years, "My broth is too hot"
man, 20 years, "is a nice pussy "
man, 30 years" is a nice pussy "
man, 40 years" is a nice pussy "
man, 50 years" is a nice pussy "
man, 60 years" is a beautiful pussy "
man, 70 years" is a nice pussy "
man, 80 years" is a nice pussy "
man, 90 years," as you said? talk to me? or was I talking to you? not I find my prostate "
warning: as always happens when you discard a package, the Prize could soon be a great catch. good luck. I
in doubt, I do another round (I still have three euro). I
Monday, September 17, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
I Forgot My Combination To My Lock
SC writes:
Doctor, I am a girl attractive and friendly, full of interest, but single. Again. The next I want is the right one, but then I ask already, and if it ends again? So I am asking the question a thousand million: there is eternal love? How do I find it?
not believe in love forever: sooner or later at least one of them dies.
but you can try to limit the damage, and hold on to your partner that you may, if it's worth it and if you know it. pairs are born in high school who have become old together. perhaps not a fifteen-called "love" the fact of their relationship habits and silences and affection, but I honestly would put us signature. when I'm old, that is. Well, even now as I disdain a good pasta in broth.
then you can. is possible. but it is mainly a question of Job, tenacity, of course, toads swallowed, I was skipping. I do not think it's a question of forfeiture of feeling, or reluctantly, or individual crisis: it is trivially thirty, forty years together and are luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunghi noiooooooooooooooosi. personally I think it's best not to delude themselves and be adequately fatalistic, perhaps through their fingers crossed.
what to see, sc dear, there are several schools of thought that women have just try to summarize:
- the school of Diogenes: going out with someone, spend a couple of nights out, then begin to consider, fantasizing about how you may or may not be imagining the altar with him, considering whether it would be a good father ("but we hope that the nose take it from me!"), who knows if he takes me to the sea or so ago stories because I know how to convince ... inevitably ends up that no, maybe not good, and so the next in search of the perfect man, that there is, of course. and however you build a good relationship, not just mentally projecting the two characters in the future.
- vocational school: try as much as possible, consistent with their sleep patterns and trying not to spend (too) for whores in the ridiculous belief that "when it reaches the right feel." yes, the bells. the problem is that too many knockers then try some male sane thing sounds cracked, and even run away.
- the school of the oyster: clinging to a rock and do not let go more. again. whatever happens. even though he is the worst crap. even if he wants to leave (in these cases, a cold beer and a blowjob swallow worth a thousand words). even though the judge said you must be at least six hundred yards away from him.
course none of these options work. So pull forward and see that it happens. if you leave, amen. if not, cheers. but not necessarily be the same man all my life is better (for your mom definitely yes, though). I
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