Hmm...love or guaranteed sex...wow...I just can't choo...lemme stop.
Give me the guaranteed sex every time...as long as it was great sex.
I'm not a fan of love relationships. I've been through enough crap in my love life to last a lifetime. Just give me great sex, carry your ass home, and I'm good.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
15~ Can you live without a love relationship?
Halfway home...YESSSSS!
Can I live without a love relationship. Short answer, no.
Long answer, I can live without being in love. As a matter of fact, I've been doing it for over a year. But I know for a fact that having someone, whether family, friends, animals, etc, that loves you and you love them is just like breathing. You must have love to live.
I had an uncle (mother's brother) who was placed in a nursing home by his girlfriend of 25+ years (who goes together for 25+ years) for absolutely no real reason. He did have medical problems...he had throat cancer and had to use a electrolarynx (one of those things that you put on your throat and the sound comes from vibration) and some other minor issues but that was it. He ended up dying while there. I am thoroughly convinced he died from a broken heart. Even though he had family that would visit him (myself included), I feel like he felt as though the woman he spent most of his adult life with gave up on him and it killed him.
Now, would I like to be in love and share my life with someone that loves me unconditionally and I do the same for him? Of course. Will I go postal and maim someone if it doesn't happen? Nope. To paraphrase Ne-yo, I know my true love and I could be a force when we're together but I'm good all by myself.
I refuse to settle for just anydamnbody...been there, done that, didn't even need to buy the t-shirt. So when true love comes, I'll be ready. If it decides to stay away, I'm okay with that too. Trust me, either way, I will survive.
Can I live without a love relationship. Short answer, no.
Long answer, I can live without being in love. As a matter of fact, I've been doing it for over a year. But I know for a fact that having someone, whether family, friends, animals, etc, that loves you and you love them is just like breathing. You must have love to live.
I had an uncle (mother's brother) who was placed in a nursing home by his girlfriend of 25+ years (who goes together for 25+ years) for absolutely no real reason. He did have medical problems...he had throat cancer and had to use a electrolarynx (one of those things that you put on your throat and the sound comes from vibration) and some other minor issues but that was it. He ended up dying while there. I am thoroughly convinced he died from a broken heart. Even though he had family that would visit him (myself included), I feel like he felt as though the woman he spent most of his adult life with gave up on him and it killed him.
Now, would I like to be in love and share my life with someone that loves me unconditionally and I do the same for him? Of course. Will I go postal and maim someone if it doesn't happen? Nope. To paraphrase Ne-yo, I know my true love and I could be a force when we're together but I'm good all by myself.
I refuse to settle for just anydamnbody...been there, done that, didn't even need to buy the t-shirt. So when true love comes, I'll be ready. If it decides to stay away, I'm okay with that too. Trust me, either way, I will survive.
Monday, June 27, 2011
11~ Whom (no names, if you prefer) did you love, who didn't love you back?
Shiiiiid...this list is a mile long and a river deep.
I could write about my first husband who listened to everyone whispering wrong shit in his ear but wouldn't believe a word I said even if I swore on a stack of bibles and 12 previous Popes. But he's not worth my keystrokes.
I could write about my most recent ex and how he played me like a fiddle in a country band but I've written enough about his squirrel ass in this challenge. He bores me to tears. He is the true definition of a non-mutha fuckin' factor.
I could write about the countless dudes I've fallen for that didn't reciprocate but I do have to sleep at some point.
I could even write about my adoptive mother who once told me that I needed to stay with an abusive man because no one else would ever love me with 2 kids. Or that time told me that she was jealous because my father and I were close. But I don't want to talk about that.
So I'm gonna bypass this blog. Not really feeling it. Sorry. So let's let Faith sing, shall we?
I could write about my first husband who listened to everyone whispering wrong shit in his ear but wouldn't believe a word I said even if I swore on a stack of bibles and 12 previous Popes. But he's not worth my keystrokes.
I could write about my most recent ex and how he played me like a fiddle in a country band but I've written enough about his squirrel ass in this challenge. He bores me to tears. He is the true definition of a non-mutha fuckin' factor.
I could write about the countless dudes I've fallen for that didn't reciprocate but I do have to sleep at some point.
I could even write about my adoptive mother who once told me that I needed to stay with an abusive man because no one else would ever love me with 2 kids. Or that time told me that she was jealous because my father and I were close. But I don't want to talk about that.
So I'm gonna bypass this blog. Not really feeling it. Sorry. So let's let Faith sing, shall we?
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