Note: Don't forget to follow my personal blog, So about what I said, for up-to-the-minute updates and quirky fun! Having a physical disability has made me keenly aware – and more so over the last few years – of two things: I’ve grown to be overly honest (not such a bad quality) and that being disabled and the delicate art of flirting are not two things that naturally go together. At least that has always been the case for me. Flirting is like learning a new language: there’s a window of opportunity where your mind can absorb it all like a Swiffer sponge: the key phrases, the vocabulary, the weird rules. Once that window closes, though, all you’re left with is the instruction manual – clueless and puzzled.
i feel my boyfriend does not respect me
does it mean that hez fooling me or not? after accepting the kid only and some tim he kneling down following me up.i want to know if hez cheating on me coz if i ask him he only say that we will see where we are going. i dont ealy get satisfied with hiz ansa. i may continue wasting my tym. pliz advice
So i ask a ? a week or two ago about a 27 year old single father i met online & can it be true love.
love is the most beautiful thing one can find yes i found it i make it be by me always but its not with me
I hope you enjoy Part II of my look into disabilities and misconceptions as they relate to the dating world. As always, read more on my personal blog, So about what I said...I sometimes like to think of myself as a Wonder Woman of sorts. I, as I’m sure you can imagine, take great pride in taking my gigantic foot and stomping all the misconceptions away. Misconceptions about women with disabilities, that is (I may be mighty, but I am only one woman, remember). I honestly don't think people mean to form these misconceptions, and maybe it never even occurred to them that they ARE misconceptions in the first place. But never fear. Yours Truly is here yet again to save the day - and save the world, perhaps? Let's just clear a few more rumors up, shall we? *NOTE: My use of "you" shall refer to men in the following scenarios. I’m sure you men know who you are. It’s time we put a solid stop to your sorely ill-informed way of thinking*
Dear Dr. Romance: I'm scared to death of being alone
On 06/22/10 at 11:32 AM EST by Ilegal Female Female - Cheater I'm an 18 year old girl with a one and a half year relationship. I love my boyfriend but I'm too young for this kind of commitment and it is really smothering me. Beside that, my boyfriend changed a lot since we met and I don't like him anymore but I can't help my self not to love him. Just when things started to go bad I met a 23 year old boy who attracts me in every possible kind of way. He makes me laugh, forget all the problems, and all the things my boyfriend can't do. He's probably most irresponsible person I've ever met (despite his years, he has no job, no diploma, and all he ever does is just having fun..), I used that fact and had a little bit of fun with him. It was just a kiss but I dream about much more and hope to get it soon.. I'm afraid I might fall in love..Reason: Maybe the kiss it self wasn't much of a cheating but the things I do with him in my head certainly are..
"You just always have so much to talk about!" The reply I got from the boyfriend the other night when I asked him why he was sighing repeatedly at every comment I made about the movie we'd just finished. "Ok. Well, if I'm talking too much, you're welcome to go do something else. I can talk to myself just as well as to you (it is true that I chatter a lot)." Two solo hours and a great movie later, I walked into the bedroom to find him passed out on top of the bedcovers, his ill-tempered cat lying beside him.
Happy Monday, all! As usual, don't forget to follow my adventures on my blog, So about what I said...I recently sat flipping through my old journals. I immediately stopped when I got to a particular entry. it was from sometime during my high school heyday and my teenage self matter-of-factly wrote something along the lines of: Guys just don't like girls in wheelchairs. Or with any sort of disability, it seems. It read back to me like some sort of socially agreed-upon law like the sort that easily rolls off your tongue (First Amendment, anyone?). It was, or at least in my eyes, the sort of social code everyone had memorized, and I probably (OK, I'm certain) didn't think twice when I wrote those words.