I have a perverse fantasy about Jon Gosselin. It all starts when Kate decides to go for joint custody. With all the benefits provided by the T.V. station, it should be easy to share child care. Kate will live with the kids half the week and then she'll move into whatever bachelor pad Jon has acquired and he'll live with the kids. The first week Jon brings along his new girlfriend. She wakes up to the work involved in raising eight kids and runs screaming for the hills. Jon tries to keep up with his kids and fails miserably. The five year old calls him mean when he tells her to be quiet and go to bed already - this makes the tabloid headlines. He calls other girlfriends, but they have seen what's happening on T.V. and are not answering their phone. By the end of the third day, Jon is curled up in a fetal position while the children run amok.
One-night stands can be tricky to walk away from, especially the bad ones. When your hook-up lays there in his or her afterglow talking about how awesome it was, and you're there thinking 'Get me out of here,' extricating yourself from this potentially awkward situation is tough. You don't want to seem rude, but when the beer goggles are wearing off and that lover's breath begins to sour, all you want is your own bed. One-night stands are an etiquette minefield, but you can exit the situation with class.
Lila here~ I spent the weekend in NYC with a great friend. It began with the Museum of Sex at 233 Fifth Ave (at 27th St). The ground floor was all about animals and sexuality. I learned so many fun and interesting (and some slightly disturbing) things, I wanted to share a few with you. I’ll start with the disturbing thing; let’s just get that out of the way.
Sex and intimacy
Have you ever done something so stupid, in the blink of an eye, and without thinking, and had it rearrange your entire universe? Welcome to my world.
HATE having to live with my ex, he is soo negative, he portrays one face to the world, at home in his enviorment, he;s an ASS!!!
In support of food
The first time I went out with Joshua, I thought he might be a bit too young and boyishly thrilled by the possibilities of his own future to focus seriously on a relationship with a woman. But I decided not to care. Joshua was a marvelous painter who had great passion for all things groovy and wild, and he harbored gorgeous fantasies about saving humanity through art. We debated politics and art, and stayed up until dawn to explore the contours of our magnificent souls. I was dizzy with inspiration and head over heels in love. When Joshua finally gave me the “not-looking-for-anything-serious” speech, I was too heartbroken to recognize one enormously significant fact about our relationship. I made the whole thing up. I’d known about Joshua for months before he asked me out. In his art, I’d seen brilliance. In his character, I’d sensed an intensity I
Love is so complicated..... there is no one who we can really count on...........love i think does not exist its just attraction
to junmart e. abatayo .i am sorry=c if only i had a chance to make thong right=c i love you tharty=c i am so broken without you