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Months back, my friend Corey got a peculiar email from a woman with whom he’d gone on one date. The email included an invitation to a second meeting, a string of compliments…and a picture of the girl buck naked. Corey spent the next several days titillated and curious, but mostly confused. What did the Naked Girl, as we named her, hope to achieve with such a move? If she was offering herself up as a booty call, should he dial her digits? If she was a damaged soul, how could he make a clean break? Ultimately, Corey was convinced to put an end to the madness. I checked in with Corey about the Naked Girl the other day. He’s still seeing her.
LoveGivesMeHope.com is a site regaling in sappy, good-natured love stories. Reading the posts gives you warm and fuzzy feeling that's a little addictive, to be honest. Who doesn't want to read about someone finding his soul mate or a boyfriend who's so smitten he donates a kidney to his girl.
Have you ever felt you might benefit from a dating makeover? Is it because all the men you bring home from Pub 46 inexplicably prove to have drinking problems? Is it because you never seem to score a second date? Do you worry that maybe... possibly... you're coming on too strong? We here at YourTango work hard every day to bring you vital relationship tips and advice, but we were thinking it was about time to take things up a notch. Which is why we've paired up with Kira Sabin, the Dating Makeover Coach, to bring you the Girls' Night In Tele-Chat, a four-part teleseries in which we interview some big-name dating experts.
The way Francesco broke up with me was as simple as it was shocking. It was a Saturday afternoon in July and we'd just seen a movie at The Museum of Modern Art in New York City. Riding the subway back downtown, we sat side by side, him in an inexplicable and smoldering silence. Then he got up and walked out of the train. I never saw him again.Francesco's behavior made no sense, and, a month later, I was still struggling to accept it. On a friend’s suggestion, I went to a yoga center to check out a Tantric meditation class. As I discovered, this yogic approach was different.
Romance is a fancy steak dinner for two in a room lit purely by candles. It's flowers on a random day and falling asleep in your lover's T-shirt that smells like his cologne. But romance is also picking the other person up when they can't stay above water because they're scared, so scared they're breathless. What is romance to you?
I am an honest and truthful, loving, kind person, I have good grounded values and appreciate the real important things in this world. I take care of myself and visit the gym regularly, I am a family person who¢s career is there to support these values not the other way round. I have been successful at what I have done over the years and in such have learn some hard life knocks, of which I believe I am a much more grounded fuller person for these experiences. I give 100% at all things I do and I would look for the same commitment in return I can travel anywhere in the world to meet my woman and i can relocate for the right person because distance is nothing when we seek true love because the right person might be located in another world.If I appeal to you and you want to get to know me more, then please drop me a line.. I am looking for a partner who is honest, committed, direct,, she is smart and attractive,but most of all is beautiful on the inside and expresses that beauty in everything she does. she must be kind and sensitive and sympathetic and has an understanding and appreciation for the world in which we live in. I would prefer a partner whose most important desire is to be loved, respected and to be happy
A guy sitting next to me on the bus the other day kept looking over my shoulder to check out the book on my lap. When I stuffed it in my bag, he asked, “what are you reading?” Slightly embarrassed, I told him, “it’s called, Love, an Inner Connection.” “What’s it about?” Self-help books and pseudo-spiritual tomes I’ve always considered hokey. Human beings are fantastically complicated, a lifetime isn’t long enough to discover all the nooks and crannies in one person’s psyche. Merge two of these creatures in a relationship and they’d need at least a couple centuries to figure one another out. For every self-help “rule” about relating, you’ll find a thousand situations that break it. So, when a friend suggested Love, an Inner Connection, my first reaction was to gag. But since the book’s based in Jungian psychology and ancient Chinese philosophy, I gave it a whirl. Here’s the gist: there’s the “essential” self and the ego. The
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Our story had all of the makings of a great love story. Once upon a time we met one evening in a dark, crowded party. He told me I was beautiful. I was young enough for him to appear larger than life. We kissed on the sidewalk in the rain. I fell hard for him—hard like scrape-me-off-the-floor-with-a-spatula hard. But we were wrong for each other in every way. We were young, immature, and troubled. It ended tragically—Sebastian stood me up on a cold, snowy New Year's Eve and the two of us never spoke again. I went on with my life.
Beshert is a Yiddish term that expresses how soul mates are "meant to be together." Building on my family's unwavering faith in this beshert thingy—my parents met when they were 17 and my grandparents when they were 16—I assumed that I, too, would be welcomed into the warm, loving arms of this soul mate phenomenon. I vowed to keep my eyes peeled for my one and only perfect, dream lover—the man who would sweep me off my feet and love me as no one else ever had, my soul mate.
The New York Times' Modern Love had a rather charming essay yesterday ("An Arranged Marriage, Then And Now") where the narrator discusses his situation in the same cool, detached Western way in which we discuss all of our bodily exchanges. He (Farahad Zama) is a "well-brought-up boy" of Indian descent who went the traditional route and agreed to marry his neighbor's daughter after only spending 45 minutes with her.I Hope My Daughter Marries... When she was presented to him, he describes her as "cute" (cute enough, we presume) and "nodded in approval." It all sounds horribly romantic. Almost in the same vain as us Westerners nod in approval to whomever we're seated next at our neighborhood bar once it reaches witching hour. So they married, have two sons, and the arrangement has (dare we say) worked splendidly. Do they disagree? Sure. Do they have their differences? Absolutely. But if given a second shot at it, would the narrator have done anything differently? No.
"Do you love him?” My Spanish friend asked. I was in Madrid, talking to my friend about a man I’d gone out with a couple times and was crushing on. “Love him?” I answered. “I barely know him.” “Madre mia,” my friend said. “I’ve been in love with a woman for years and I’ve never even spoken to her.” Life is different in Europe, as is love. There, you take two hours to savor every meal. Lounge in cafés until dawn contemplating the universe. Open your heart to the beam of light coming from another person’s soul and know you love them instantly. Maybe you know immediately, maybe you know in a year, but no clock ticks to let you know when it’s “appropriate” to feel it. Love shows up when it feels like showing up. Europeans know there is no escape from the senses, you don’t choose when feelings come. Life brings suffering you can’t protect yourself from, just as it brings ecstasy. So just live it.
When enmeshed in the search for love, it can be difficult to determine whether it should be something we find or something that we decide to do. Many people experience the romantic love story. But a lot of couples find love to be something more learned and practiced. For people who are still hunting, it's difficult to decide whether to view it as a noun or a verb. Louise Rafkin has been interviewing couples and telling their love stories in a weekly column in the San Francisco Chronicle for the past couple years. As someone who is still searching for the one, she pondered the question of love and how to attain it in Modern Love in the New York Times.