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How not to get into someone's pants online: put your best foot forward... and right into your mouth. These are real "hello" messages and chat transcripts from dating sites. Submit your own, or get updates on Twitter. |
let me paint you my scenario that i am currently in, as for you to see through my eyes half way around the globe. i am currently sitting at the arrivals gate at Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris. what i see is smiling face. hungers of stories either at their beginning or at their end. tears of joy. emotions fills the air its what life is all about. ones path.
its freezing cold outside but that overshadowed by the pure emotions that all these people hold. i just landed about 40 min ago but some times after a long flight i go to the arrivals to just calm down and relax, and also remember why i do this. then again go one level down and you are at the departure gate where the emotions, the tears this time of pain and longing. one giant emotion that passes us by. it depends where you look but is right there in front of us.
i send you a smile
“As for family, I want two kids. I can go up to three but won’t go any lower. For boys’ names, I promised my mom I’d name a son after her brother Dewey, but if there’s more than one boy, I’d like to go with something more Biblical, like ‘John’ or ‘Luke.’ So, how do you feel about the name ‘Francesca’ for a girl?”
(Source: match.com)
The scene: A sun-dappled sidewalk. A father walks alongside his teen son, lost in thought and the warm wash of memories from a time when he himself was beginning to venture into the world of romance. He turns to his son and says,
“Son, if I’ve learned one thing in all these years, it’s this: when you’re talking to a girl, always speak straight from the heart. Be honest. And if you can’t do that, spew complete gibberish.”
I wish we had one where we didn’t see each other. Or talk.
And I have plenty of pepper spray.
| well i want sex |
| tonight |
| with you |
| slow sex |
| passionate sex |
| lovemaking |
| help me out |
| throw me a bone here |
| let me see you on cam |
| let me serenade to you |
That’s probably the soda and Pop Rocks. You know that can explode in your stomach and kill you, right?