Mars23 said: I would say, judging by the condition of your throat, you're at least having relations if not in a relationship.
true, true... One of the best days of my life... http://prince.org/msg/100/291111
love is a gift an artist with no fans is really just a man with a hobby.... | |
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so many times my parents tried to fix me up on dates....what a nighmare! glad i'm married now, and don't have to worry about that anymore. | |
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Before my grandmother passed away last year, everytime I would see her (about once a year) she would make some comment like, "I need a photo of you [for her photo wall]." I would say, "You have one of me from when I graduated from Columbia (grad school)." She said, "No I mean with a husband." (Because my brother & both cousins have been married for 10+ years and have kids.)
People in my (very small) home town assumed I was a lesbian because I wasn't married. As if being a single, thirty-something woman determines a particular sexuality. I think my parents kinda of gave up; they knew better than to pester me about it. I didn't care either. I didn't want to be one of those girls (like a lot of my old 'friends') who felt like they needed to find a guy and get married by a certain age. I thought they were pathetic and reeked of desperation. I figured if it was meant to be it was meant to be. I never made an effort to "date" or meet people; I thought it was too much work, too expensive (dinner, drinks, cute clothes, etc.) so I never bothered. And then when I was least expecting it, Cupid caught up with me and I met someone wonderful. The check. The string he dropped. The Mona Lisa. The musical notes taken out of a hat. The glass. The toy shotgun painting. The things he found. Therefore, everything seen–every object, that is, plus the process of looking at it–is a Duchamp. | |
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