When did you know??

Xander

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All you people out there with a significant other. or those of you who dont have a significant other but still loves.

When did you know?? I mean when did you know that he/she was the one??

Personally, when I saw her. Looked into her eyes myself. That was when I knew.
It spawned feelings unlike anything I've experienced before. So strong! it's not even funny.
 
Xander darling. With Dreamer it was our first date. Sitting next to him in thwe theater, watching a movie with Rodney Dangerfield... whom I hate... eating cold greasy popcorn... which I hate.. must be hot.
Drinking water downed soda, you guessed it... I hate soda. I wondered why I was even there. then realized. I loved this guy. Bam. I swear they flashed the lights on and off a couple times in the theater, though he says no.

With Starshine it was different. Because I was married, we fought it. Hid it, pushed it away and tried to bury it, for years. Yes, I even demeaned and belittled myself. But in the end, when all was said and done. I love him, and he loves me.
 
Re: When they drank my cum.

Sparky Kronkite said:

LOL......LMAO @ Sparky

I'll say when she doesn't nag me so much for money.
 
I wanted to answer, I really did, but all I could come up with is this ....

Don't you think it's hard enough to say to the person that is the "ONE" without trying to explain it to someone else too?

There are so many reasons behind why he is the "ONE" for me, and I can't even begin to put them down as I feel them in my heart.

Good question, just real hard to answer.
 
Re: Coffee with cum in it.

Sparky Kronkite said:
You guys are famous now.

Good one Sparky. Now Starbucks have a new flavor.
 
Angel said:
Fuck!


I thought you wanted me to buy you a coffee.

can I have a Caf'e O'angel please??

it's a life long addiction of mine ;)
 
I have to agree with Xander on this one. Since last fall, the Love of my life and I had our ups and downs, but I honestly and truly knew I loved Him and no other when W/we were finally united face to face. I couldn't tear myself away from His arms and I couldn't stop looking at Him. And, the first time I had to watch Him go after spending O/our first weekend together, I cried. I called my best friend (Ezzie) and said, "God help me, I love Him". That's when I knew.
 
I never let a relationship get that far, when a woman starts to get to close, I back off.

Love, don't need it, don't want it.

I have always been honest and up front with any woman I have had a relationship with.

So i guess i can't answer your question Xander.


I would like to try one of them Caf'e o' angel please.
 
I am a romantic. Really, I am. But I don't believe in the idea that there is ONE PERSON meant for me, or you or anyone. I believe there are many "ones" out there for everyone. There are billions of people in the world. How silly to think that there's only one person in those billions that is meant to be yours. However would you find them with those impossible odds?

Of course, maybe you're just using that term to identify that special someone whom you've realized you want to spend the rest of your life with. That's different.

I'm also a cynic. In this day and age, with the divorce rate what it is, it's hard to believe that many of us have the depth of committment or the strength of character it takes to keep a mate until death. Our society is finding it far too easy to say, "Oops, made a mistake. You're not the One after all. Gotta keep looking."

Also, people, look at how many times you've said to yourself that you've found the love of your life. Be realistic as well as idealistic. (That's not said directly to any one specifically, just to any who are reading this thread.)

I'm not sure whether I envy you lovestruck people. On the one hand, you experience bliss. On the other hand, when the bliss sometimes turns to the opposite, it will hit you harder than it does me.
 
I knew he was the one for me when on the first date, he brought me flowers, wine, took me to the pictures, put my seat down, he treated me so well. But I knew when he asked me to kiss him good night! Something very rarely done any more. The old fashioned date. I felt like I was sixteen again. Too nervous to even move! And yes i did let him kiss me goodnight! :)
 
WS

yes I hear everything you say there. Or at least I think I do. please correct me if I am wrong.

I am cynical, and at times overly practical. And have been so about love as well. for the longest (or so it seems0 of times.
You see WS, i used to not be able to get hurt, nor get emotionally attached to anyone. And you know what? I hated every moment of it. Sure it was easier than give yourself comepletely, thus not getting as hurt or hurt at all.

IMHO that's just not the way it's supposed to be.
Personally I got sick and tired being Mr. Numb and Mr. Cynical about relationships and love.
And frankly, with the chance of recieving the feeling of being beheaded and having my heart dug out with a spoon. I'll much rather give myself completely to that special someone.
Trust me, doing that aint an easy thing either.

And yes i did use the term "the one" as you descripted it.
 
For me to use the term one and only would be silly, and dumb and wrong.
Am I the only one that always seems to read whisper's posts and say, yes, that's what I meant to say. Damn, she is good.
Wierd Harold is so lucky.
 
I was totally serious, Xander, about my uncertainty as to which is better. Personally, I can't open myself so easily. It all stems from this deep-seated, emotional, pseudo-belief that I have that happiness is temporary. When you start to feel comfortable, that's when it's gonna get yanked away. So, if you don't get comfortable and cushy and content, you can't be killed inside (again.)

This isn't necessarily something I consciously think about all the time. It's just a gut reaction that I have time and time again. Which is why my marriage is like a roller coaster. If things start going to good, I get scared inside (even if I don't realize I'm scared) and I pull back, or get angry, or push away. I don't know if I'll ever conquer that fear of hurt. I hope so.

So, you're either more courageous or more stupid, depending on how you look at it, than I am. If only happiness were as easy to achieve as unhappiness.

(Sorry about the edit. Saw that I'd typed "believe" instead of "belief.")

[Edited by whispersecret on 04-17-2001 at 06:56 PM]
 
Merelan said:
For me to use the term one and only would be silly, and dumb and wrong.
Am I the only one that always seems to read whisper's posts and say, yes, that's what I meant to say. Damn, she is good.
Wierd Harold is so lucky.

Merelan, I said "the one". Not "the one and only"
To me that has a specific value, and is an expression of how deep these feelings go.
 
Merelan said:
Am I the only one that always seems to read whisper's posts and say, yes, that's what I meant to say. Damn, she is good.

Thanks, girlfriend. :) You probably ARE the only one. LOL

Wierd Harold is so lucky.


LMAO
 
I suppose it was when, one night, she leaned over to me and said "I swear to god if you don't turn off that God damn hockey game I will kick you so hard in the ass that you'll have to have my foot surgically removed from your neck."

Ahhhh the memories.
 
Whispersecret said:
I was totally serious, Xander, about my uncertainty as to which is better. Personally, I can't open myself so easily. It all stems from this deep-seated, emotional, pseudo-believe that I have that happiness is temporary. When you start to feel comfortable, that's when it's gonna get yanked away. So, if you don't get comfortable and cushy and content, you can't be killed inside (again.)

This isn't necessarily something I consciously think about all the time. It's just a gut reaction that I have time and time again. Which is why my marriage is like a roller coaster. If things start going to good, I get scared inside (even if I don't realize I'm scared) and I pull back, or get angry, or push away. I don't know if I'll ever conquer that fear of hurt. I hope so.

So, you're either more courageous or more stupid, depending on how you look at it, than I am. If only happiness were as easy to achieve as unhappiness.

WS I have no doubt that you were serious about what you said. You got me wrong there.
All I said was, I have tried your approach. And it was not for me.
I adopted your approach becasue, yes I had my insides yanked out of me.
So I shut down emotionally.

That was not for me.

The result of it was simple. No emotions attached, a hole becomes just a hole. Who cares if the person owning it gets hurt along the way.

Nope couldn't do that in the long run. Even though I did do exactly that for years.
So now I'd rather dive in with both feet, and if it kills me. So be it. We all gotta die some day. (Figure of speech again)

If that makes me more couragous or more stupid. I dont know.

Yes it may very well yank the life out of me (again). But at least I know, that I gave it all I had.

Mind you, that approach probaly doesn't work for anybody as well as yours dont work for anybody. And this is, in no way looking down on yours. Just and exchange of opinions here.
 
Xander

I never thought you were looking down at me or "my approach."

However, I want to make it clear that it's not something I choose to do. It's damn hard to confront a fear of being hurt or abandoned. When you act a certain way and seem unable to control it, even though you know it's not good for you, it's like you're in a rut the size of the Grand Canyon.

Anyway, you didn't start this thread to hear me whine about my psychological deficiencies. Just wanted to clarify my position.

By the way, it sure is nice to discuss a topic and disagree without having it turn into a ranting frenzy.
 
I knew he was the one when he spent four hours telling me drunken fishing stories and I thought it was the most fascinating conversation of my life. Only Love could be THAT blind!!!
 
On our first date, we talked for hours, and in response to my question, "If you could have anything for your birthday, what would you want?," he responded, "A soulmate." He left a few days later for a week long vacation, and when he returned, he drove straight to my place, hugged me, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Happy Birthday to Me." I melted. And six years later, we're still very much in love.
 
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW FOR SURE!!!

CUZ IT'S ALL A HUGE FUCKING DRAMA CLASS AND THE OTHER ONE WILL ALWAYS WIN THE MOTHERFUCKING AWARDS!!!

THE ONE!
YEAH RIGHT!
 
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