The Signs..

At one point or another, we've all been shocked by others. We've felt betrayed or that this person has suddenly changed. We go through the whole "They fooled me! I didn't think they were like this!!"

Looking back, I don't think that's 100% true. No one really completely fools us. The majority of the time, the signs are all there. We see them, yet we don't pay much attention to them. We think that it's normal.

It's not until the 'feces hits the rotary atmospheric ventilation facilitator' ($#it hits the fan) do we look back and suddenly 'see clearly'. As they say, hind sight is 20/20. So don't wait until it's too late. Open your eyes and look out for yourselves.

Banat El Maghrib

I had an interesting conversation recently with a guy who'd gone to El Maghrib (Morocco) about 10 years ago. He said that the girls there are WOW, something else. He wasn't talking about the physical aspect of it. He was talking about something completely different.

"I don't know how to describe it!" he said. They just make a guy feel like she belongs to him. That she's his. That there's no other person in the world for them except him."

I was intrigued. I asked him to give me examples. He couldn't. "I don't know. The way they look at you. The way they say the right thing at the right time. Their use of words is perfect! I don't know."

The odd thing is, this isn't the first time I've heard someone say this. And every person who has said that, couldn't give me examples of what they were talking about! I would love if someone out there knows and could help shed a light on this issue!

Again, I'm not talking about the physical aspect!

Nobody

Our good ol' pal Dean says, "You're nobody till somebody loves you.."

What do you think about that?

Desperately Needing A...

Vacation..

Male Assistance Needed

Ok.. so I need a male to explain this to me.

When a guy sends a message to a female, and in that message refers to her as 'fella'.... is that his way of telling her that he thinks of her as one of the guys/friends?

10 Things I Hate About You

Though this is an old poem from an old movie (1999), I still love the words:

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,
and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.