Life is what happens when you have someone to live it with. And that's what I'm after. I'm after the one I'll spend the rest of my life with, not a night, not a weekend, but the rest of my life. And willing to wait till I find her :)

BULLS@$*!

Ohow can you be secure when you're not his type

Aww this thread needs a sprinkling of fairy dust to banish all the insecurities

Waving my magic wand ... Let it be so

Sighs .. Ahh that's better

I prefer to suffer from delusions of magical thinking than insecurity or low self esteem ..

Well that hasn't been my experience

Though, I find quantum singularities intriguing, I have no desire to be torn apart at the atomic level.

These days, I'm more interested in local stuff. Like Hale Crater or Iapetus.

My friend, to tell you the truth, yes. Since the subject is here and all, to help shed a little light on the specific discussion here. I've only been with 2 women in my life. And I entirely plan on leaving this world having only been with 3.

I'm sure it's been said already, but beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.

if case youhave any insecurities about my magical abilities .. Beaming up scotty to steer the helm

At Seventeen Lyrics
Janis Ian


I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone

Who called to say, "Come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen

A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve
'Cause they only get what they deserve"

And the rich-relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity

Their small town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball

It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown

They call and say, "Come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me at seventeen

Sad that anyone feels like this .. Always Love who you are
Embrace all that is you

Scotty and Sulu had been at the K-7 saloon for three hours when suddenly in walked a strange alien being. she was eight feet tall, weighted less than a hundred pounds, and had orange skin, purple hair, and six yellow eyes. To top it all off, she was wearing a red-and-blue-striped dress .. Scotty stared at her for a long while and finally rose and staggered over to the being.
"Pardon me for askin', miss .. bu' wha' do ye look like when Ah'm sober?"

Do you mean beauty is not in the eye of the beer holder . Thought that was the topic :-)

At Seventeen Lyrics
Janis Ian


I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone

Who called to say, "Come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen

A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve
'Cause they only get what they deserve"

And the rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity

Their small town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball

It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown

They call and say, "Come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me at seventeen


Sad that anyone feels like this .. Always Love who you are
Embrace all that is you

Not pretending, just different lol. That's the main reason I'm single as a matter of fact. I'm not like the other men running around trying to get into women's pants. The physical appearance will change over time, if that be from time era, age, or any number or possibilities. Why worry and put much attention to something that is ever changing through time? I'm after the heart and soul, something that won't change through time unless they allow it or intentionally change it. And what you see on the inside of people will show on the outside to you. That's why again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.