Jan 4, 2011 at 11:31 AM
Join Date: Jun 28, 2009
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Posts: 70
Age: 32
Love, and also a lot of sex discussion
I have liked a girl for a few years and she strikes me as the person I would like to spend the rest of my life with. I don't think its teenage lust, infatuation, or that I am in love with the concept of being in love. She simply strikes me as the most perfect, pure, angelic girl I have ever known and she encapsulates every feature, both personality wise and physically, that I value and desire. I have not even talked to her before, and only saw her a number of times, but her image is still extremely vivid in my mind. She is truly the most perfect girl to me.
I've written page after page of notes with wild plans, such as every detail of her life I've scronged from memory and the internet, machinations to meet her in real life, estimations of the type of man she would like, plans to become that man, and even a plan to create a fake log-in screen to steal one of her friend's password to see her Facebook profile.
Coming to this university presents a new opportunity for me because she goes to it too. But random bump-ins will be few and far in-between. I'm not sure how to even approach her without instantly creating a horrible first-impression and destroying my chances. When I'm in a group of people, my presence is such that I stick out like a disgusting sore thumb in ways which I do not notice or comprehend.
Once, just once, for the first time in several years, I thought I saw her. My legs froze and my entrails turned to ice. I literally felt a groggy feeling rising up my chest wanting to burst out from my mouth. All I could do was stare as she quickly glanced at me, turned away then walked around the corner of the building. When I recovered, I quickly tried to follow her, but she had already disappeared from sight.
I have liked a girl for a few years and she strikes me as the person I would like to spend the rest of my life with. I don't think its teenage lust, infatuation, or that I am in love with the concept of being in love. She simply strikes me as the most perfect, pure, angelic girl I have ever known and she encapsulates every feature, both personality wise and physically, that I value and desire. I have not even talked to her before, and only saw her a number of times, but her image is still extremely vivid in my mind. She is truly the most perfect girl to me.
I've written page after page of notes with wild plans, such as every detail of her life I've scronged from memory and the internet, machinations to meet her in real life, estimations of the type of man she would like, plans to become that man, and even a plan to create a fake log-in screen to steal one of her friend's password to see her Facebook profile.
Coming to this university presents a new opportunity for me because she goes to it too. But random bump-ins will be few and far in-between. I'm not sure how to even approach her without instantly creating a horrible first-impression and destroying my chances. When I'm in a group of people, my presence is such that I stick out like a disgusting sore thumb in ways which I do not notice or comprehend.
Once, just once, for the first time in several years, I thought I saw her. My legs froze and my entrails turned to ice. I literally felt a groggy feeling rising up my chest wanting to burst out from my mouth. All I could do was stare as she quickly glanced at me, turned away then walked around the corner of the building. When I recovered, I quickly tried to follow her, but she had already disappeared from sight.