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epeefencer rated 4 months agoFeatured Review
Why oh why was this #6, it's #1 in my book! From the page: "6) Will They Help Me Bury the Body? The appropriate answer from `the one' should be, `where's the shovel?' If they decline to help, it's just another person I have to get rid of, and by default they are ther...

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digitaldreus rated 4 months ago
Damn!
epeefencer rated 4 months ago
Why oh why was this #6, it's #1 in my book! From the page: "6) Will They Help Me Bury the Body? The appropriate answer from `the one' should be, `where's the shovel?' If they decline to help, it's just another person I have to get rid of, and by default they are therefore not `the one'. Some of us may never find the one. Furthermore, some of us never want to find the one and be tethered to the commitment of another. There is the hope and desire however that there is someone for everyone to be tied, chained and whipped by...and enjoy it. Finding someone who refills my glass, shares their food, is cool, calm and collected and doesn't divulge private information in public, all while helping me dig a hole and bury a body (figuratively or literally) is a hard one to find. But, I think I've found him."
ndestries rated 4 months ago
"the author seems to be a self absorbed idiot," says the girl holding a Jack Daniels bottle to the camera with certain pride. Though, in truth, I am both self absorbed and an idiot... pass the JD. Sincerely, Noelle d'Estries
i-did-what rated 4 months ago
the author seems to be a self absorbed idiot.
DoctorCongo rated 4 months ago
If you love them but aren't in love with them, then you shouldn't be having a romantic relationship. easy. Oh, and here's a tip... no one is "The One". or "Mr. Right" that is bullshit. Love is biology.
titansix rated 4 months ago
From the page: "I fell in love with a man who described his day job as a mime on Culver Avenue. When we met, Dean Martin played in surround sound in my head. Butterflies didn't just flutter, they had explosive orgasms in my stomach. The world as I knew it changed forever. But that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves that we are. Love itself is an entirely different animal. Everything you need to know about love is found in one quote in Captain Corelli's Mandolin. But how do we separate love from the feelings of being in love?