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Many of you have probably read this before, but for those that haven't:
http://www.dailycollegian.com/vnews/...d?in_archive=1 What she doesn't know will kill you by Matt Brochu November 21, 2003 You met her a few months ago, and somehow she managed to seep into your subconscious like that "Suga how you get so fly" song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don't know why she's there. But she is, whether you like it or not. You know her cell phone, her room phone. You can dial her Aunt Doreen's house in West Springfield (where she goes to do her laundry every two weeks) faster than you can peck-out 911. But she doesn't know. Her screenname, that generic one with her first name followed by three to five random numbers or UMass, has its own category at the top of your buddy list. Not only do you know what a "Buddy Alert" is, you've rigged your computer to play "Fat Guy in a Little Coat" from "Tommy Boy" every time her screen name changes from gray to black. Then her away message comes down, and you have a decision to make. To IM or not to IM? These are the ridiculous games that you play on a daily basis. But she doesn't know. She's it. All right, so maybe not "it" it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right-up-there-with-Anna-Kournikova-and-Lizzie-McGuire-on-your-list-of-people-you'd-give-anything-to-be-stranded-with-on-a-broken-down-elevator. But it's about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to UMass sweatpants, two D.P. Dough Roni Zonies, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing more. But she doesn't know. She's gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. More like you're startled every time you see her because you notice something new in a "Where's Waldo" sort of way. More like you can't stop writing third grade run-on sentences because you can't remotely begin to describe something ... someone ... so inherently amazing. But you're a writer. You can describe anything. That's what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you're afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you'll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn't mind. You wouldn't mind that the questioning, "Hello?" on the other end makes you want to smile and throw up at the same time. You wouldn't mind worrying about what to get her for her birthday and spending $300 when you only have $17.50 and a Triple-A card to your name. You wouldn't mind that she left your TV on and the blaring infomercials wake you up at 4 a.m. ... because it gives you a chance to watch her sleep. You don't mind that you've slipped up twice when you were hammered and hinted at how you feel, but she was too drunk to remember. So she doesn't know. Sure, she's pretty, but it's about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what's going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you her heart would take about five years. You remember everything she's ever said to you, and when that freaks her out you blame it on your photographic memory (which is a lie, you have a 2.7 GPA). You can't remember your teaching assistant's name, and you can't remember that your Puffton rent check was due four days ago, yet you remember the middle name of the kid who tripped her in fifth grade and gave her that cute little scar on her shoulder. Maybe it's because you actually listen when she talks. When do you actually listen? Never. But she doesn't know. But she has a boyfriend. The kid is a tool, and you are not. He has no redeeming qualities, and you have about 38, even when you're hung over. You could kick his butt, and you've never been in a fight in your life. He treats her like crap, and you would treat her like the princess she believed herself to be on Halloween in 1988. But she loves him. He wouldn't know what he had even if she slapped him across the face and dumped him, but somehow she still loves him. And somehow she still doesn't know. Then, out of nowhere, she slaps him across the face and dumps him. She comes to you. You've been there before, so you seem like the smartest guy on earth. She cries, but your corny half-joke, half-compliment somehow gets a smile out of her that almost makes you feel ashamed that you're the only one around who gets to witness it. It looks like you might make her realize that all guys don't deserve to have rocks thrown at them. But nothing changes. She doesn't know. You get that library elevator feeling in your stomach that she'll never know. You get that feeling that you'll be forced to write a cheesy Collegian column about her that makes "Sleepless in Seattle" look like "Girls Gone Wild." You go to sleep. You wake up. She doesn't know. You're not in love. You're not obsessed. You blame it on the fact that you just need to get some, but still, it's about more than that. It would just be nice if once in your life, things worked out the way you wanted them to. So ___________, it's about time you know*. Now cut this out, fill in her name, and give it to her, coward. Just let me know how it works out. Matt Brochu is a Collegian columnist. - Justin |
That dude is crazy. Obsession isnt just a perfume.
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I KNEW IT!! I know that guy!! I just IMed a friend back up in Mass, and I do know this kid. Not that well, but he was part of our crew when I went to Mass. He was a friend of my friends brother....follow?
Anyway, dont know much about him, but I know he would get wasted and puke every time I went up there. And West Springfield is not the place you want to be near..... |
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Single since I bought my first Camaro. Can't afford Camaros, beer and women. :lol:
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I stopped dating after this heroin addict, lying, cheating, dirty little...nevermind. But I did meet a nice girl about a year ago, been totally into her ever since and I tell her how I feel on a regular basis. I'm just a sucker for a beautiful greek chick.
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Dated a crazy girl durin the summer, and havent talked to her in over a month because she sucks at life, last serious relationship was well over a year and a half ago...interesting thing was that she totally messed the whole thing up and just recently got back in touch with me to apologize for being a horrible girlfriend...that felt good for a few minutes... girls always seem to go for the jerks, i'm sure most of us have had this conversation at one point or another, well i have a way of explaining it...
I study psychology at rutgers and there is an experiement done on dogs (and yes this def applies to girls) where this guy Solomon had 3 groups of dogs enter a white room he was sittin in with no stimulus' available other than him and the stool he sat on, as well as the other dogs. anyways so 3 groups of lab dogs, with a few dogs in each group. what he did was for one group he gave them nothing but praise and treats. the second group he ignored completely and wouldnt even acknowledge...the third group he gave intermitted rewards... meaning he sometimes randomly gave them praise and sometimes ignored them or hit them with a newspaper...after an hour of this and a few trials, whenever he left the room the third group would follow him and would be the first group to great him when he entered for the next trial. The moral of the experiement, it is actually more effective to be both mean and nice because when you give intermitted rewards, the animal (or girl) can't tell if you are gonna be nice or mean, so they continue to approach hoping to get the nice. My spin on this for girls that this effect applies as well as the whole mentality that they can "change the man" to change and stick around with jerks becuase they think that those rare nice qualities coming out, will happen more and more if they persist more and more... Now i would like to try this out...but i'm too nice for it so alas, i havent had luck lately with girls :roll: |
4 weeks today.
i've got a long way to go :( and for the last time, i'm not a freaking leg humper. ask any girl that's actually talked to me. |
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if i like someone ill tell them. and if they dont like it, im not gonna force them to.
this is gonna sound really gay and im normally not the one to say something like this, but if they dont like me back, they are just missing out on the best thing that could ever happen to them, and i know it too. she would get treated like a queen. their loss. not mine. i dont wanna be with someone that doesnt wanna be with me back, so im very open to telling someone i like them because i dont wanna not do it then find out later that they dont like me back, only makes it hurt more. please dont bust my balls for this, im really not up to it. |
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Love isn't brains it's blood Screaming inside you to work its will It's not something you can control... Just something you live! ~Me give everyone just at least one chance you never know who can catch your eye...trust someone until they give you a reason not to...most of all...keep on smiling...after all you never know who might be falling in love with your smile :D good luck to everyone single :wink: |
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:wink: o yeah pat u need to cheer up...tomorrow is another day~! |
it sucks being single it has been 3 and a half months for me, and my ex is a whore at college but i do not care so sign me up to.
:metoo: Matt |
Its hard going up to talk to attractive girls.
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i wouldn't say that's necessarily true. There are two categories of attractive women. Those who know it and have swelled heads about it, and those who either don't accept it, or are humble about it and are regular people under the surface just like you and I. Once you can see the difference, it's not at all hard to talk to the "regular people" type, and the "swelled head" variety can go slip and fall in a puddle of aids anyway. And if you can't pick up the differences between the two at first, go up and talk to them anyway. I assure you you'll figure it out in about 30 seconds.
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we should all go out and pick up girls!
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Im down 8) Soon as I get my dubs for my Maxx..... :lol:
As for being shy, dont be. Dont make mountains out of bumps guys, and gals. |
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I've been single and dating since March after a 2 year relationship, and I absolutely love being single. I've met a lot of...um...INTERESTING...people. But seriously, I've had the best time of my life being single, so everyone, stop sounding so depressed about being single! Go out and enjoy life, meet as many people as you can, you learn a lot about life in general, and when you don't expect it, someone will come into your life. You can't wait around waiting for it to just happen cause then it never will. And for those of you that are scared to approach attractive girls, you need to get over it! What's worse, Constantly thinking about that attractive girl and then never knowing what she may think of you? or possibly getting turned down? You don't know what will happen, so give it a shot, you never know.... I live every day by this quote... "Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well dance" unknown, read it in an email from breast cancer survivers Alicia |
its not that being single is depressing it is just that well....you can only handle so much of something before it gets old...and after being single for soo long...ppl just need a change. No doubt that being single has advantages but then again so does being in a relationship...eh either way...you still have to get throgh the day.......just Smile and see what happens :D
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It's very intimidating even from the female side. Last semester all I had to do was ask this guy out and I was in the clear...I knew he would say yes (my friend talked to him), but yet I was too chicken to do it. Oh well. I keep sayin "what if" to myself about it. This was why I went on the date with the 30-yr-old Turkish cook from work despite all the wrongness of the situation (working together mainly) and how nervous I was not dating someone I was friends with for a decent amount of time prior. I'm very happy I went on the date, even if we don't go on another. My confidence has gone back up after losing my 2 best friends in the past couple months.
Ok, what the hell is the point of my post? Oh yeah, just do it, you are better off being rejected than wondering "what if." |
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