Would you rather have bad sex with the one you love for a life time or good sex with the one you don’t, knowing that the love of your life is out there? This is a highly subjective question and if broken down, could branch out into multiple tiny arguments and questions, but I decided to leave it open to interpretation. Here are few of the colorful answers that I’ve received.
Are you looking for a passionate, intense Noah-and-Allie from The Notebook situation, or something equally as strong but more silly and quirky, such as Leslie-and-Ben from Parks and Recreation?
Forrest Gump taught us that life is like a box of chocolates. Dating is also like chocolate. Imagine you are chocolate. You taste great on your own but you seek someone to enhance your taste. Chocolate goes well with a lot of things and each combination creates an new and unique taste.
Self-love is about renewing yourself and prioritizing your own wants and needs for a change.
He called you a whale. He said it was a joke. You thought it was funny. You go out for dinner and order a salad only and take an hour to finish it, and call yourself a whale. The joke is not funny.
I was just like you once. No emotions, don’t get attached, choose your friends over guys, and most certainly-don’t date.
Like really though… how do you make it not weird but read totally interested at the same time? You settle on the side hug thing where your neck kind of cranes into their chest and you rub-pat their stomach, but then you’re both walking to your destination and your hand that is so lonely and cold and definitely unsuspecting feels another hand creep on into it.
You proudly share your grossest accomplishments and discoveries.
You might have been comfortable in that zone. You might even be trying to jump from the other zone onto the next. Well, here’s my secret, I’m here as well.
They tell you about job postings in your hometown they wish you’d apply to. Meanwhile you’re thinking, did you forget I went to college and don’t live anywhere near here now??