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64 ways to say I love you

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64 Ways to Say "I Love You":
Don't compare them to anyone.
Be courteous at all times.
Embrace the present moments without fear or guilt.
Live by the Golden Rule (Do unto others as you would have them do unto you).
Give your full attention when talking.
Become their biggest fan and cheerleader!
Toast each other over breakfast or dinner to say I love you.
Tell them how they bring love to your life.
Laugh about kids quotes on love or events.
Talk about your day during mealtimes.
Read books aloud together.
Say you're sorry.
Recall good and bad memories.
Let go of the past to say I love you.
Do nothing together.
Encourage health in all its forms.
Trust your partner enough to cry together.
Act silly together.
Be lavish in praise.
Ask questions about opinions, feelings, thoughts.
To say I love you, forget about labels.
Encourage adventures and risks!
Show your joy when they come home.
Bake cookies.
Leave stress at work to say I love you.
Use flannel sheets in the winter.
Solve problems together - such as crosswords or Suduku.
Show your gratitude for them.
Be a good sounding board.
To say I love you, take pride in them -- and show it.
Compliment them in front of others.
Spend time with them.
Listen.
Ask for hugs and kisses.
Take vacations together.
Tell the truth to say I love you.
Use pet names to say I love you.
Practice self-acceptance.
Hunt for treasure together.
Be interested in their interests.
To say I love you, let go of jealousy.
Accept their weaknesses and flaws.
Ditch work or responsibilities to play with them.
Be yourself.
Share chocolates, ice cream sundaes, milkshakes.
To say I love you, ignore slights.
Pray or meditate together.
Practice forgiveness.
Watch classic movies together.
Leave notes or send letters.
To say I love you, buy a "for no reason at all" gift.
Don't gossip or judge.
Give the benefit of the doubt to say I love you.
Give space when they're in a bad or sad mood.
Learn something new together.
Go dancing.
Keep your promises to say I love you.
Make them laugh.
Consider their feelings.
Learn 8 ways to rekindle the romance.
Hide a treat in their lunch.
To say I love you, make home a fun place to be.
Let them make their own decisions.
Say what you mean when you say I love you. Say why.
Saying I love you takes work and making your relationship stronger does take work. It's hard to be honest, and it's hard to accept the consequences of your honesty and authenticity. It takes time, energy, and commitment to stay connected through all the problems that life and people bring. It can be painful, aggravating, and scary to stick it out through all the ups and downs....but the alternative is worse.

Do you have anything you would like to add to the list?

perfect girl

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“I know you,” he said. “I know you very well.”

Where do guys come up with this crap? What, because we’ve slept with one another a couple of times, and you’ve poured your heart and soul out to me – while never once giving a flying hoot about what was going on in my life, you know me? Very well?

It’s like they know women love to hear this line of bull, because it’s a justification to continue feeling something for the prats.

Oh, he knows me very well, so it’s ok that he never calls, and we only hang out when he needs something, and it is always about him – because he knows me very well.


I finally got the guts to ask him the question I needed to know the answer to – why not me, why didn’t we work out, what is so wrong with me? Kind of. I didn’t get out all of the questions I wanted answered, but I got the answers anyways. Kind of.

We were having one of our heart-to-heart phone calls where he opened and I listened, and he was telling me about yet another run in with yet another ex-girlfriend where he played the nonchalant elusive sexy guy and she played the desperate to get back with him, oh-please-marry-me girl. It was a story I had heard a hundred times before. He was telling me about how she begged to sleep with him, and how hot she was, when he said,
“But I didn’t want to sleep with her, she was never very good in bed. Not like you.”
“Huh?”
“Come on, we were really good in bed together. We had a lot of fun. You were like the perfect girl to hang out with.”
“Perfect huh… then what happened?”
“With her?”
“No, with us…”
“You were great. Perfect. It just never would have worked.”
“Oh… why not?”
“Why not? I don’t know… I mean… do you really want to know?”
“Yeah. Yeah I really want to know - I’m perfect as a bed buddy but not girlfriend material?”
“You know what I loved best about you? Those mornings after we had drank all night, and then went home and had great sex, and you would roll over with messed up hair and smeared eye makeup and smile at me. You would wrap your leg around me and lay your head on me chest. It was the only time I felt like I was good enough for you. You know you always wore too much eye makeup.”
“I don’t get it. It wouldn’t work because you weren’t good enough for me, or because I wore too much makeup?”
“It wouldn’t work because you are… well… you. And I would never be able to live up to you.”

I guess that’s an answer.


Don Juan de Marco

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There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.

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I woke up this morning and the sky was dark with clouds. As I crawled out of bed there was a distinct chill in the air. The smell of rain mingled with the decomposition of leaves – an aroma that relaxed me – sent me into a state of submission.

Its days like today that I want to pull on a pair of fluffy socks and curl up in an oversized chair with the literary genius of Carrol or Dickens or Bronte. With a warm cup of coffee or tea – the steam slowly rising, warming my face, fogging my glasses. Gripping the large mug with both hands, to keep them warm. As if this drink would fight off the chill that had entered my bones and was encroaching on my soul. The peaceful light of a fire, glowing closely, offering support to the warm cup in this battle of chill. Offering solace, like a good friend, and bringing a serene light to a room from which the sun hid and was filled only with the dark gloom of a cloudy day – spilling in through the large window as if trying to flood the space and drown the occupants. It’s days like today that I want to escape. Escape to a world where pain had a lesson, there was a moral to the story, and happily ever after was a real possibility when melded by an instigator whom needed a world of peace as badly as I did. To hide in an imaginary world, away from the raw emotion that is life.

Books have always been a comfortable escape. And I know I’m batteling a worthy demon when I find myself hiding in the pages of some character’s life – instead of dealing with my own.

I looked outside and wondered if the weather matched my mood – or if my mood matched the weather. And if it really mattered, because felt I had no control over either. Like a bad accessory, both were mine for the day.

Oh, go ahead...

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“Oh, go ahead” he told me, “There are only so many sentences you can stop mid-stride before you yourself stop in mid-stride.”

I knew he was right. But how could I? Not opening up was how I dealt with life. Maybe that was his point. I was already stopped… mid-stride – and that’s why it hurt so badly. The momentum of going full force ahead and then hitting a brick wall had broken me. It had broken my heart. And I couldn’t pretend anymore that I was whole. I had just tasted what wholeness was really like. And I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours

lust or love

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Lust is when you take and then you take some more. Love is when you give and then you give some more. What is the combination of the two? Passion? Foolishness?

I wonder if I've ever been in love? I think I have, but since I'm not sure, that must answer my question. What is love? What is the opposite of love? Lust? All consuming passion? And how do you know when you've found true love? Dose the realization only come when you've lost it? Or do you appreciate it more when you've gone without it, but want it so badly? I love my family, and many of my friends, but is that the kind of love I'm talking about? Maybe that's the problem maybe I'm looking for an orange, but calling it an apple. Or is "love" and "in love" different? Do I want love or lust? Do I want friendship or passion? Can I have both? The questions stumble forward, one after another, never ending, never answering. Wouldn't it be nice if self-sufficiency were the lesson of the day, rather than love!

On Similarities and Differences

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I think we can all agree that every relationship we have is different, weather it be a friendship, a boy/girlfriend-ship, or a full blown love-ship. There are always similarities, and there are always differences. Being the overly analytical person that I am when it comes to all things “-ship” – I like to figure out these similarities and differences – and why I think they occur – and weather or not I like them – so I can grow as a person from each interaction that I have.

After my most recent breakup – as in so recent the burning sensation from attempting to hold back tears is building in the back of my nose as I type this – I have been doing some soul searching to try and figure out exactly what went on. What these similarities and differences may have been, and am I happy with them…


Heteroflexible

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I just heard the word "heteroflexible" for the first time. It's defined as "a primarily heterosexual person who's not opposed to occasional same-sex trysts when circumstances permit." Is this a new term? A hot word of the summer alongside "veepstakes" and "staycation?" Do you know anyone who's "heteroflexible?"


Well, we are just days from Christmas, and its crunch time for you guys. If you have a special someone, and don’t know what to get her, where better to come than your resident female dater for some special holiday hints. I have gotten quite a few e-mails and phone calls in the last couple of days from friends of the male persuasion, who don’t know what to get their g/f’s, so with the help of some of my female friends, I have come up with a list of universally accepted gifts that will make you hit of the holidays.



Meagan Dixon

About Me: The ramblings of a twenty-something-year-old girl questioning the settled beliefs of life, love and relationships.

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