Pfffffft to that. You just haven't stumbled across the right girl is all. The one that says "giddyup" to your Scorp and a 'hells yeh' response to your Fire.
I outgrew the appeal of the schmuck fairly early on. Yes they're exciting and seem overly masculine and all that happy crappy. And I do like very male men, however! It's not what my heart needs as a female. It has to be tempered with greater understanding and gentleness. Someone who will wrap you up in their arms when you're low and have good conversations with. Someone to take you dancing and order your food for you. It's their age K, completely. Girls your age bracket are twits. And I say that with a mothers eye and an older womans, for it is simple truth.
I never understood that one either. For to make someone low in order for someone personally to feel better themselves makes them very small in spirit. I'm not talking about jest or even a good sarcastic undercut, but someone mean with it. They need a good punch to the head and a shifting of knee caps in cased they missed the point.
exactly! I never got picked on cuz I felt like they feared me. I know that sounds weird but it was true and if they did I didnt take the bs I fought back.
Home base for pub, good laughs and shopping. London, the tube, up on the Eye, to see the Thames. Camden to see the blues gig. Westminster for nosing about and seeing the castle. It is good to be the Queen, mouth ajar the whole time looking. Loads of walks, loads of eating out, cooked in a couple of nights to rave review. Goofed around and slurped coffee. Toddled off the village by myself to soak it up. Walks in the woods, got a huge blister on my foot. Managed to pack a weeks worth of clothing in one carry on bag, GO ME! Listened to music, sang for my pleasure ( and the neighbors upstairs, no foot thumping when I was belting them out ). Snapped pictures, smelled English roses. The scents are different, truly. Ate Indian food for the first time and got bad guts from it. Someone threw up on the train behind me. Met the pub group, met Mum, met lovely people at the gig. Got hammered easily on 1 pint, or two glasses of wine. ( Lightweight I am ). I shook my groove thing to damned fine blues and whooped it up until hoarse. I had a junkie approach me for a quid for a can of cider. I enjoyed getting stared at by British men like I was a hottie. I traipsed around some more. I had a lovely time.
A lot, and I do mean A LOT of Indian food. Ranging from quite mild ( korma ) to very hot ( vindaloos, could melt your eyes from their sockets ). But really most anything in reach, even in the village I was in there was Indian, Italian, coffee shop/sandwich places, fish and chips and pub food. Burgers, soups and such.
Are you kidding? I have a certified weenie badge I carry with me at all times. I forgot to order my prawn dish not spicy and was firmly ensconced in the bathroom on and off for an entire day. It was awful. The next night I had chicken KORMA.