In sales it is called the "take away" close. Women tend to want what they can't have, and he is making it seem like you can't ahve him. He just wants to get a strong emotional reaction out of you. It is the opposite of sounding needy and calling every day.

I can tell within five minutes whether or not I like a girl. "I like you" is different than "i want to be with you" which is very different than "you're the one"

Sometimes opposites attract. I could deal with a difference in political thought or religous thought, it is not a very big part of my life though.

I am guessing your insecurity about your looks is a far bigger turn off than how you look, but just a guess.

Im single and I don't smoke in the house, it's really not a big deal. You have to take ten steps before you can smoke.

Dishonesty will get you dates on the internet.

Too much too soon, you are coming on too strong and looking desperate. Take it one day at a time, back off with the future plans, and play it cool.

This year, no
Next year, YES!

(I am 27)

Also a great way to score with crack addicts!

Let him come to you and try to find somebody else in the mean time.

I like the way you think! It is hard as hell to find one job (10% unemployment where I live), let alone two right now. Then again it is hard to find a sugarmama as well. I would take either option at this point in time.

I love you is something you feel, I liek you is something you say to get laid.

Love is something that is unconditional, it simply feels different and you know when it's there. Liking somebody is saying that you are fun and you offer my life something, but it is not unconditional or everlasting.

Alone
Without love or light
There are no sympathetic feelings for my plight
A succession of trials await my mind every day
People just look the other way
Everybody surrounded by those they hold dear
Suddenly my loneliness becomes crystal clear
Without love, life has no meaning
Inside I feel like a baby screaming
Wailing and balling for somebody to love
Trying to find a woman that fits like a glove
For the odd, the weary and the poor
No love knocks on the door
Destined to face life without a mate
All alone I procreate.

Spiritual blindness

The practicalities of life were not dealt to my hand
I wander as a vagrant across this great land
Money, fame, and fortune are what others seek
All because they are too afraid to admit they are meek

Alone, with my beggars intuition
I search for the solution

Pain and suffering flow from the masses
Their blindness cannot be fixed with glasses

Seeing through their soul is a skill that they lost
Money they find, but at what cost

They cut themselves off from all that is true
They are too blind to notice their soul is turning blue

Unaware of their existence of as something greater
They look for money to protect them, both now and later

But you cannot buy time and that which they ignore
That which is not immediately gratifying is a complete boar

Unable to feel comfort in their own skin
They walk blindly until they get to the end

I remain still
The streets are full, bustling with motion
They walk in lines like corporate drones
Yet I remain still

Passing by, lost in their own little world
They seem all the same, moving and acting as if they were only one person duplicated many times over
Yet I remain still

Moving for only the sake of motion
Yet I remain still

As I look into their eyes their thoughts become transparent
They worry over bills, money, and social standing
Yet I remain still

Stillness in body and stillness in mind
Their thoughts are trivial and unkind
Judgment is passed
From present to past

Their lives are their cage
Deep inside they hide their rage
Deprived of all that they truly own
They replace real life with a larger home

Buildings, cars and other forms of manipulated carbon
Are all the unenlightened can focus their minds upon

Devotion

Alcohol, caffeine, and cigarettes cloud my thought
While the voices tell me it is all for naught
Through darkness and void I have travelled
Just to see my mind unraveled

Sanity is relative to what others think
Doctors feed you pills without a second blink
To draw you away from that which is key
In order to have a more functional society

From your true purpose they will divert you
All to get you to sit and bark upon cue
Too many Indians and too few chiefs
The masses no longer understand their own beliefs

They do what they are told
They do what is expected
While their own purpose they neglected

Without a key to their own mind
In the dark they seek to find
What causes the emptiness of emotion
They lost their true devotion

Alone one walks through abyss and light
The subtle things find their time
Trapped inside an unrelenting mind
The truth is something most never try to find

Alone they walk with the entire world
Closed off to what their mind can unfurl
They spend their days building a mental prison
Until they can no longer see their vision

Throughout their lives they walk blind
To all the possibilities of their own mind
A persona they built, to ward off awareness
They lose it all to their unconsciousness

Just like all the others, they strive to be
Only to end up saying “that was not me"
Unable to accept things how they are
They recreate a self image that stays with them like a scar

A wall inside their head
They feel will keep them from dread
But it is only true joy they block out
All of this for social clout

Society’s stencil

Through the abyss, looking through my mind's eye
I search my soul wishing to wave my persona goodbye
A social image I have created
Has become deeply integrated

To avoid solitude and social banishment
I have created a self image that has not vanished yet
Leaving my thinker and thoughts to go unchecked
My internal psyche has become a wreck

Letting go of what others wish me to be
Is something that could never be considered easy
I begin to let my thoughts float away and pass
Each one floating away like invisible gas

Alone in my mind seeking true acceptance
Trying to grasp the moment now sometimes perplexes
Letting go of that which is false
Can be as slow as the growth of moss

Just as moss grows over a tree
The persona can encompass your true psyche

Making me feel that the worldly objects are essential
We carve out a self image using society's stencil
Just like the celebrity we try to be
No longer do we try to be free

It's not very good, but it's something.


Without a paddle
Floating down a river that exists in our minds
The water flows constantly like the sands of time

The cathartic effect of the current's ebb and flow
Guide me and take me where I need to go

The others paddle upstream with urgency and haste
I see their effort as a constant waste

Fighting the currents of life with oar and paddle
Against the grain they strive and battle

You are absolutely right! Another member sent me an E-mail informing me of the error. Unfortunately there is no edit button on the origional post. They kinda look alike though?