But you don't have to choose, and even when you do choose that's not the choice you're making. That's just one of those sad lies we tell ourselves to justify being so scared of face planting that we deny ourselves all possibility of joy or exhaltation.

You never swap a long term friendship for a night of joy. The long term friendship will survive or not according to its own agenda,

No, all you do is forgo the night of passion, that's the only decision that's made. Sadly, with that decision you also inadvertently discard a whole pile of other potentially great things; the possibility of true love, the possibility of a few years of something like it, the possibility of expanding your circle of close friends and wider acquaintances, an orgasm or two, the possibility of a truly unique and exciting sexual adventure (for all you know you may be passing up the greatest **** of your life), an opportunity to make another human being really happy.

Human intimacy is so exciting because it can be the very best of us, but it's scary because it is also dangerous. Who knows we just might get hurt.


To forgo the night of passion is not some glib sacrifice we make in the noble endeavour of ensuring the well being of a lifelong friendship.

There are two reasons for which we will forgo a night of passion;

1. We do not find the other person attractive. If this is the case we should say so, as kindly as possible. But let's be frank some folk need pointers, and this is a chance to help them. Tell them they need a hobby to have more interesting stories to tell, or whatever it may be. This person has just paid us the highest compliment one human can give another, they deserve our empathy, respect, and honesty.

2. We're more scared of what could go wrong than we are excited by the possibilities. That's usually the ugly truth we are hiding from ourselves with our glib and evasive white lies.

This is it, this is all you ****ing get, there's no replays, extra time, or rematches. One shot, one hand, then it's over. No more chances, ever.

All of us exist on a razor's edge, with death never more than a breath away. Forgo nothing, I say. Have it all, and have it all right now.

The inside of a coffin is a dull, lonely and passion less place. Don't be in a hurry to climb in.

Gosh! Settle down there! I'll tell ya!

Nuffin'. It just kinda sits there, being disgusting! But it does taste great, and you can sure use it to stick stuff to other stuff! Whatdoya think of that, lassie?!

Dress up like Slave Leia then recite Douglas Adams.

if she can dress up as Wonder Woman every now and then I would

I'm not pretending. I said that she's flirted with me. I meant that we talked to each other. She was friendly and being sexy isn't just about how someone looks. What annoyed me about her was that although she seemed to fancy me, I'm not sure if she's really interested in getting to know me as a person.

I need a man with a slow hand lol I'm just playing that's an old song. I just need a hug

Yeah, the good old Bilderberg group, who meet once
a year to discuss what good and bad things are to
come for the following year.

I live in Canada, where support is givent to the disabled. With 33
million, we can still afford to have,to a point,
free health care. That does not include naturopathic
medicine, therapies or seeing a naturopath. It
only counts towards our western MD standards, by
using pharmaceuticals( synthetic garbage) to block
our symptoms. Cures don't come free.

Getting genuinely ill, disabled people into forced
labour isn't right. These people didn't ask for
what afflictions they had gotten. Typical of
the corporations who own our governments to
do this type of thing.

It hasn't happened here yet, but it wouldn't
surprise me to see it happen in the future.
We have food banks and the Salvation Army.
The Government gives them not one penny.
They need funding from the public or
by private donation.