Topic: Is it cheating ? | |
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YES! Why would your boyfriend WANT to see any other women naked if you have a relationship.
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Is it cheating if you send other women emails telling them you want to see them naked behind your girlfriends back? My girlfriend's back is sexy as hell. Putting another naked woman there would crowd things a bit. |
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Make it a husband/wife situation - the end result is filing for divorce (I know, that is why I am single). So, I think it would be safe to say I think that it is cheating.
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YES! Why would your boyfriend WANT to see any other women naked if you have a relationship. |
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cheating is cheating wether it be physical or emotional
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Is it cheating if you send other women emails telling them you want to see them naked behind your girlfriends back? My girlfriend's back is sexy as hell. Putting another naked woman there would crowd things a bit. |
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Make it a husband/wife situation - the end result is filing for divorce (I know, that is why I am single). So, I think it would be safe to say I think that it is cheating. |
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If you are soliciting the attention of another then is cheating.
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If you are soliciting the attention of another then is cheating. |
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whoot whoot
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a faery's child: Her hair was long, her foot was ligh, And her eyes were wild. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said, "I love thee true!" She took me to her elfin grot, And there she gazed and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild, sad eyes--- So kissed to sleep. And there we slumbered on the moss, And there I dreamed, ah! woe betide, The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cried---"La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill side. And that is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. John Keats |
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It might not technically make you a cheat but it still makes you a scumbag.
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Is it cheating if you send other women emails telling them you want to see them naked behind your girlfriends back? If you don't know the answer to that you shouldn't even HAVE a GF .. *sigh* |
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Edited by
Pink_lady
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Sun 02/22/09 03:18 PM
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It might not technically make you a cheat but it still makes you a scumbag. It certainly does!! Its one thing admiring beauty, but its quite another to interact with a member of the opposite sex for anything in regards to sexual gratification. Anything done "behind the back" is deceitful. If u love ur partner, why would u look elsewhere? |
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Is it cheating if you send other women emails telling them you want to see them naked behind your girlfriends back? If you don't know the answer to that you shouldn't even HAVE a GF .. *sigh* |
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It might not technically make you a cheat but it still makes you a scumbag. true |
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Ode on Melancholy
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty -- Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips; Ay, in the very temple of delight Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. John Keats |
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