Dr of Dunk: Just to indulge you, I thought I'd post ... and for the record, I'm with Holden. Regardless of the latest development ... get a Betta fish, screw the dog. No barking, no taking out to walk ... nothing. Put the fish in the bowl and just watch the purty colors. --rockit (Oh yeah, I also found out that the girl who I wanted, who got married this past summer, is having some hard times so far in her 3 months. I don't know if I feel good or not about it, but ....)
That's how it was with my wife and I at first. She only liked me as a friend. Here is how I won her heart. I used a Gerber knife and cut a little whole in my left forearm which bled pretty heavily. I filled up an ink jar with this blood. I then went to the Lufkin Zoo (I was living in Nacogdoches at the time) and obtained a feather from a Red-eyed Vireo (its' a rare bird often found in Spain). I manufactured this feather into a writing utensil and on the inside cover of the book, How to Win Friends and Influence People, wrote the following words: Come to me my butterfly. I am Strongman. The Heavens look at you like I do. With wonderment. Let us firefly. Analogy. Fourth and Long. Sing my horse onion. Naturally, we've been together ever since. I hope this helps. Chance PS-DO NOT FORGET ABOUT THE "WITH WONDERMENT" PART!!!
Don't push, it is a bad strategy in general but with an ex--a recovering one no less--involved it is doubly bad. You are in a tricky situation, she might really want to be with you but may stop herself (guilt, baggage with the ex). My advise is to back off but not to the level of indifference (stay in touch). Date some other fine women, and since "she wants to be friends" you should let her know how things are going. Whether you are going to be it for her you will know, and if not, you are already geting to know other fish.
I think I'm going to try that one. You know, I have a not-dissimilar problem as whoever started this thread in regard to a woman. There's this chick-a-dee in my Advertising classes at school on whom I'm heavily crushing. Problem is, I think she thinks I'm a creepy and cheerless stalker-type person. I keep running into her at various places on campus, and it truly is just random events, but because I jokingly said something about stalking her once (she couldn't remember my name one day and when I pretended to be all hurt, she said I probably didn't know her name, either. When I replied with first and last name, she came back with "What're you stalking me now?", and I replied. "Yes. Is that a problem?"), I'm afraid these convenient but coincidental meetings appear to be a little too convenient. And then, too, because I'm nervous when she's around, I lose my ability to be funny (I'm assuming I have such an ability the rest of the time). I have a hard time coming up with something to say. I thought about just pointing her to my 30-second ads, but I think I just get back to creepy at that point. Of course, she may not think of me in any way at all. I mean, nobody really likes the fat guy, no matter how good a dancer he may be.
Rubbish. I've actually gotten less play since slimming down the last few years. Girls that can't accept larger people aren't worth pursuing anyway.
