Anyone have any suggestions as to how I could subtly get them to become interested in each other? My current plan is to invite the two of them to hang out with me and another friend Julie (who happens to know both of them). Ideally, this will minimize the awkwardness of their meeting.
Problems: Subtly is not my forte.
Taylor has guys hitting on her left and right. I'm afraid she'll think of Dillon as just another 'guy.'
Any help would be greatly appreciated. Dailybooth, don't let me down...
It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you. ~Frederic Chopin
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On a completely unrelated note, I am now apparently engaged! It's a long, complicated, very funny story I promise to write out once I get the chance, but I have to run off and finish a paper that's due tomorrow.
I asked her what kind of ring she wanted.
"Strawberry," she said.
I knew it was love.
Backward, turn backward,
O Time in they flight.
Just thought of a comeback
I needed last night.
-Les Dawson
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Got the feedback on a paper worth a large percent of my grade. In the review, the professor tore the paper apart...then gave it an "A."
This is probably going to sound like a typical emo pity party post, and I apologize. I need to get this out. I need to say this out loud. I'm having trouble processing it myself, and I'm hoping this helps.
This isn't going to help at all, is it?
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It's been a year. It's like the world wants me to forget.
I don't know how start. With an apology?
I wish I could say that fate did this to you, that we were helpless, and we couldn't have stopped this from happening.
But I know I could have done something.
I'm sorry I did nothing.
I am so desperately ashamed. Looking at these regrets, I wish I could change what happened. But I know I probably wouldn't have acted any differently. So selfish in my actions, unwilling to make the sacrifices that could have saved you. I just stood back and watched, didn't I?
You were helpless. So innocent...
You were a privilege.
A gift.
I know you've heard me say it a thousand times over, but I am sorry.
And now...I'll never see your heartwarming smile. I'll never hold your hand. I'll never hear you say "I love you."
These dreams can only last so long. It feels so real.
This is how I take myspace photos.
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While doing a friend's engagement photos this weekend, part of which included fireworks, there was a rocket misfire. As I yelled for the couple to get out of harms way, my friend squeezed his fiance's hand and asked her to stay. The rocket's payload whizzed by them, just barely missing.
I'm not sure if that's incredibly romantic or incredibly "Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions."
Before you ask:
This is not Photoshopped.
This is irresponsible and dangerous. Do not attempt to repeat the actions of the fun loving idiots you see here.
We're obviously both single and likely to remain that way.
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Let's see...how to tell my parents I want them to meet a certain "special someone."
And by "special someone" I mean "actually exists outside of my imagination this time."
And by "Actually exists outside..etc" I mean "Still hasn't gotten a restraining order against me, surprisingly.."
That awkward moment when you knock on someone's door, and start making faces at the little girl in the window, who's then suddenly replaced by her mother...and you're still making the face.
