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  1. Recited it last night, and I'm completely confused. About 30 mins into the date she started telling me how she was the horrible person in our relationship last time, she admits it, and how her best friend said that I'm the only boyfriend of hers that she liked, and that she's glad she's talking to me, which I take as good signs. The poem, I figured, may have been a bit forward, but she knows I'm in no rush. She kinda had a perplexed look, so I saved it with a good joke about an earlier part of our date. But at least now she knows that I am up to giving it another shot. I'm not sure if I should wait around for her, particularly, or not, but like I said, I'm in no rush.
  2. Hah. Giving it a shot, yeah. I was never one to show my underbelly to her, so maybe this is what I need to change. But seriously, talk about scared crapless. This is going to be a fun experience, no doubt.
  3. PS - I generally used to rag on her for her music, but only a bit. I'm aware that making fun of her music if she was any other girl probably wouldn't work too well.
  4. Situation is that I'm going out with an ex today, who I haven't spoken too much in the past few months. We've been on and off for 2 years prior to the last break up, but this was a long, long break, so I think I can get a fresh start here. I know I want one, and I'm guessing she's on the verge. Anyways, this is pretty much the first poem I wrote, in about 10 minutes at that, which I'll be reciting to her tonight. Comedic one, of course, since I'm that kind of person, but anyways, you tell me how it is. I'm pretty much scared poopless in doing this. "You're the first thought on my mind when I wake up, And the last thought when I go to bed, If I had to choose between you disappearing, and a tub of hot lead, I'd dread, and dread, but I'd jump in that lead! You make me happy, much like a big wheel of cheese, if I had to part with you, I couldn't, like a dog and his fleas. Your music is strange, and possibly bad, but if I ever told you this, you'd smack me and get mad. I'm kidding about your music, everyones got their own taste, let's not forget grade 3, when I used to eat my own paste. But back to you, if I was to try again to win your heart, would you give that a chance, and give me a fresh start?" I feel like a dummy even posting this here, of course
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