Kyoshiro Ogari

I'd cease all contact and try to find someone else who makes me feel just as good and who feels the same for me. I'm all for friendship and stuff, but if we're hanging out and all I can think about is being with her, knowing it is impossible, I am not doing my body or mind any good. It sucks for the person but hey, they asked for it by not wanting us.

I guess it's somewhat degrading having to pay someone to sleep with you, feeling that no one will do it for as little as a stick of gum.

Hi sugar Rush, I am so sorry to hear about your loss. It sounded like he was at peace with moving on to the next phase. It hurts, I know it hurts a lot. I lost my father in May and I am just beginning to cry more and more about it. My thoughts are with you, your mom and the rest of your family. God Bless you all.

Not a fan, but really don't care. Probably anywhere on the face besides the ear would bother me, especially the nose. But not so much that I run for the hills.

That is not strange. I have limits myself. If I meet someone and we are extremely attracted to each other, then yes I would have a safe one night stand. But not with a prostitute. I KNOW I won't enjoy sex with someone I am paying. It's more than "you know what" in "you know where" contact to me. It has to be like that song. "Feeeelings! Whoa whoa whoa feelings!"

Justjoee, you're in my thoughts. I am so sorry for your loss but I hope that with each passing day, your spirits are up, if not the whole dayfor at least a great portion of it. My Godmother lost her son 15 years ago in a car accident and I felt her pain this past May when I lost my father. I am still crying about it. It will never be easy and it will never go away, but each day or week or month or year, the pain sort of turns into something more tolerable that helps us "deal" with it, which is what we're forced to do. Sometimes great friends and family support helps that transformation. God Bless You.

maybe it can be a curse when thinking about approaching someone you like, as if they consider dating outside of their race. Because my parents didn't care about skin color and because of my early experiences in school, I never gave it a second thought. But more and more I do think about it, it could make me take a moonwalk back. The girl I wrote about in the thread with my going to the ER is white, but with me thinking of asking her out, the racial issue never crossed my mind. If I ever gather the courage to ask her out, it may pop up in my head, but I don't go off thinking what a girl's preference is because that guessing game is a game played to be lost. I'm just looking for love.

#-o Best. Second best. I meant to say second BEST! #-o I'm such a boob.

For me, it's the eyes. Everything else is second breast.

Is his circle of friends large? Are you his only circle? A talkative person, especially meeting a new friend, could mean he's excited to have a cool person to play with and probably assumes he's now in your circle. Do it gently. Unfortunately, I would've been like your friend and lied to him so as not to hurt his feelings. You may want to bring him into this circle of friends later on. Set the boundaries for him. Sort of like, "Hey, me and such and such are going to do this and that, I'll catch up with you later." And just split. or with regards to your bet,just say it's a personal competition between you and your friend. He sghould know not to cross that line and not take it personally. From this, he'll see you have your circle that does not include him BUT he's in another of your circles, so he doesn't feel left out too much. As for the talking, good luck. I always use bathroom breaks as an excuse.

Oh yes, that is what stopped me. A mean female nurse is just a woman in nurse's clothing. I kept thinking to myself she was just being nice. But the fact that I was so attracted to her at first sight and combined with how she was (which I'm sure wasn't an act just as a nurse) I felt like just saying "Hey, would you date a guy who think he's dying?" That's why I'm mad we met in the ER and not the BAR.

I know, but I feel I'm back to square one. It was that moment that I felt like taking the plunge. Besides, she told me she doesn't work next week. Oh poo.

It depends on the situation. If there is undeniable passion that we both cannot keep down to the surface, then it's ok. I doubt it will be the best experience, depending on how it's done. You know, like making love vs. doing the 'F' word. So while it may not be special, it can be good. Suzanne Somers slept with her future husband on the first date. I believe they're still married, and for along time too.

They took tests all day to make sure it wasn't my heart. I saw about 10 doctors. All I wanted was Michelle.

When she walked into the room, I was entranced. I have to say, she is probably the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. And she was wearing my favorite color, blue. She was some sort of Heavenly hybrid of all the girls I ever had crushes on, molded into one Supreme Infactuation. She had the cutest pixie style haircut. A soft angelic voice. She made me feel so relaxed. We rambled off topic and switched subjects at our whims. She held my hand gently. I made her laughed constantly. She must've held my hand at least 4 times today. I could not stop looking into her eyes. I wish I could draw her face. Those eyes. Those lips. That smile. I wish I could record that voice and use during my down times, to be the balm I so desperately need. There was only one problem. She was my nurse. I was in the emergency room. ](*,) Of all the places to finally have confidence. Ah well, at least she saw me 90% nude. As soon as they gave me the clearance to go home, I walked outside and was shy again. I couldn't look another lady in the eye, but it did not matter. I have met perfection, and her name is Michelle. Michelle, something. Thank you for being who you are, Michelle. Thank you for the advice on aspirin. Thank you for giving me hope that yes, there are women out there who are not afraid of me. You have seen me at my most vulnerable. You have seen my nipples, yet you stayed for the ride. You stayed to hold my hand ever so gently, and take my blood and blood pressure. It was high because of you, baby. All because of you. I will never forget you, Michelle Something. Guys, what would you have done in my situation? I won't see her again, so should I have taken a chance or simply walk away?

Q10, everythingyou just described I experienced today. I thought I was having some sort of heart attack, thus I rushed to the emergency room and was there all day. They pointed out that my depression along with other factors piled up. I woke up this morning experiencing the same symptoms you did and I threw up slightly. Mind you, I have not thrown up since 1984, so I knew something was wrong. And just like you, my legs felt rubbery and my left shoulder hurt, which is wy I went to the ER. Or you had a mega sugar rush. I hope it's nothing serious, but something delicious. Good luck.

No Miss M. Don't do out with him. Let the next girl take a chance. I'm sure she'll be miserable or happy, who knows. The pain of love is too much for us to take a chance. We were all meant to be alone. Why do you think they made 238 versions of online solitaire for our lonely butts. Oh just go out with him already!!! And if you have indeed let that ship sail into the night, jump on the next boat.At least it'll have shuffleboard. Unless solitaire is your passion.

When you like someone, you hope they like you too, so your brain goes into some sort of default fantasy mode. You can subconsciously convert a simple eye contact into eye contact, as if it were like this little critter right here -> You could be reading too much into it or not. Best way to do so is to follow the advice of Tigris and befriend him first.

From now on I will never ever say I've heard it all. The song actually goes "The knee bone is connected to the thigh bone..." not "The clittity clit is connected to the upper lip."

I also suffer from a form of social anxiety, but it's developed into a full blown fear of women I am attracted to, which is 88.7% of the population. I was literally born shy. It developed into social anxiety and horrendous low self esteem once I realized I'm uglier than Godzilla on crack. I suffer from an inferiority complex with handsome men. I find myself so beneath them that they would need scuba gear to find my pitiful self. I hate speaking in front of crowds but I spoke in front of one about my dad at his funeral 3 months ago without nerves. But I have progressed during the years. I can now eat in public with no problem. I use the urinals instead of preferring to use the toilets with closed doors (this is a common social fear with men and it has little if anything to do with winkie size.) The fact that all of my friends are good looking and have women falling all over them as I stand idly with my hands in my pockets enhances my SAD by 65% and multiplies my low self esteem to the umpteenth power. I have no problem talking to strangers. I also join in conversations if I see I am wanted. I hate some type of crowds. Last friday night, the streets of downtown NYC in The Village was alive with random gatherings in spots where performers were dancing and just a whole array of get togethers. It was crowded, alive and festive but I didn't mind being amongst the crowd. Although I avoided standing near the women. Today I saw awoman I have a major crush on. Sadly for me, she doesn't bat an eyelash at me and I think from my nervousness she can tell I like her. I was getting on the bus in front of her and my legs were jello. My advice is to think of two words as your affirmation: Who cares. Who cares what they think of you? If they are not your Lord and Master, their opinion of you doesn't make the world go round. Who cares if you embarrass yourself. You are not the first, last or only. I can understand how Muscular Dystrophy and other similar situations will give a person anxiety. Everyone has things to deal with, some are more visible than others. Go about your normal and live for you, not anyone else. And good luck!

I'd do it. Then again I'd try anything once that didn't involve a goat.

*sneeze* booty call *sneeze* Damn. Sorry to hear that, that really sucks. Looks like only one thing was on his mind. But good thing you found out now before things got hot and heavy and your emotions got involved deeper.

Ah, the old 'space right next to you' move. I've done this so many times, I often forget how my crushes actually look! And I am not saying that to be funny, it's true. They probably think I'm c0ckeyed or something. That is probably the #2 shy trait right before blushing.

I notice this for black guys as well and it's frustrating and insulting. I don't care who wants what, we all have our preferences/tastes ect. I'm black and my girlfriend in first grade was white. Come to think of it, because I was funny, there were about 5 girls that I can remember off the top of my head who liked me and 4 of them were white. During parents/teachers night, the girls introduced me to their parents and they met my parents. I guess from this experience, seeing that their parents complimented me and such and didn't have that "you better stay away from him" look, I never looked at race. But back to the personals. Someone pointed it out here a while back about black guys being singled out,as in everyone but him, so I investigated. I did the "advanced search" on three sites: yahoo personals, link removed and another one that I can't remember. I specifically picked caucasian and hispanic to see if it was true. A great number of them listed every race available as their preference except black. That was insulting because I wonder why so many did so. My dilemma is that I look Hispanic. Everyone would swear that I am. So when the women on these sites list Hispanic as their preference, I wonder if it's the Ricky Martin/Carlos Ponce Hispanic, which I am not even close to looking like, or a darker shade of hispanic, since I am tan. I would gather they are looking for the Ricky Martins and Carlos Ponces, especially after the latin explosion hit. Guilty. I love novelas. I used to watch them for the legs years ago, but then one day I actually got sucked into the story and now I'm hooked on those cheesy dramatic closeups that zoom into the actors and actresses noses. By the way, if you look at the interracial spectrum, seeing a white guy with a black girl, especially with african features, is less common than the other scenarios by a dramatic count from what I've seen. Can this be true?