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1. Love is hard. It can be maddening. If she drives you nuts, makes you angry at times, if you stare at her and think “what the hell is wrong with you?” and you STILL want to stay — then it’s love.

   Ok, so that’s my perception after six years of marriage. =P Who knows though. You’ve asked a nearly impossible question that only you can answer. I hope you come up with the answer you’re looking for though. =)

   Comment by zuraliya_dances — November 9, 2004 @ 9:48 am

2. One of my friends told me that he missed the gagging sound his boyfriend made while he brushed his teeth and I thought to myself, “THAT’S love!”

   6 years? You must be doing something right - I haven’t been able to find anyone who can put up with me for that long

   Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 10:21 am

3. In one’s twenties, “in love” is basically defined by jealousy and ownership. It means you’re totally daft and batty. After that passes, in oh, say, 15-20 years, the real stuff starts. Until then, it’s hormones.

   Yarha, Jaded Cynic

   Comment by yarha — November 9, 2004 @ 11:52 am

4. I loved a man once with all my heart because her got me away from Sunfield Mi, and it end horribly with me learning a man isn’t a raft you can’t ride one away from your problems and there not a life jacket they cant save you only you can do that. (BTW feel free to insert chick where I write man)
   My second marriage was built on some lies I wanted to believe so bad I forgave shit that all my girlfriends were like.. are you nuts? Yes, yes I was. As much as I regret the pain of letting that relationship go from it I learned you can not raise an adult child.

   So at 37 and a two time looser, I find my self caring again about some one and I know its love cause I don’t have the anxiety and bullshit of the first two. That’s Love when it feels right but your not like a cat on a hot tin roof, you not guessing what will please them and trying to apply band aides to all there shit. Love is when you know your on equal ground, and your happy, and when your not you can say it an don’t fear . Love is when you stand on the edge of the unknown and your able to take a step because that other person is right for you. Love is knowing that there is not real definition, but you know it when you have it.
   That’s my screwed up look at love.
   Magdollna

   Comment by magdollna — November 9, 2004 @ 12:08 pm

5. I always thought men were like trains. Just wait and there’ll be another one along any minute.

   Cats on hot tin roofs are basically hormones.

   Yarha, Hormones on Hot Tin Roofs

   Comment by yarha — November 9, 2004 @ 12:11 pm

6. Yes, I’m a man. Eh, I forgot. Should change this name sometime. Unfortunately, it’s too much of an identity to let go.

   Yarha, Not Really Confused as to Gender, But More Ambivalent About It

   Comment by yarha — November 9, 2004 @ 12:13 pm

7. For what it’s worth, I got a woman out of a small Texas town where she was ‘enormously unhappy’. We were lovers and roomies for awhile. She’s now married to somebody here in Atlanta.

   Yarha, Apropos Nothing, He Says His Name is Billy

   Comment by yarha — November 9, 2004 @ 12:31 pm

8. The thought of a gay man gagging while brushing his teeth amuses me.

   Comment by transientmind — November 9, 2004 @ 12:36 pm

9. It’s not so funny when you have to hear it :p

   Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 2:15 pm

10. Heh, this makes me want to go mark my territory! Mine, I say! Back off!

    Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 2:16 pm

11. You were always good at that. :p

    Comment by darkeyesdreamin — November 9, 2004 @ 2:26 pm

12. Love is knowing that there is not real definition, but you know it when you have it

    I agree and thank you for sharing.

    He’s a very lucky man to have you. And you better treat him well, or I’ll…I dunno. Revenge isn’t my strong suit, but I’ll think of something :p

    Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 2:31 pm

13. I think there’s a story here…

    Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 2:33 pm

14. No, I definitely don’t like to hear gagging. It makes me gag.

    Comment by transientmind — November 9, 2004 @ 2:53 pm

15. *gasp*
    I cannot believe you went there!
    *mouth hanging open*

    *innocent smile*

    Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 3:00 pm

16. wrote this in her journal as a response to my entry. I liked it, so I’m reposting it:

    What is love?

    Despite my cynical upbringing, as a writer, I still entertain these ideas of romance and love as this amazing thing. I still believe that for some people love is something that is all passion and emotion…two halves without their whole. But I’m not sure that’s the version of love that I want. It’s too intense, too time-consuming, for a girl like me.

    So what is love by my standards? Someone who gets me. Someone who understands where I’m coming from without me having to explain it all the time. Someone who knows these things and doesn’t try to change me, even when he disagrees with it. Someone who has faith in me when I’m lacking it in myself. And to quote Singles, someone who says “god bless you” when I sneeze.

    How do you know when you love someone?

    This is an extremely complicated question for me. It’s easy with friends and family - that type of love, though I rarely say the words, is something I don’t try to deny or hide. But being in love with someone…I look back and wonder if I’ve ever really allowed myself to fall like that. I’d like to think I have, but I don’t know. I mean, I’ve had those initial bursts - always wanting to be around them, memorizing his smell and every inch of skin, bursting to tell everyone about the strange feelings whirling around inside my head and gut - but it’s never been something that lasts for a long time. Even in my solidified relationships, I’ve always loved the guy, but there’s been something missing on my part. I don’t allow myself to get wrapped up in the other person, I like my space, I like my own life separate from his…and I always think about the inevitable end.

    I’m just not an optimistic sort when it comes to love. So who knows? Everyone keeps telling me that it will happen - maybe. If it does, I’ll get back to all of you on this.

    What’s the difference between romantic love and friendship love? Is the difference purely sexual?

    Again, for the most part, I can only venture a guess based on my own experience. I think sexual attraction is part of it between romantic/friendship love. There has to be a chemistry and mutual wanting for each party if it’s to develop into something more. But I think it’s much more innate than that. Steve and I have been friends for year and we’re slowly moving into that rocky terrain of something more…and I don’t know. It’s not like my feelings changed overnight or anything of the sort. He’s always been there, he’s always been someone I trusted…and I think it’s more that, as I’ve gotten older, there are different things I want out of the person I’m with. I’ve done the flings and the relationships with people that I should’ve loved, but never did - and with Steve I have those things.

    He does get me - sometimes, frightening enough, better than I get myself. He’s my biggest fan and critic. And I think slowly realizing that has deepened what I feel for him…and it doesn’t hurt that he’s a great kisser.

    What is the difference between “in love” and just plain ole love? /

    I’m not sure there is a definition for it, but it’s one of those things we all simply know in our gut. It’s a weird and complicated feeling that I’m still trying to figure out - like as you get older, do you rely more on the plain ‘ole love or remain steadfast in passion and the like.

    Hence the reason I’m probably still single. Heh.

    Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 3:04 pm

17. There must be a million stories in the naked city. So why do I keep getting involved in one’s like these?
    Yarha, A Million Naked Stories in the City

    Comment by yarha — November 9, 2004 @ 3:11 pm

18. Woman I have no idea where you went with that. lol

    ded, marked for life. *evil grin*

    Comment by darkeyesdreamin — November 9, 2004 @ 3:25 pm

19. You are kidding me!
    Did I know that already?

    Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 3:46 pm

20. Naked city?

    Comment by jaxia — November 9, 2004 @ 3:46 pm

21. Nope….The best part is when I tell ladies what they are and from who. They go attitude and say oh yea. It’s like you started a contest.

    Don’t know…

    ded, gnawing board of love

    Comment by darkeyesdreamin — November 9, 2004 @ 4:01 pm

22. Strangly enough all my friends have threated to tell him the same thing. Trust me as some who who has been treated like shit, I really intend to treat him well. Magdollna
    BTW
    I give lessons in revenge

    Comment by magdollna — November 9, 2004 @ 4:21 pm

23. Going to tell us who the lucky person is?

    Comment by inviolet — November 9, 2004 @ 11:12 pm

24. *shakes the magic 8 ball*
    “Try again later”
    

    Comment by jaxia — November 10, 2004 @ 9:51 am

25. I’ll keep that in mind if I ever have need of your services

    Comment by jaxia — November 10, 2004 @ 9:52 am

26. A contest?
    Uh oh.

    Reminds me of a story from my young and wild days…ask me to tell you sometime…

    Comment by jaxia — November 10, 2004 @ 9:53 am

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