In my happiness and beyond. - Because I'm very single with no end in sight...

my bff in college used to make out w/ EVERYONE. ALL THE TIME. like something CHRONIC. it was kind of ridiculous. i never made out w/ him, tho, b/c EW. i can't make out w/ friends. it's like incest or something. i'm a bit of a stickler about that... you know, maintaining that line between friend & romantical interest that is never/hardly ever to be crossed. you can get into a lot of trouble that way, in my experience.

How red do you think you made my face now?

BTW it's interesting Math. It equals 150%. Must be Republican voting machines.

Edited at 2008-03-25 08:42 pm (UTC)

thank you

*laughs and leaves her answers to the mystery of the poll percentages!*

Do you really need a man right now? You've been single for something like ten minutes. Maybe your heart desires a rest before being slung around like a piece of meat again.

Of course, it's your heart, so you don't have to listen to this married, Catholic Englishman.

Point taken.

I agree completely.

Pax.

The answer, loud enough to be heard from space even in the absence of air with which to convey it is NONE OF THE ABOVE.

Wow.

If anything, this was a remark on how my interpretation on random makeouts was nineteen steps removed from anything you suggested but talking about it would just make me shake my head and squint over the ruins of my own bad decisions. Of course, boldfacing is ambiguous, but what the hell have you been bottling up lately, especially on a guy who checks in on LJ about once a month? Seriously, Leafy, I ain't around enough to harbor grudges. If you want me to defriend you I will (those requests are always honored), but I have no idea how you got from that comment to the idea that we all secretly hate you.

You wrote a short post about making out. There's really no chance - none - that it would inspire tentacle monster levels of loathing in me or, barring a few extreme cases who I don't think hang out on your friendslist, anyone. I put about 10 seconds of thought into that comment, which was entirely the product of me looking at your list and thinking to myself something to the effect of "making out with random people (as much as I can remember it) was neither fun nor miserable, did not make me a slut or a tease, but in the aggregate, made me tired and greatly complicated things. But fuck it if I want to linger on the idea now. Better to just say "IN MY EXPERIENCE, NONE OF THE ABOVE. IN A VERY BIG WAY."

It was not, as we're finding out together, taken as I meant it. And I didn't call you a paranoid narcissist. I *did* say that you had what seemed to me to be a disproportionately wounded response, if only because if there is some deep undercurrent of hostility (acrimony) flowing at you from the Pacific Northwest, after all of these years of reading yer journ, do you really think this, THIS, is where I'd decide to drop the mask and show my true colors? On a one paragraph poll about capricious out-making?

If you respond (and I hope that you do), I'll ask you to switch to E-Mail. The Ljo isn't so workplace friendly, but I am at my desk for another half hour or so before trial.

Absolutely. Is there any way to resend the Palm thing or was it substantially the same as what you just wrote? I'm interested in the "fullness of where you were coming from".

Making out is awesome and fun. Sorry you have some buzkills around here.

Kissing is one of the best things life has to offer, so if you you can find someone who wants to kiss you and you also want to kiss back, then you should be kissing before I even reach the end of this sentence.

I have kissed many people, some friends, some lovers, some strangers. It doesn't get boring.

I'm glad you define make-out because I think there is a lot of ambiguity in what people call making-out. Your definition happens to match mine.

In my life before moving to California I was a serial-maker-outter, except that I didn't have an M.O., as many serial-do-ers have. My randomness perplexed even me.

Huh, a friend (female, who I really wanted to makeout with tonight) and I were just talking about this very topic.

Alas, we didn't makeout ourselves. Which is fairly representative of my life..

Dignity?