Dude, that's easy! Have funAnd what if she really did like me? What I'm supposed to do then? I've never been in that situation...
What cues are these? I'm interested, even if they are "dated"!"the cues that she want to kiss you"
Thanks! ^__^She might put her head on your shoulder or upper part of your chest and look up at you for a minute, then look down kind of like she's shy. She might tilt her head to one side while moving closer to you. Instead of just touching your hands, she may touch you further up on your arms or shoulders or even your face.
Thanks! ^__^She might put her head on your shoulder or upper part of your chest and look up at you for a minute, then look down kind of like she's shy. She might tilt her head to one side while moving closer to you. Instead of just touching your hands, she may touch you further up on your arms or shoulders or even your face.
Thanks! ^__^She might put her head on your shoulder or upper part of your chest and look up at you for a minute, then look down kind of like she's shy. She might tilt her head to one side while moving closer to you. Instead of just touching your hands, she may touch you further up on your arms or shoulders or even your face.
(I google translated it to see if it was more or less understandable. It wasn't. But it was kinda funny)Acercaos, pequeños, y dejad que os cuente la historia... tal como la recuerda mi mente medio dormida.
Cap. 1
Dudando sobre si ir al Caprabo a esa hora, creyendo que quizás me sobraría tiempo, me quedé un rato en casa. Buena estrategia, pues pocos segundos después mi padre iba a bajar a comprar no sé qué cosa para la cena... Y, siguiendo los consejos de seguridad básicos cuando se va a casa de una chica, aunque no contaba con tener que usarlos, pensaba comprar lo que Nacho llamó "extras". Y no tenía ganas de dar explicaciones cuando me encontrase con mi padre y mi hermana pequeña en el supermercado, especialmente porque, por la misma razón, había dicho que iba a cenar "con gente del master" a casa de uno de ellos.
El lambrusco me salió gratis, pagó mi padre, pero yo estaba muy enfadado por temas marginalmente ajenos a la historia, así que me fui con un poco más de tiempo del que debía. Contaba con perderme, cosa que hice, pero el caso es que ya estaba en su barrio media hora antes de la convenida cuando me llama y me dice que vaya más tarde, que con el tatuaje están tardando más de los esperado.
Hice tiempo en un bar repugnante regentado por un chino, pasé por delante de una farmacia y lo dejé estar por el riesgo a que me viesen mientras regresaban a casa, y finalmente subí a su casa.
Cap. 2
El principio fue prometedor: Me recibió cariñosa, me enseñó el tatuaje (que no es tan pésimo como pensaba, aunque sigue sin acabar de convencerme: es distinto conocer a una chica y descubrirle un tatuaje discreto en la espalda o algo así a conocer a alguien con un tatuaje a la vista del tamaño de un donut, pero eso es otra historia y debe ser contada en otra ocasión) y me enseña su cuarto. Con minuciosidad. Con pausas incómodas. Eso me mola.
Me lleva a su "trastero-despacho", a ver el video que ha montado para el trabajo del lunes, saludo a la madre y a la hermana, nos instalamos un poco... No empieza mal. Se sienta a mi lado en el sofá, hay ténue roce ocasional...
Ah, y su madre y su hermana eran muy buena compañía para ver Buffy.
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El caso es que la madre se va, después de hacer de madre típica e intentar sobrealimentarnos, y su hermana solo "se va a quedar un rato" (HASTA LAS 3:30/4:00). Es agradable, Buffy no está tan mal como recordaba, la hermana se tumba en el suelo y Yas en el sofá... con los pies orientados hacia mi. >_<
Al cabo de un rato, se reorienta con la cabeza hacia mi, y yo me arrimo tanto como es humanamente posible. Pero no funciona, hay cojines por enmedio. Y está la hermana. "cuando se vaya será distinto", pienso, "ahora no hay posibilidad de intimidad".
Sí fue distinto.
Cap 3 (y cambio de tiempo verbal así por las buenas)
A la que la hermana desalojó el suelo, Yas fue directamente, dejándome en el sofá. Me tumbé, con lo que teníamos las cabezas más o menos en el mismo eje, y me pensé si acaricarle la cabeza como a un perrito fiel, pero era como raro. Y, además, a la que percibió mi mano flotando por ahí (pero por mi pose al estar tumbado, no estaba orbitando para hacer nada), empezó como a encogerse.
Harto ya de esa situación en la que estabamos en dos planos distintos, (y viendo que la cosa se acababa, puesto que se estaba durmiendo a ratos) decido que tb me tumbaré con ella en el suelo. Me da un pequeño asunto para tumbarme a su lado... Y, juraría, ¡Se va alejando de mí progresivamente!
Finalmente, está muy cansada, me lo dice claramente y como que me medio echa / despide con prisa. Le doy el chocolate para antes de ir a dormir, que me reservaba para, bueno, cuando se fuese a dormir*, me lo agradece, pero adios. Dos besos más bien correctos y saludos desde el balcón, aunque no veo un pijo porque me ciega la farola que se interpone entre su balcón y mis ojos.
Me pierdo y acabo tomando un taxi.
*O a la cama >_> <_<
("dos besos" en la mejilla, claro)
thank you for the summarised translation!Short summary: her mom and sister stayed with them till late (the sister stayed till 4 in the morning...), it seemed difficult to make a move but things didn't look so bad. When the sister, who was laying on the floor, went to bed, The Girl went from the couch (where SJ was too) to the floor. She seemed very tired, falling asleep at times, and apparently when SJ went to the floor with her she tried to keep her distance. She then clearly says she's very tired and wants to go to sleep and hurriedly says goodbye. He gives her the chocolate he had been keeping for before going to bed (long story), yeah, thanks but goodbye. Two kisses on their cheeks, as is customary here, and she says goodbye from her balcony.
I'm wondering if it might be best for him to set up something simple and quiet like an afternoon walk somewhere scenic and talk to her then. That way, it isn't about looking for the best moment to interrupt something that was already planned. It also means that he wouldn't be competing with background noise or people interrupting. Finally, it wouldn't look as if he had some grand plan built up on the assumption that she would react a certain way.Doesn't sound like it was a good night for it anyway, with mom and sis there at all, and when a woman is tired, that's what she means. Not wanting to deal with anything, even if she likes you .
That said, I still say to make your feelings known at some point.
Yeah, I was trying to think of something that was simple as "Hey, do you want to wander around the local park."I don't know; probably shouldn't set it up like an event either. That creates unnecessary drama around it.
But I don't know. There's no right way.
XDI was shaking unbelievably bad (I reallllyyy liked this girl, now I know I love her) and she could see that... and feel it. As we were making out.
I wish I could give you more rep but ALASTell her about it. Tell her everything you feel.
Give her every reason to accept that you're for real.
Once again, ZZ Top prove themselves to be sociological geniusesI'll agree that a sharply dressed man can be quite schmexy!
This. An ex told me once (when we were still dating) that one of her favorite memories was me just going for it when I thought the moment was right. Spontaneity and all that.Dear SJ:
While Bumble's "big move" story is indeed inspiring, let me give you a little piece of advice:
NEVER ask a girl if you can kiss her. Kisses are not to be asked for, just kiss her.
FTFY.I once told a girl I was gonna kiss her, rather than asking. She said she didn't know, and I went for it. Then she went for it.
Then it was on.
Dear SJ:
While Bumble's "big move" story is indeed inspiring, let me give you a little piece of advice:
NEVER ask a girl if you can kiss her. Kisses are not to be asked for, just kiss her.
Well if he wants to time-travel to the 1950's when people still used the word genteel...I think it was very sweet of you to ask, Bumble. Spontaneous is indeed very nice, but I always feel a little touched when I hear of a guy asking. Seems very genteel.
Well if he wants to time-travel to the 1950's when people still used the word genteel... [/QUOTE]I think it was very sweet of you to ask, Bumble. Spontaneous is indeed very nice, but I always feel a little touched when I hear of a guy asking. Seems very genteel.
Well if he wants to time-travel to the 1950's when people still used the word genteel... [/QUOTE]I think it was very sweet of you to ask, Bumble. Spontaneous is indeed very nice, but I always feel a little touched when I hear of a guy asking. Seems very genteel.
Well if he wants to time-travel to the 1950's when people still used the word genteel... [/QUOTE]I think it was very sweet of you to ask, Bumble. Spontaneous is indeed very nice, but I always feel a little touched when I hear of a guy asking. Seems very genteel.
Pretty much this.No way, Calle is Joey without question.
Pretty much this.No way, Calle is Joey without question.
I dunno, he drones on about endangered Beetles like Ross drones on about extinct reptiles. ;pMaybe out "there" but "here" he ain't no Ross. :humph:
Smelly caaaat, smelly caaaat, whaaaat are they feeding yooooou?i always think ofactually.
No, the geek side is completely covered by Chandler... he's the guy that'll quote pop culture references left and right, Ross is a NERD, the more scholar awkwardish type... which I am definitely not. This comes from someone who's watched every single episode of Friends ever produced... several times.Sometimes your geek side is more on Ross's side than Chandler's type of geekiness, Calleja, and your stubborness is more Rosslike than Chandlerlike.
It can safely be said that hair gel is something Kameha will never need.Now all you need is a tube of hair gel and a monkey.
Point.Sometimes Calleja gets really worked up over the craziest things. Sorry, Mexico, you're a Monica.
Monica had only one redeeming feature.
^-- good advice consider lesson learned. you are good looking fellow. I am sure other opportunity will come alongMy condolences about your grandfather, Jelly. *hug*
Also, and I know you don't want to hear this, but my advice would be to let her go and try and treat this whole event as an eye opener. If you like a girl you better tell her, and tell her fast. Even if she doesn't reciprocate at least you know where you stand and you can move on instead of torturing yourself for months on end. That's not good for your psyche.
It may not seem like it now, and I know you are sad, but you will recover from this. Sounds like this girl already put you in the "friend zone" a while ago and once there it is nigh impossible to get out of. As for the supposed lies... I don't know. Don't get to paranoid about this. Besides, if she did lie about all those things, you should not want to be with her anyways.
I'm sorry it went like this, but you will get over this. You'll be stronger and smarter for it, too, and you will find someone else. That time, try and remember this event, and just go for it.
.[/QUOTE]Have you changed the way you acted?
That probably won't impress her.Fuck that other guy.
That probably won't impress her.Fuck that other guy.
That's awesome, because you can't stop the rock! Can't stop the rock!Just first and foremost, remember that you rock. ;D
That's awesome, because you can't stop the rock! Can't stop the rock![/QUOTE]Just first and foremost, remember that you rock. ;D
I'm not even sure what we are talking about anymore. I don't even have a Yard.Well, I'm here in the yard, anyway.
I'm not even sure what we are talking about anymore. I don't even have a Yard.[/QUOTE]Well, I'm here in the yard, anyway.
I'm not even sure what we are talking about anymore. I don't even have a Yard.[/QUOTE]Well, I'm here in the yard, anyway.
You know, that's one of my theories... There's something fishy about my friend's post, and it may be a symptom of her blowing up her spy status and not wanting to include it in the story.... I hope not, but at this point I'm terribly paranoid.If I suspected a person who was attempting to court me had splinter cell agents seeking out information for them, I'd want to be pretty reclusive and distance myself too.
Then I've done all I can. :toocool:[/QUOTE]Sigh. At least the word "bromigo" made me smile...
It was like that when I got here... As far as I know, "Te amo" is what poets tell to their loved ones and characters in not very well translated movies say to eachother. Of course, it could just be in the zone of catalan influence, where both spanish and catalan are bastardized and impovireshed form their cohabitation... but I don't think so!What? What are you talking about, we still make a big deal of going to "te amo" down here. It's still used. You just don't throw away a powerful word like that!
What the fuck am I then, seeing I haven't done any of the things you say? A herbivore?Men are predators. Predators hunt alone. It's not done by committee, its not done with secret agents, its not done with negotiators. The only time predators work together is to take down a herd. But they should be able to do it themselves. It's what seperates them from scavengers. Scavengers just go after the women that are left broken and limping after some predator had its way with her, then goes in for it's own piece.
what do you mean dated and literary?!Even now I'm loving all your advice, as frustrating as it may be. But don't worry about the "love" part. I won't say the dreaded "I love you" frase. I've watched How I met your mother AND Hitch.
(In spain's spanish "querer" is the word for "love" though. Words like "amar" are dated and literary.)
what do you mean dated and literary?!Even now I'm loving all your advice, as frustrating as it may be. But don't worry about the "love" part. I won't say the dreaded "I love you" frase. I've watched How I met your mother AND Hitch.
(In spain's spanish "querer" is the word for "love" though. Words like "amar" are dated and literary.)
What the fuck am I then, seeing I haven't done any of the things you say? A herbivore?[/QUOTE]Men are predators. Predators hunt alone. It's not done by committee, its not done with secret agents, its not done with negotiators. The only time predators work together is to take down a herd. But they should be able to do it themselves. It's what seperates them from scavengers. Scavengers just go after the women that are left broken and limping after some predator had its way with her, then goes in for it's own piece.
What the fuck am I then, seeing I haven't done any of the things you say? A herbivore?[/QUOTE]Men are predators. Predators hunt alone. It's not done by committee, its not done with secret agents, its not done with negotiators. The only time predators work together is to take down a herd. But they should be able to do it themselves. It's what seperates them from scavengers. Scavengers just go after the women that are left broken and limping after some predator had its way with her, then goes in for it's own piece.
What the fuck am I then, seeing I haven't done any of the things you say? A herbivore?[/QUOTE]Men are predators. Predators hunt alone. It's not done by committee, its not done with secret agents, its not done with negotiators. The only time predators work together is to take down a herd. But they should be able to do it themselves. It's what seperates them from scavengers. Scavengers just go after the women that are left broken and limping after some predator had its way with her, then goes in for it's own piece.
Men are predators. Predators hunt alone.
FUCK YES! NOW GO TACKLE THAT GAZELLE MOTHER FUCKER!Men are predators. Predators hunt alone. It's not done by committee, its not done with secret agents, its not done with negotiators. The only time predators work together is to take down a herd. But they should be able to do it themselves. It's what seperates them from scavengers. Scavengers just go after the women that are left broken and limping after some predator had its way with her, then goes in for it's own piece.
What the fuck am I then, seeing I haven't done any of the things you say? A herbivore?[/QUOTE]Men are predators. Predators hunt alone. It's not done by committee, its not done with secret agents, its not done with negotiators. The only time predators work together is to take down a herd. But they should be able to do it themselves. It's what seperates them from scavengers. Scavengers just go after the women that are left broken and limping after some predator had its way with her, then goes in for it's own piece.
YOU SUCK!
But yeah, you got me with that one (or those ones.) Bastard.
edit: Targeted at .Amy. For your breaking of my metaphor, there will be a reconing.
Edit2: Also, I agree with Espy. I have to disagree with Ame though, nothing is ever over. But it's anti-intellectual in a way. You have to really think it's over for it not to be.
AHAHAHAaaaahahaWasabi, why don't you have a seat right over there.
I swear I only came here because I thought this was a kid in trouble! I wanted to help! With copious amounts of alcohol and a massage.Wasabi, why don't you have a seat right over there.
What the fuck am I then, seeing I haven't done any of the things you say? A herbivore?[/QUOTE]Men are predators. Predators hunt alone. It's not done by committee, its not done with secret agents, its not done with negotiators. The only time predators work together is to take down a herd. But they should be able to do it themselves. It's what seperates them from scavengers. Scavengers just go after the women that are left broken and limping after some predator had its way with her, then goes in for it's own piece.
I love Chuck Palahniuk's views on the demasculinization of society. But he does consider people that take Fight Club to heart, to be complete idiots.
Just as long as you and 10 friends don't start beating the crap out of each other for sh!ts and giggles. Then forming a terror cell...What if they just find it to be one awesome movie they love to watch again and again just cause of its awesomeness?
Just as long as you and 10 friends don't start beating the crap out of each other for sh!ts and giggles. Then forming a terror cell...What if they just find it to be one awesome movie they love to watch again and again just cause of its awesomeness?
How is this de-masculinzation? Sounds like de-asshole-ing to me.The demasculinzation I'm talking about is how you can't tell a girl she has a nice ass anymore without getting a lawsuit slapped on your own.
It is a double standard, yes. But it's both men and women's fault.Well... a girl could tell you you have a nice ass without repercussions pretty much, couldn't she? Isn't that a bit of a double moral?
How is this de-masculinzation? Sounds like de-asshole-ing to me.[/QUOTE]The demasculinzation I'm talking about is how you can't tell a girl she has a nice ass anymore without getting a lawsuit slapped on your own.
The book digs its teeth into a Gen X generation raised by single mothers and television sets. It's quite clear Palahniuk doesn't really have much of an answer of where that generation, and subsequent generations, are to go. But he DOES have a few ideas on what we SHOULDN'T do, which includes Tyler Durden's id machismo ass-slapping revolutionary.FightClub said:I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
The deconstruction of these things are always soooo much more than a simple yes or no answer. Society is a complicated thing. And most of it stems from societal objectification. When a woman tells a man he has a nice ass, I bet you to the man that reinforces a dominant "hunter" trait in him that, when applied vice versa, could be much more likely to be considered offensive. If a woman doesn't find that offensive, awesome. If a man does, well shit, he should speak up, because that's not okay.Well... a girl could tell you you have a nice ass without repercussions pretty much, couldn't she? Isn't that a bit of a double moral?
How is this de-masculinzation? Sounds like de-asshole-ing to me.[/QUOTE]The demasculinzation I'm talking about is how you can't tell a girl she has a nice ass anymore without getting a lawsuit slapped on your own.
The book digs its teeth into a Gen X generation raised by single mothers and television sets. It's quite clear Palahniuk doesn't really have much of an answer of where that generation, and subsequent generations, are to go. But he DOES have a few ideas on what we SHOULDN'T do, which includes Tyler Durden's id machismo ass-slapping revolutionary.FightClub said:I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
The deconstruction of these things are always soooo much more than a simple yes or no answer. Society is a complicated thing. And most of it stems from societal objectification. When a woman tells a man he has a nice ass, I bet you to the man that reinforces a dominant "hunter" trait in him that, when applied vice versa, could be much more likely to be considered offensive. If a woman doesn't find that offensive, awesome. If a man does, well shit, he should speak up, because that's not okay.[/QUOTE]Well... a girl could tell you you have a nice ass without repercussions pretty much, couldn't she? Isn't that a bit of a double moral?
There are only so many times I can show off my BA in Star Bucks Barista.Juski that is some brilliant writing right there. I am impressed. Give that man a medal. A medal made of REP.
Now the question is, is this eloquent drunken philosophy, or sober theatrical/literal rambling?Juski that is some brilliant writing right there. I am impressed. Give that man a medal. A medal made of REP.
There are only so many times I can show off my BA in Star Bucks Barista.[/QUOTE]Juski that is some brilliant writing right there. I am impressed. Give that man a medal. A medal made of REP.
There are only so many times I can show off my BA in Star Bucks Barista.[/QUOTE]Juski that is some brilliant writing right there. I am impressed. Give that man a medal. A medal made of REP.