cjburgandy wrote:prettysenshi2k6 wrote:I also never had a boyfriend, and have never been kissed before. Ever. In my entire life...and I'm seventeen.
(sigh)
17 is WAY too young to be worried about that. if you were in your 30s then I'd be more surprised.
Joel Fagin wrote:Hmm...
1. My real name is Toby.
2. When I make puns on other boards, I get pelted with plush penguins. The main perpertrators have since sent me a plush penguin so I can hit myself with it if I want to.
3. I have appeared as a pun in a fantasy story about a Fagin-like character called Joel.
- Joel Fagin
PeppermintAfterlife wrote:cjburgandy wrote:prettysenshi2k6 wrote:I also never had a boyfriend, and have never been kissed before. Ever. In my entire life...and I'm seventeen.
(sigh)
17 is WAY too young to be worried about that. if you were in your 30s then I'd be more surprised.
Oh yeah? I'm 23. I'll be 24 in a few weeks.
wp wrote:PeppermintAfterlife wrote:cjburgandy wrote:prettysenshi2k6 wrote:I also never had a boyfriend, and have never been kissed before. Ever. In my entire life...and I'm seventeen.
(sigh)
17 is WAY too young to be worried about that. if you were in your 30s then I'd be more surprised.
Oh yeah? I'm 23. I'll be 24 in a few weeks.
And you've never kissed anyone or had a girlfriend? I somehow doubt that.
I'm also 23.
prettysenshi2k6 wrote:That's scary. Weren't you scared that they did something to you? Something bad, or unhealthy? I'd freak.
princess wrote:You people are all so TALL , what do they feed you?
I'm five nothing
PeppermintAfterlife wrote:cjburgandy wrote:prettysenshi2k6 wrote:I also never had a boyfriend, and have never been kissed before. Ever. In my entire life...and I'm seventeen.
(sigh)
17 is WAY too young to be worried about that. if you were in your 30s then I'd be more surprised.
Oh yeah? I'm 23. I'll be 24 in a few weeks.
Toxic wrote:Joel Fagin wrote:1. My real name is Toby.
You told us a while ago it was Chris. Make up your mind!
Joel Fagin wrote:Toxic wrote:Joel Fagin wrote:1. My real name is Toby.
You told us a while ago it was Chris. Make up your mind!
Chris is my mother's name and is the name under which my internet account is held. It used to be a family account, back in the dim and misty.
- Joel Fagin
rkolter wrote:The Story of The Proposal:
A few of you know it, but here it is -
Months before proposing to Beth, I designed her engagement ring and had it cast and fitted with the stones I wanted. To get the ring size, I bluntly asked to measure her finger. She didn't "get it".![]()
At about this time, I started telling all our friends of my intentions. None ever told her. Weeks before, I told Beth's parents. They never told (including her young sisters!), My parents knew it was happening but not when. Anyhow, the point is, everyone around her and that she interacted daily with knew, but she never realized it.
So I decided that the fourth of july weekend would be the weekend. I planned the whole weekend out unbeknownst to her. Got us a hotel room at a five-star hotel; set up dinner for Sunday at a five star restaurant overlooking the fireworks, set up other activities for the other two days of the weekend.
I take her to the hotel and say, "Ugh. We got an ok room, it was the last one available." She was just tickled pink because it was a five star hotel. She didn't "get it" when I had to use our keycard to access the floor our room was on, or when the concierge met us at the top floor to escort us to our room. You see, I'd told the hotel what was going on... and they gave me the (second) best suite in the whole place for $50 a night (the door said the room was $400 a night).
So we go in and she finally gets that this is a special room - there's a ten foot by ten foot by three foot gold and marble bathtub, champaign and tarry cloth robes by the door, and our own personal hot rock sauna.
But she STILL doesn't get that this is a special weekend.
So, we have a nice couple days - go to a waterpark (We get in free - beth doesn't "get it".) Go to a casino where we skip the line to eat lobster (beth doesn't "get it").
Finally, the night comes. Yes, you guessed it - the entire restaurant including all the patrons, knew. Now, we don't eat out at five star restaurants every day. And she didn't know where we were eating at. And when she found out she was all elated and stunned and happy, but SHE STILL DIDN'T GET IT!
So it comes down to the period between the main course and dessert. The fireworks are about to start...
Me: "Beth, do you love me?"
Beth: "Yes I love you."
Me: "Enough to scratch my back every day for the rest of my life?"
Beth: (laughing) "Well, maybe five minutes a day..."
Me: (getting on one knee): "That'll do. Will you marry me?"
Beth: (stunned sobbing crying mumble)
The whole place erupted in applause, champaign was popped, and the fireworks started. I had to ask, "Was that a yes?"
Romance is not dead in all of us.
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