find my "lobster"

my lobster yay! 3 years ago

. . . and this past year, I know that I have found Her.

_{thanks Babe}4 years ago

. . . I would have added this under “Post lyrics to songs that get stuck in my head”, but today it was different.

Don’t go changing, to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don’t imagine you’re too familiar
And I don’t see you anymore

I wouldn’t leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I’ll take the bad times
I’ll take you just the way you are

Don’t go trying some new fashion
Don’t change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care

I don’t want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.

I said I love you and that’s forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.

Billy Joel – Just The Way You Are4 years ago

. . . since last Wednesday, I’m going to see “Her” tonight!

_{I really missed Her}4 years ago

. . . she truly is the best. 4 years ago

. . . will be exactly one year since I met “Her”. In this past year, I have grown soo much, and it’s all “Her” fault. I have never felt so alive, so passionate, so in love, as I have/am with “Her”. We have experienced so much together this past year, I felt like it’s been sooo much longer (that’s a good thing dear). I really am looking forward to spending a lifetime with “Her”/you.
Happy anniversary Dear, I love you.4 years ago

I’m shelving this one. A girl at work has been doing the online dating thing and I find myself putting on headphones when she starts talking about her latest dates. Someone at school pointed me to a new dating site that I checked out once. I got so annoyed just reading profiles that I can’t bear to go back.

The thing is, I hate this city. I absolutely hate it. It has never felt like home and I doubt it ever will. I have friends here but they aren’t “best” friends. I have yet to meet a guy who isn’t a complete ass. I’m going back to school so I can get a career that will get me out of here. I moved here for a guy (which I will never do again), and I’ve been trapped for four years. That was a mistake on my part, and now I am doing what I can to recover. It will take two years, but I promise I will leave.

I’m so angry and isolated here. It’s becoming easier and easier to find solitary hobbies so I don’t have to deal with people. I have less tolerance for acquaintances for the sake of having someone to go out with. I’ve given up on the cabana boy goal too, but in truth, someone I don’t have to be emotionally intimate with is sounding like the better option right now.

THIS is why I need to move. Something inside me has broken and I’ve gone to the dark side. I don’t want to be doubting myself when no one seems to understand that I’m fabulous, but it’s hard to believe a whole city full of people could be wrong.

I’ve gone from not being able to find a boyfriend to not even wanting one. I am so damn angry. I have this one life that is ticking away and no one wants what I have to offer. Well fine then, screw them all. I am tired of being easily disposable.

When I get my own place, I’m getting another cat.

Love this!4 years ago

(I have a poster of this painting on my bedroom wall. It’s “Lady in the Meadow” by Kinuko Craft)

“A woman needs to be held, even, and science has shown this, if it’s with someone she doesn’t care about. Protective hormones are released, and the amount of hormones released depends on the degree to which she is held. The first and best is the complete surround. He wraps you in both arms, whispers how beautiful you are. Second best is the ‘arm around.’ He is next to you but with one arm around you. Third is he’s just next to you on his elbow, but he rests his hand on your stomach and looks at you. Fourth is you snuggling up to him with your head on his chest, while he looks away into space. But when the first best happens, you feel completely, wonderfully like a woman.” – Woman on radio

“Mirabelle Buttersfield moved from Vermont hoping to begin her life. And now she is stranded in the vast openness of LA. She keeps working to make connections, but the pile of near misses is starting to overwhelm her. What Mirabelle needs is an omniscient voice to illuminate and spotlight her and to inform everyone that this one has value, this one standing behind the counter in the glove department and to find her counterpart and bring him to her.” – Ray Porter (Steve Martin)

I am overwhelmed. 4 years ago

I’ve found over the years, that a big part of a connection with someone is how your needs and interests mesh. I like to giggle, I absolutely love being touched and I am not a morning person. Life is a little smoother when we have those things in common.

I’m periodically amused by online quizzes and this was no exception. I’m not surprised by what my answers were and it points out how important the cuddles are. Especially compared to gifts.

My Primary Love Language is: Physical Touch

My Detailed Results:
Physical Touch: 11
Quality Time: 7
Words of Affirmation: 6
Receiving Gifts: 3
Acts of Service: 3

Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.

Take the Quiz!
4 years ago

It has occurred to me (not for the first time) that this is not really a goal I can actively work to achieve. It’s a wish, a fun daydream to while away the hours. Wanting this too badly also has the potential to make me completely mental.

I think, given the fact that I am already semi-mental for wanting to go back to school, this one should be shunted to a back corner. If I met him tomorrow, would I even recognize him?

I’ll be happy with a nice, funny, local friend. I have good friends here, but none that really make me laugh until I hyperventilate. THAT should be a thing – “Minou14 wants to find someone who can make me laugh until I hyperventilate.” Someone who gets me and my loopy sense of humor and has that intangible talent for getting wound up in an ever-increasing tornado of hilarity until just looking at the other person causes fresh hysterics. I want to meet someone who can make my stomach hurt like I’ve been doing crunches. I’m the sort of person who laughs in public while reading a book so it’s not that hard to set me off.

Gosh it would be great to find a kindred spirit. I figure I have a chance of finding one by doing what I’m doing. I go out to do things I love and with any luck, I’ll make a new friend with at least one common interest. I’ve gotten lucky before, so I have faith it will happen again. 4 years ago

This is such a cliche, but I hope there might be someone out there for me. Someone who will understand why I’m sometimes sad, and why I can’t pass a garden center without wanting to stop, and why I get mushy over dogs but not kids. I hope there is someone who will know how to kiss me, and who has a shoulder with the perfect hollow to rest my head during a movie.

For the past few weeks, almost every night, I’ve been dreaming about men with dark hair and brown eyes. Sometimes they’re men I know, like my best friend who married someone else. Sometimes they have faces that seem familiar, but I don’t know who they are. How could I dream a face I’ve never seen? The only thing in common is the sweet brown eyes and how they focus on me.

I wake up in the mornings remembering these vivid dreams, which is also rare. Then I get up, go to work and sit in my cubicle surrounded by married women.

I wish I knew what these dreams are trying to tell me. 4 years ago

my lobster is a big hairy viking and hes great
tips for finding a lobster the gelfling way
1. get married
2. got to a viking show
3.eyes meet across a crowded battlefield
4.have six months of rubbish not being together
5. go to a viking banquet
6.never leave your lobster again!
ok so it worked for me! 5 years ago

Now if I can only marry my “lobster” things will be pretty good.

(Pheobe from Friends coined this phrase by the way.) 5 years ago