Oh come on pinky. he goes through this whole 'you're the girl of my dreams,' routine when he what he really means is 'you're hot, I want to have sex with you.' The way it turned out would seem to bear that out, but all the hype makes it seem like more than it is.
Maybe so. There was something romantic about the story, though, and the fact that people got excited by it (and still do, if the quote abuot people asking her 3 times a week what happened) shows that the hope for romance is not totally dead here in the big city.
Jon, that's kinda cynical. They gave it two months. Which is ten times longer than a lot of MY relationships lasted back when I was single. And if I read the articles correctly they still consider themselves friends.
bunny, 'just friends' is what you say to somebody after the sexy stuff dosen't work out. I'm just saying the whole thing was nothing more than hormonal heat to begin with, and if it weren't for the cute internet angle, we'd all think so.
If it wasn't for "hormonal heat" the world would be a whole lot emptier...
Look, she was cute, his heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to pursue her. The effort to which he went was what was romantic. Every woman if she is honest would love to have a guy that intent on meeting her that he would go to that much trouble. Just sayin'.
(We really know most of you are horndogs. No need to rip from us our romantic allusions...)
I can't say much, because that's pretty much how the hubby and I met. He saw me on the bus, then passed me a note a few weeks later. I called him up, we talked for two hours. We dated for about a month (no sexy! I was 16 and still in high school) and broke up.
We reconnected when I was in college and he was in the Navy. We got married just before I graduated.
So nothing's written in stone. :)
I was looking for the Dilbert strip where it asks "Why do guys persist in the face of certain defeat?" the answer was "because sometimes it works". but the server gave up before I could get to it.
lysdexic: As the old Korean saying goes pertaining tot he sentiment expressed in that Dilbert comic about romantic pursuits, "There isn't a tree that won't fall after being chopped at ten times."
One of my favorite "stories from my mother's youth" that she uses to illustrate this saying is about a very pretty young girl that lived in her village and a guy fell in love with her. Unfortunately, he was of a lower status and was actually the son of a family that served hers for years and further hampering things was that he was still a "servant" in the sense that he was a menial laborer who did the odd job here and there for her family. He'd always wait for her at a bridge on her way home and "walk" her home (meaning he'd sort of follow her ten paces behind like a puppy because she'd express her dislike of him being there very thoroughly and wouldn't even acknowledge him). He eventually got "lovesick" didn't eat, didn't sleep, bloated up, turned yellow and actually died (some of the symptoms may be an exagerrated since my mom heard most the town gossip hiding behind the folds of my grandmother's skirt as the ladies talked). And what happened to the girl? Well, whenever she'd pass by the bridge she'd feel a small pang because she missed him and regretted treating him so badly but it was too late when she realized she loved him back.