I love driving drunk. But it's ok according to this logic: If you know you're too drunk to drive, then it's ok to drive. it's when you think you're ok to drive (yet still drunk off your ass) that it becomes a problem.
On an unrelated note, here's the moment I realized what I'm looking for in a relationship. I was sittting in my car (before my shiny Vespa) listening to NPR news. On the station that day was a comedy act that was famous for not being famous. They (a couple, a man and a woman) were the act that immediately followed The Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show. They were recounting the experience on the radio; the crowd's overwhelming screams, the dead silence they encountered when they went on stage, since the crowd was spent and the TV's across America were either turned off or tuned to another station following the Beatle's preformance. They recounted the nervousness they experienced, the awe they felt at the act they followed, how they knew what they were witnessing was a powerful cultural phenomenon.
But what got me was how they bantered. The way they talked and spoke to each other was amazing. the subtle jabs, the playful jests. 40 years after the events they were remembering, and they had this vibrant energy about them, when they spoke to each other.
More than looks... more than sheer intellect, more than a well paying job, more than any other GOD damn thing out there... that's what I want in a mate. If I could quantify it for you in this journal, I would. I can't. But I'd know it when I saw it. if I ever find what I heard on the radio that day, I'd be in love.
On an unrelated note, here's the moment I realized what I'm looking for in a relationship. I was sittting in my car (before my shiny Vespa) listening to NPR news. On the station that day was a comedy act that was famous for not being famous. They (a couple, a man and a woman) were the act that immediately followed The Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show. They were recounting the experience on the radio; the crowd's overwhelming screams, the dead silence they encountered when they went on stage, since the crowd was spent and the TV's across America were either turned off or tuned to another station following the Beatle's preformance. They recounted the nervousness they experienced, the awe they felt at the act they followed, how they knew what they were witnessing was a powerful cultural phenomenon.
But what got me was how they bantered. The way they talked and spoke to each other was amazing. the subtle jabs, the playful jests. 40 years after the events they were remembering, and they had this vibrant energy about them, when they spoke to each other.
More than looks... more than sheer intellect, more than a well paying job, more than any other GOD damn thing out there... that's what I want in a mate. If I could quantify it for you in this journal, I would. I can't. But I'd know it when I saw it. if I ever find what I heard on the radio that day, I'd be in love.
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i know you want a mate. and i hope somehow, you find what you're looking for.