Where did I say I lied to my friends that I had a girlfriend? I was popular because of the exceptional movements I was able to make with my hands, and arms back then.
Family love is it called.
Now I don't get what you mean here. Not only did I trip over several words here - read your own sentence - but I lost you.
Though of what I understand what you said, it was exactly to what I referred to. I pulled the "engagement without meeting each other first" to it because it is similar in the same case. When someone hasn't met his future bride yet, how can he be sure to love him, or her? Because of "love at first sight?" Because he must love her? There is no possible way to be familiar with the other persons "likes, and dislikes, qualities and wrongs."
Two quotes at once, don't get confused.
The girl I mentioned I am "attracted" to is someone I know little... no, I don't know anything from. I recognized her from somewhere, but she is a second year student like me and I probably noticed her a few times stepping in the same bus as me. It took me one and a half year to notice her, so I am sure I've seen her before. But from where, how and when, is what I don't know the details of. Though it could also have been that she has been a student at my previous school as well, but I can't recall ever talking to her, or she to me.
There is no sensation, there is no charm and there is no "beauty" that is supposed to seduce me. Though it is true that I focus more on the personality of someone than the looks, I will not deny being attracted to the 'good looking' ones. Unfortunately, this isn't the case here, since by looks, she is not my type at all.
I agree with you there, but the intention was showing what the "safety" could mean. No different reasons.
"Help" would clear some things up, though I don't really see how it should be "lame", as it isn't the first time as I see something like that happen, including out of my mout... err... fingers.
I have no real comment to make on it. Some people are just like that, I'm not one of them. I was in need of the experience to see things with my own eyes to act the way I would want to act. Even then, I was not able to if I didn't have the proper motivation to it, which I finally got when I accidentally cut myself. A little memory to my past...
I'm a little clouded-minded to go digging in my memory, but wasn't there a saying: "Being thrown in front of the lions"? Or is that a Dutch saying only? Anyway, I didn't have much at a choice when I was brought in a class with only girls. Not moving and saying at all would not really give a joyful year after all. Though I think it would have gone fine with myself as well wouldn't I get in such a situation... it would only take a while longer. I don't got a clue what kind of a role my scar would play if it wasn't for that class.
I'm not sure what I was afraid of back then. When I got over it, it feels as if I lost all my memories of what I thought when I didn't dare to talk to someone as well. Though a part of the shyness is still printed in my head, something I'll probably never get out. I still need a reason to talk.
