Love is all you need

It’s conventional to say that a good sense of humour is the main thing we look for in a partner. But what do we mean by that? Is it just something everybody says because they’re too embarrassed to admit that they’re actually looking for a humungous dick/tits? So, they say, ‘Well, of course, what I REALLY appreciate in the opposite sex is a GSOH’.
But who can define what we mean by a GSOH? I suspect that everyone actually believes themselves to have one, so it becomes rather a pointless criterion – you can tick the box, but what happens when your SOH comes up hard against the other person’s? Do you laugh at the same things? Do you laugh at each other? Can you tease the crap out of each other and still fall into each other’s arms, with no rankling resentment?
Humour is a very personal thing. My sense of humour, like my taste in general, is, of course, superb. But then, isn’t everybody’s?

I've been wondering recently if having that little bit of faith in somebody that they can change, is a waste of time. I was cheated on, but forgave him, thinking that if it was a mistake and he loved me just as much as i loved him, we could carry on as normal. I put in so much effort believing that if i was a better girlfriend he wouldn't be tempted to stray again. I was wrong...and ended up more hurt than i was originally. So was i just asking for a repeat performance, or was he just a dodgy one? What do you think? Could you forgive someone who cheated on you, and have the strength to deal with whatever consequences your decision may bring? Let me know...

...and you may not have heard this group,
but I've been wondering if perhaps
this should be my theme-tune!?

well, whilst we are posting songs,
here's one that I think is really beautiful...
the original, of course!

This is one of my favourite songs. It really gets to the heart of the end of a beautiful thing. It's by Marvin Gaye and from the album Here, My Dear, which was an album that financed his divorce settlement.

Another perspective on Marian's questions...
'The lights are on, but you're not home...'
Sorry, can't embed this one, so you'll have to follow the link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjbzKkeIDxY

Ohhh, Robert, I think I'm....

These are the words of an old, but well-known, (I think) song.

Falling in Love with Love is falling for make-believe!
Falling in Love with Love is playing the fool!
Caring too much is such a juvenile fancy!
Learning to trust is just for children in school.
I fell in Love with Love one night when the moon was full
I was unwise with eyes unable to see!
I fell in Love with Love, Love ever-lasting!
But love fell out, with me!

Is love only make-believe?

Is love all we need?

Discuss

This might not be fate but I can’t miss taking the opportunity that has presented itself.

On Thursday morning I wrote a post called “Destined to be Alone?” and along with the many lovely comments came this from Miramaze:

“Get ready to receive .. this or better is on its way to you NOW”

Well, a few years ago, I joined a French Social Networking Site and I did meet a couple of very nice men friends (French ones) but nothing of any importance. So I decided to call it a day.

The main problems being caused by:

a) my poor grasp of the French language
b) their equally poor grasp of the English Language

Men and woman who speak the same language have difficulties understanding each other on the emotional front so it’s virtually impossible when you speak a different language. I know someone will ask “but what about the Language of Love – surely that’s enough?” Well believe me it isn’t.

Anyway, I regularly receive updates from the site which I normally delete right away. That was until yesterday when among the six profiles sent, I spotted an English ex-pat which is quite unusual on this site. Mindful of Miramaze’s message I decided to send a friendly "hello" and received a lovely message back. We have exchanged email addresses and we will see if we’ve got anything in common.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Oh and thank you Miramaze!

OH MY GOD !!!! where to start _ well i went to the hospital and had fluid drained off the tumour. painful but a relief in that its still benign at the mo. BIG NEWS - told J how i felt as it was him that took me to the hospital.(Very embarassing) Then he only said that he wanted to talk to me when he dropped me off at home. My brain was just about nuked.
Was a little awkward till we got here then he told me that he felt the same !!!!!!!!
oh wow talk about shock.
well it gets better - he took a days holiday on thursday and spent all of his work time _ 8am to 4pm with me !!!!!!!!
am goggled. Bless him he didnt think that he stood a chance with me being a lot younger.
for once am totally lost for words and believe me that is a miracle>

I often feel that I'll never find someone that I can be happy with. In the past I've had a couple of relationships that weren't great, and the guys involved were controlling and verbally abusive to me...
to such an extent that now if there is even a hint of that it just makes me go completely cold, and usually I lose all interest. It is an overreaction on my part, but I still don't seem to be able to change that.
It seems so deep-rooted that I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to change it. I'd love to find someone to be really close to, a soul-mate, but no sign of him so far
will I ever find true love?

Says it all.

Just recently someone said that I will probably never find a new love in my life because of "my exacting standards" and "my criteria"!!! I just had to try not to take this too personally after all I'd just told him that he wasn't the one for me.

Answers on a postcard please.

ps - and not married!

Dear all,

Thanks a lot for your participation! I think this blog is making a great start. Posts, members and visitors are rapidly ramping up. I hope we will keep this trend in the future.

Thank you as well for your support in this difficult times. I think sharing this and other issues will also help others, as we open nice discussion (I loved the “Kissing” discussion a lot!). This is not directly an issue, but it has its importance in romance and relationships. So, it has fully its place here!

A few things I want to share, regarding the logistics of this blog:

·              I applied to join the Beta testing on this site. So, expect to see some changes in the format. Keep you updated about that!

·              Don’t hesitate to ask friends to come here, recommend the blog to others  and make them become members. The more people we have, the more experience and views we will be able to share.

·              The blog is not only about breaking up, but about anything related to our love lives. From kissing to fights, from holding hands to insane love, it all doesn’t matter… Just post you thoughts and reply to threads.

·              If yo like the posts and want to keep up-to-date, you can enter your email address (somewhere in the side bar on your right-hand side) and you will receive all the posts directly in your mailbox.

Thanks again for being so great.

And remember that… love is all you need.

JellyHeart

Here's to that quest! Bon Chance!

...is over-rated
the full on 'falling in love' kind
can be down right dangerous

it came along for me
but he
was married
with girlfriend on the side
both he'd cast away for me he said

when I learnt the truth and saw the lies
it seriously messed with my head
and broke my mind

now,
I've found good company, a friend in bed
loyalty and values I understand

sanity returns

LOVE can be unkind

Yes... It can happen. In fact, it happened to me last week.
I was so happy after having a treat at the hairdresser, colouring my hair and getting rid of the awful signs of ageing (more commonly known as grey hair) thinking that I would look great with my new colour.

My hair has had all the colours you can imagine. Through the years I had coloured it from blonde to copper (very orangy), light brown, purple and all the shades of red you can imagine. Yes, I love colouring my hair! But my husband has only seen a few of them and actually, he liked very much the ash blonde and light browns I used to have during the last years.

But I was looking for something new. So I decided to colour it dark brown, almost black. It really looked strange and at first I was not sure if I liked it, but anyway... you can't throw away money, so here you go, a new Morticia look!

When hubby arrived home, he looked at me with a funny face, as it was the first time he saw me in his life! I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or be upset. I could see in his face the so familiar signs of "What have you done???" but he knows me well, so didn't say a word. After dinner, I had to ask the question. "Do you like my hair?" And the answer, which I already knew, was NO!

Well, in the end, he's got used to it, even though he reminds me every now and then that next month I have to get it couloured back the way it was. And I will... but probably not to the way it was!

With regard to the 'kissing' post - why is it that that all out pashing is what seems to disappear first from a long term relationship?

Oh my husband kisses me hello and goodbye - but its often me that jumps onto him to give him a good snog. To me, foreplay is not just the basic fumbling; its the kissing first, then the gently stroking before you get to the real intimate bits.

Its a shame that everyone seems to be in such a rush to just 'get down to business'.

I know we are all mature, sophisticated adults with multifarious sensual experiences under our belts (so to speak), but it seems to me that the joys of snogging are sadly underrated these days. Who can forget the magic of that first kiss, the first time you felt that amazing frisson and began to appreciate the possibilities that adulthood might hold in store?
The electric contact of lips on lips, the tentative tongue-tips gently exploring the warm, welcoming space, the sensuous coiling and stroking. A really good kiss is perhaps the most perfect physical union of two people, because it never passes out of conscious control, is never taken over by the compulsive thrusting of other wayward organs. A good kiss can be extended indefinitely, with no waning of interest, no bursting to climax and anti-climax, just long, long, loving pleasure. It is a union in which the parties are symmetrical; whether woman/man, woman/woman or man/man is immaterial, both are there to give and receive in equal measure.
Salman Rushdie has a wonderful description of a kiss, and its significance, in The Satanic Verses. Germaine Greer, on the other hand, is rather scathing about them. In The Female Eunuch, she argues that an emphasis on kissing infantilises and desexualises women by drawing the attention away from more ‘mature’ experiences of sexuality. Personally, I think she was talking out of her arse.
These days the attention tends to switch too rapidly to other organs and centres of sensation, and it seems to me that this is a terrible shame.
Those 60s girl groups knew a thing or two. If it’s not in his kiss, then where?

Click the frame below to watch the famous song from the Beatles:

Cheers!

It's about love, relationships, dating, cuddling & more, good times, bad times,... everything related. Cos at the end, love is all you need!

JellyHeart