Very cool. :)

Hugs. I do so enjoy being surrounded by affection. Hugs are truly the best.

Not letting my fears and insecurities completely rule my life. I'm often unable to function.

If you find out, please let me know. I've done my share of loving, but it would be really nice to have someone love me in return some time. *shrug*

I wouldn't expect them to.

hahaha I just had a conversation with the boy about this as I told him that I'd seen another pair of Doc Martens that I wanted to get. His response was, "how many pairs do you need?". ha I have probably close to a dozen pairs of Docs. Then there's Cons. And dressy shoes. And sandals. And sneaks. And bedroom shoes. I can't count. smh. :)

Some things.

Okay. I'm 51. Soon to be 52. I currently live at the Jersey Shore. In school, I was shy beyond shy. "Painfully shy" is what was used to describe me often. Also adjectives such as, weird, strange, loner applied. I wasn't really part of any social group. More with the stoners, I guess. I was one of those smart kids who chose to let things slide so I wouldn't be considered a nerd. *shrug* I also had a couple of suicide attempts during that time period, as well. *shrug* I'm no longer suicidal, but I still have major anxiety issues. And I do still have major periods of self loathing. *shrug* Oh, and to make things much more complicated, I'm also hypersexual. *shrug*

My "continuing education" choices were rather varied. I applied to Illinois Wesleyan, U of Hartford, and Westminster Choir College to study liturgical music (I was gonna be a church organist). I applied to RIT and U of Hartford for photography/marketing. I was accepted at all. And was going to attend Westminster. But I received an alumni newsletter stating that they'd placed a graduate at a baseball stadium. Since my dad was funding my education, I felt it would be a waste to spend four years of his money just to end up playing, "Let's Go, Rangers!" or the like. *shrug* I opted for a solid year at secretarial school. Right from which I began working in NYC. Then came back to NJ when it became too expensive to commute and pay NYC, NYS, and NJ taxes. Other interests include history, archaeology, mythology, and lots of music.

Got married in 1988 to a man I met in 1987, the year my mom passed. My son was born in 1989. The husband and I stopped being "a couple" soon after the boy was born. When our son got close to completing uni, the husband and I decided to begin actual divorce talks. As it stands now, we're mostly civil, and we're sharing the house. Splitting assets would hurt both of us way too much right now. I've been kinda seeing "the gentleman" for a bit more than a year now. I've been doing quite a bit of driving to and from there (a five hour drive each way).

That about sums me up.

Big heads (referring to a large ego) are rarely attractive. Big hearts are much nicer.

Eggs Benedict. No question about it. *nods*

I know we're on FB. Do we follow each other on tumblr? I'd rather not post my link here. :s *hugs*

I'd be driving to Massachusetts right now to visit the gentleman.

I've no recollection. I do recall having a major crush when I was in the fourth grade. I know I didn't have a crush on a little boy from first grade, even though he had a crush on me (he even bought me a transistor radio and kissed me on the bus). I have to assume it must've been the little German boy I got caught behind the bushes with before I attended any school. But he moved back to Germany after not very long.

It depends on whether you'd be disappointed in yourself if you did give up. I, personally, don't see a reason to have a set number of trys; especially if the goal is something important to you.

I don't believe so. N/A.

Nope. But it is more appropriate to believe you're right when you really are right. *nods*

I'm not really either. I don't have the ego required to be a true leader, and I can't imagine anyone wanting to follow me anyway. And I don't usually follow anyone or "the crowd". I just kinda do my own thing... which doesn't usually fit into any cookie cutter. *shrug*

Extra fine black pen. Or mechanical pencil. But pen is the writing utensil of choice most times.

The fact that we, as human beings, constantly question our purpose, our reason for being.