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Jack21222 said:Propagate? Like a wave?
mad props.
Jack21222 said:Propagate? Like a wave?
Props that make the waves?AUK 1138 said:mad props.
Astronuc said:Wow, FZ! Sounds like quite a woman.
I'm sorry for your loss. May she rest in peace.
Topher925 said:I am a nerdy guy who is 23 and in college. I have 3 qualities that I look for in a girl.
1. Intelligents
2. Ambition
3. Atheist
Char. Limit said:Sex is just a meaningless physical sensation...
Do you think that could work as a pickup line? It is necessary to keep the species going. Unless we suddenly start reproducing asexually.nucleargirl said:WE NEED SEX TO SURVIVE!
Lancelot59 said:Do you think that could work as a pickup line? It is necessary to keep the species going. Unless we suddenly start reproducing asexually.
TheStatutoryApe said:I occasionally use the "What if I were the last man on earth" line though I seem to get an inordinately small percentage of positive replies. I can only guess that women are not as concerned with the proliferation of the species as men.
DanP said:Some weeks ago young lady hinted me she would like to have a baby with me. Needless to say, I've run away, and never returned any of her calls :P Too bad, I liked her but this really pushed me way. I guess some things are better left untold :P
cronxeh said:DanP you should've asked her if you could practice first
cronxeh said:DanP you should've asked her if you could practice first
nucleargirl said:Francis, that's so sweet! probably the nicest thing about love that I've seen! See, I think there's a good example of what love should be like (for all you non-believers/woman haters!)
love might not be so important in the grand scheme of things, but to each individual, I think it is the most beautiful and amazing thing we can experience :)
FrancisZ said:That's very kind of you, thank-you. :)
Edin_Dzeko said:wow bro you're story's just amazing. Sounds like anything this girl would do you appreciated and found attractive even the tiniest things that she took to be embarrassing was not to you. Wow. Did she also exhibit this same level of interest in you and your little things that you did?
FrancisZ said:She was the reason I got more serious about science and math.
I think she liked that I can draw (a little bit). I'm no DaVinci by nay means; but up until about the age of 16 (when I realized I couldn't do anything else), I actually thought I would like to be a comic book artist. So I liked to draw a lot, and studied it privately for many years (like age 4-16).
By the time I met Jayne, I had actually given art up for a few years already; but she really like to read the newspaper, and the comics in particular (especially The Far Side). So, for a while, I thought I might try to get her attention by drawing little cartoons.
I had to draw a couple of things for school (and they weren't really intended for her), but somehow she came across these things (without my knowledge) and was somehow pleased by them. That made me happy, so I started doing this for her specifically.
I used to draw her into my cartoons (as herself, as best I could); and usually, I'd draw some ridiculous (but non-threatening) creature bothering her (which was supposed to be me).
She had a fondness for little woodland animals--like groundhogs, or moles even--so I used to have this recurring pest in overalls and bad eyesight always visit her somehow in the cartoon (even if he wasn't the main character).
She never said really how she felt about them, to me personally; but it usually got back to me that she was pleased. So I'd make her Valentine cards and things like that periodically.
Edin_Dzeko said:wow :!) so like prior to Jane did you ever come across anyone else that you thought was "the one"??
misgfool said:How can an intelligent woman be a believer? What does the previous statement imply?
Topher925 said:I also like a girl who has ambition in life, for example pursuing a PhD or wanting to become a research scientist or doctor or something of the sort.
Loren Booda said:How about the Progressive Insurance girl?
lisab said:You're not the first guy I've heard who thinks she's hot.
FrancisZ said:Normally, I don’t feel comfortable citing my preferences (my family doesn’t even know). But since it is now nearly 5 o’clock in the morning--and I am practically an insomniac anyway—I think I should like at least to describe the characteristics, of she whom I belonged to (and forever will, I pray).
She was way smarter than me; positively gleeful while at work; very humorous (laughed while reading the newspaper even); and, was religiously inclined (though, not a loony either).
She was fairly neat and organized too (though, again, not an obsessive neat-freak). Really, she was just very self-reliant about everything. I preferred always to be her helper, in any way she’d allow it—and which, I regret, was not often enough—but I admired her so, nevertheless. What an able person she was.
Truly, and in all ways I can think of: the woman that I belonged to, was everything I could ever aspire be myself. And she was very good, all of the time, to everybody. She’d TALK—a lot—to anyone; total strangers even, at length. And I absolutely adored her voice. Yet oddly enough: when we were alone together, I remember she would speak very softly, and use fewer, if any words. Really, she more sort-of glanced at me a lot, in order to convey herself.
I’m not one for speaking much either (I prefer to write); but she had a beautiful speaking voice—something, maybe, between a Kathleen Turner, and a Mackenzie Phillips. It was a deep, strong, but still distinctly feminine voice. I liked to listen to her sing at mass, but she was very self-conscious (and would sing low) because of the women she lived with. Frankly: she had a sexier voice than any of them (but again, wasn’t overt in any respect about it either).
She liked to make waffles, and took a lot of pride in them, and in whatever she was up to cooking. Originally, my love came from Kentucky; and as you might expect of a southern female, was a superb cook. She made me ribs once, to absolutely die for.
I worked with her (that’s how we met), and I learned a lot from her. I think that’s very important in a relationship too—to be able to learn from someone, and share your talents with. Though I don’t honestly believe: that there was a darn thing ever that I knew, that I could have ever taught her; I still felt somehow that she appreciated my sensibilities too; and also the many dumb things that I made for her over the years.
She was a genius really, and was perfectly confident in herself, as far as academic and domestic things were concerned (like sewing for example—she made her own clothes too!). Yet somehow—and even despite how great she was—she lacked confidence in the sort of things that are maybe more artistically inclined. I truly feel however: that if she ever felt like sitting down and actually painting a portrait or landscape, she would have executed it far better than me (and supposedly, I was the artistic one); and yet, she never attempted to for some reason. It’s one of those things I had intentions of instigating in her, one day. She needed a shove, I thought.
She was a sports fan—liked football—and even though I’m not much of an athlete myself (nor do I follow much), I respected that about her immensely. It honestly made me want to learn how to play; I always figured that she liked the football player type (though she never said).
Physically speaking: she was tall (about 5’10”) and very broad-hipped. She was bosomy also, but narrow in the shoulders (which sloped nicely), and her hips were much bigger than average. Such that: even the most simple, no frills, mono-chromatic house dress, looked particularly lovely on her. She had a feminine neck; nice long arms, which were soft at the top; lovely hands; and a big toothy grin (which gave her trouble sometimes, but I still thought was so very cute).
She had beautiful, crooked, natural teeth. And when she smiled, she smiled big; just like a little kid. She was 55. And not gray, but silver-haired; and had beautiful brown eyes.
SHE NEVER WORE MAKE-UP, or painted her fingernails; and she (believe it or not) always wore a dress, when I knew her. Not an extravagant or revealing thing, mind you; but rather, something she literally made on her own (with a length, a little below the knee). Truly, she was one the only one of her kind.
Overall, I would say that she was pleasantly plump. AND, this is the ultimate: she had the absolute softest cheek I have ever kissed. From a little boy, I remember hearing about how women have softer skin than men; but I never understood what that meant exactly, until one day, I finally kissed her. No lie: she was like kissing a warm buttermilk pancake, lovingly crafted by GOD.
There will never be another like her. Her name was Jayne Goebel. And if she had finally agreed to marry me, before she died, I would have happily become Francis Goebel instead of she Jayne Ziegler. It’s the name I want for myself even now., because I know that I belonged to her.
Nerds, I suppose then, maybe just need to belong to a woman.
Loren Booda said:How about the Progressive Insurance girl?