Anonymous wrote:Putting it all out there. Quite certain you'll do nothing with it as you've been doing all this time. Somehow you have made me the witch in all this. It's completely unfair, but still I'm willing even though I'm certain to regret it. If it works great! If not it can't hurt worse than it already does, and at least I'll know.

He's staying with his wife, huh?

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Anonymous wrote:Toe shoe guy- I lust after you when I see you at my kid's pick up... your thinly built T-Rex upper body with strangely powerful thighs (running? biking?- I've never seen you move fast and hope those toe shoes aren't all for show...) are an odd combo but interesting combined with the patagonia/columbia gear and thinning hairline.

Does he have really short arms?

LOL...i was thinking the same thing.

You guys are some seriously terrible writers, LOL

Anonymous wrote:Toe shoe guy- I lust after you when I see you at my kid's pick up... your thinly built T-Rex upper body with strangely powerful thighs (running? biking?- I've never seen you move fast and hope those toe shoes aren't all for show...) are an odd combo but interesting combined with the patagonia/columbia gear and thinning hairline.

Does he have really short arms?

Every month or so I sit in a meeting with you and I find it difficult to concentrate on anything but what I'd like to be doing with you, to you and under you. It's crazy because I'm mostly happily married and I would never have an affair.

I feel like I'm the only person in the world not allowed to be happy.

From the first day we met, you turned your lovely affection toward me - your target, your mission. Soooo attractive, and so many things in common...if only we weren't both married, right? Over time, through the pain that you caused, your beautiful mask slipped, until I could see the wounded, anxiety-riddled Narcissist lurking beneath that beautiful facade. Now I see everything. The fake you. The real you. The fixer in me wants to help you, to repair the cracks in your ever-emptying vessel. But I've learned enough to know it can't be fixed. So beautiful since you were just a little girl. The root of our problem. Still, I wish...

From the moment I first saw you I was drawn to you. I have no idea why because you are everything I said I never wanted wrapped in a tiny package as if to say" here's someone to confuse the hell out of you" because I'm also attracted to you in a way I don't understand. Never felt this way about anyone. It scares me.It also frustrates me because your basically an add who has caused me nothing but pain. Still I have a feeling we're meant to be in each other's lives. For what purpose I don't yet know.

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Ok, I’ll play.

There is a distinct possibility that she pretends to not see him looking her way. In her peripheral vision, her eyes dart to him and she’s watching his every move, listening to his every word. He guides the conversation because she is too nervous, and her mind goes blank. She probably hasn’t felt butterflies like this ever before and it scares her. When he speaks he has a calming effect that makes any rainy day seem like the sunniest day.

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My confession is this. I wish my crush felt about me the way pp feels about the woman he describes because the second op describes how I feel about him. Sigh.

Thanks for these. I think about her all the time, and wonder if she might feel the same way. Every so often our eyes linger ... I live for those moments.

And no, I would never actually say these things to her. But I do hope that somehow she can feel it.

Where do you see her? And why wouldn't you say anything to her?

Our kids do the same sport. I would never say anything because I'm afraid it would scare her and ruin things. If there were a signal on her part, though, something fairly obvious (yes, I'm a man) that let me know she's interested, then maybe. Our paths will be diverging soon, though, so I may need to find a way, or else regret it for the rest of my life.

Well then you must carpe the effing diem and speak to her. Don't be the effing bastard that states and talks to everyone but the girl. Next time you see her speak!

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Ok, I’ll play.

There is a distinct possibility that she pretends to not see him looking her way. In her peripheral vision, her eyes dart to him and she’s watching his every move, listening to his every word. He guides the conversation because she is too nervous, and her mind goes blank. She probably hasn’t felt butterflies like this ever before and it scares her. When he speaks he has a calming effect that makes any rainy day seem like the sunniest day.

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My confession is this. I wish my crush felt about me the way pp feels about the woman he describes because the second op describes how I feel about him. Sigh.

Thanks for these. I think about her all the time, and wonder if she might feel the same way. Every so often our eyes linger ... I live for those moments.

And no, I would never actually say these things to her. But I do hope that somehow she can feel it.

Where do you see her? And why wouldn't you say anything to her?

Our kids do the same sport. I would never say anything because I'm afraid it would scare her and ruin things. If there were a signal on her part, though, something fairly obvious (yes, I'm a man) that let me know she's interested, then maybe. Our paths will be diverging soon, though, so I may need to find a way, or else regret it for the rest of my life.

Anonymous wrote:Toe shoe guy- I lust after you when I see you at my kid's pick up... your thinly built T-Rex upper body with strangely powerful thighs (running? biking?- I've never seen you move fast and hope those toe shoes aren't all for show...) are an odd combo but interesting combined with the patagonia/columbia gear and thinning hairline.

DC sexy I suppose.

Toe shoe guy- I lust after you when I see you at my kid's pick up... your thinly built T-Rex upper body with strangely powerful thighs (running? biking?- I've never seen you move fast and hope those toe shoes aren't all for show...) are an odd combo but interesting combined with the patagonia/columbia gear and thinning hairline.

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Ok, I’ll play.

There is a distinct possibility that she pretends to not see him looking her way. In her peripheral vision, her eyes dart to him and she’s watching his every move, listening to his every word. He guides the conversation because she is too nervous, and her mind goes blank. She probably hasn’t felt butterflies like this ever before and it scares her. When he speaks he has a calming effect that makes any rainy day seem like the sunniest day.

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My confession is this. I wish my crush felt about me the way pp feels about the woman he describes because the second op describes how I feel about him. Sigh.

Thanks for these. I think about her all the time, and wonder if she might feel the same way. Every so often our eyes linger ... I live for those moments.

And no, I would never actually say these things to her. But I do hope that somehow she can feel it.

Where do you see her? And why wouldn't you say anything to her?

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Ok, I’ll play.

There is a distinct possibility that she pretends to not see him looking her way. In her peripheral vision, her eyes dart to him and she’s watching his every move, listening to his every word. He guides the conversation because she is too nervous, and her mind goes blank. She probably hasn’t felt butterflies like this ever before and it scares her. When he speaks he has a calming effect that makes any rainy day seem like the sunniest day.

..

My confession is this. I wish my crush felt about me the way pp feels about the woman he describes because the second op describes how I feel about him. Sigh.

Thanks for these. I think about her all the time, and wonder if she might feel the same way. Every so often our eyes linger ... I live for those moments.

And no, I would never actually say these things to her. But I do hope that somehow she can feel it.

Anonymous wrote:I would normally never be attracted to your bad boy look. Deep down I know there is a kind gentle guy, I can tell by that half smile and twinkle in your sea blue eyes. I get butterflies in my stomach when I run into you at your sisters house. Our eyes lock, but I know it will never be.

I broke a thousand hearts before I met you. I’ll break a thousand more, baby, before I am through. I wanna be yours pretty baby! Yours and yours alone.