Now that I am properly intoxicated, and it is sufficiently late on the eastern seaboard of these great United States...

Now that I am properly intoxicated, and it is sufficiently late on the eastern seaboard of these great United States, I must enquire - in a word, love. I beg any user to recount his experience with it, be it ending in folly of matrimony. In return for your minute services, I offer you this titular image.

*or matrimony

If you hadn't posted your question in a way that made you sound like a complete ass I might have answered.

Like I said, I'm pretty drunk fam. Trying to mix it up a little from the usual "lmao here's some tits for your effort"

I was once in love with a girl. She got married over the weekend.

Also checked.

Do tell

OP's post has a lyrical and poetic flow when it is read aloud ...

Who are you Fraiser?

Was in love once.
Never falling for that meme again

if you say so OP. but why are you talking about yourself in the third person?

Because I'm fairly drunk, as I have previously indicated, and it's a departure for the usual uncouth nature of Sup Forums. Here's another file from my private collection. I hope it pleases you as much as it please me.

fermin?

I am sorely reminded that each of the average age and the average IQ in a Sup Forums thread is always a two-digit value ...

My thanks

OP ... Are you an English major?

Who? The only results from google yield the name of a saint - which I assure you I am not, despite the intact and unfortunate nature of my virginity. I suppose that is why I posted my initial query. Sex is one matter, but love is entirely another.

No, but thank you for the praise. Yesterday I was equally intoxicated, and beat a laundry bin with a wooden baseball bat. Sanity is a transient thing.

I kinda liked it

I met a girl playing world of warcraft. We exchanged facebook and because I really liked her personality I was expecting a 5'4" 280 lbs yowza. Seeing her face for the first time I fell in love. She was 9/10 with a 100/10 body. Literally a porn star body. She was 5'6" 140 lbs and fit as a fiddle. She lived near Seattle, and I on the East Coast. So we were on skype 16 hours a day and slept when we could. We grew closer and were talking about moving in together, marriage, etc.

Then I found out she was cheating on me. My entire world melted, I contemplated suicide. I drank a 3L of Livingston Zinfindel daily. I hated existing. I tried picking up chicks at bars when I could, but was lonely as fuck and suicidal. I posted an ad on craiglist looking for a hookup.

I hooked up with a black chick on there, fine as hell, and smart too. After hooking up about 20 times we decided we should date. She got pregnant, and I was in no way ready to be responsible or an adult, but after a long talk on the phone with my mom decided to man up and raise the kid with her. After two years we got married. We had some rough spots here and there but after our 2nd kid and getting a dog together, I can honestly say that she makes me happier than any 10/10 perfect tits slutbag ever could. I don't have many regrets, but I regret trusting my heart to a hoe, far more than not wrapping my dick up. Love is weird and comes in many forms, embrace what works for you.

No it does not.

I would recommend that you continue with the lyrical posts and would suggest that you avoid beating appliances with wooden sticks ...

I love you Philip Morris.

As a fellow intoxicated individual, all be it from the midwest, I can confidently state this.

Love worked for me, I've been dating the same girl for 8 years since we first started in high school. It's all a personality game and learning to forgive and forget. Don't get me wrong, I've wanted to cheat and fuck around constantly. At the end of the day it's all about sacrificing and trust....also if I find out she ever cheated on me, I'd go straight Kim by Eminem on her.

I liked this story. Good for you man.

Every person I have ever been in love with has moved to England after it falls apart. Strange coincidence.

>meeting a WoW chick
>across the country
>cheating on a skype relationship
>drinking yourself to death on wine (lol)
>meeting your future wife on craigslist

There are so many things wrong with this...but at the end of the day, I'm happy it worked out for you user

love is negotiable. We gets said's not what's heard. Yeah, I'm in love with my coworker 10 years my junior and I have a woman in love with my 5 years my senior. I'm at a really fucked up headspace right now. Both of them offer very different things in life, and then there's the fact that I still haven't gotten my shit back from my ex who broke my heart last year.

So, I don't know exactly what to tell you about it. All I can tell you is that it fucks you up.

A sign of love is best reflected when someone ... anyone ... creates within you an urge to be a better person

It is often said that love is a form of insanity. I am glad you took to the time to respond, as and
did. I became briefly infatuated with a co-worker, though she is at least 4 years my junior, and just exiting high school. This may be because I have an extremely limited social pool, however. Any intimate human relationship is attractive to me at this juncture.

Wow you sound like such a faggot

I am indeed a faggot, or at the very least curious about relationships with the same sex. But, as any child knows, OP is always and eternally a faggot. Stating the obvious does little to forward the discuss which I had proposed in my initial post.

*discussion

yeah I spent sunday and monday with one and this just just passed weekend with the other. It's an easy way to get into a really fucked up headspace. I actually took today off from both of them to try and recouperate.

After what happened to me last year, it's been very hard to be able to trust someone again and begin rebuilding everything.

I'm pretty cynical about it all. So, yeah.

OP is most self-aware and quite observant. in addition, I cannot recall in this forum the proper use of the words "folly," "uncouth," and "transient" ...

My experience, as I had previously indicated, is limited. However, surely choosing one over the other is the proper way to proceed? Affairs of the heart are wholly a mystery to me, hence the thread.

I feel that is the magic of anonymity. One can expect everything and nothing simultaneously.

Okay ... OP is not an English major. Is OP a Philosophy major?

Ha! Philosophy is more of a latent interest, but I don't have a major at the moment. My career in academia has been shotgun at best, I am preparing to enter my fifth year at a third university. Besides, what kind of future could one hope for with a philosophy major, besides the instruction of philosophy?

I'm 27 and I've recently fallen in love for the first time. Shit hurts man.

Being with her is the greatest feeling. Being away from her depresses me to no end.

Honestly I'm just trying to ride the highs for as long as this may last, because I'm pretty certain she does not think about me in that way. I'll tell her how I feel before long, but I'm not looking forward to the rejection.

It's not so easy to just pick one. It's holistically a brain fuck. I'm gonna suggest you keep your innocence from a broken heart as long as you can, OP. It is a fucking trip, and not in a good way.

Dude, your syntax is very much like that of an early modernist or late victorian. It's a little unsettling to see on here.

But that raises the point I have been internally struggling with for some time - is it better to have loved and lost, or to have never loved at all? Relating to ice-cream - would you rather have at least a taste of vanilla, while watching countless others enjoy a veritable cornucopia of flavor, or have never had the most basic of flavors reach your lips? On the one hand, it is easy not to miss that which you have never had, but on the other, human imagination is so powerful that it tends to dwell on that which it wishes to - but has yet to - experience.

Well, as a parting note, OP has proven to be one of the more literate and insightful souls I have come across in this forum ...

anyone who tells you that it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved before is a fucking faggot who's never had their heartbroken.

Also: I'm lactose intolerant, you insensitive jerk.

Married a girl I love, OP, but to be honest I don't think love is really about the girls we fuck. It's the people we care about. And in that regard I don't think I really understood love until I became a dad. Love in a bf/gf or husband/wife relationship winds up being about expectations and mutual interest and shit. Love for your children is sacrificial and real.

You want to know about love? Marry a girl, have kids, and be a good dad.

I met a girl and we became friends. We had very different backgrounds so we saw each other as windows to new ways of experiencing the world. We fell in love. We made a lot of plans. We were really young. We went through trials and ended up okay. I met her family, they approved of me, then I left for school. I was afraid to progress in our relationship until I felt secure in my means-graduated, had a job, was fully independent from my family. This, plus being long-distance for so long and other things, finally took us down. The next several years were a sine wave: things would be bad, really bad, I would meet someone, we would be on good terms, I would move on and become happy... she would drift out of my life, I would think of her again, grow unhappy, things would get bad. She just got engaged. I hope it's what she wants and needs, she deserves the best.

I loved my ex girlfriend mor than anyone or anything in the world. When we broke up (by her initiative), my world fell to pieces. I genuinely wanted to die, but was too much of a pussy to do anything about it. I'm better now, but still not particularly great. It still hurts every day.

Fuck love, man.

Your situation is unfortunate, but my sibling has a romantic partner who had informed me earlier today that they have a medication for that particular condition?

I desire nothing more or less than what you describe. I feel as if I am, but half a man, waiting on the other half to materialize and fulfil him. Love and sexual relation are one and the same, and though I have had close friends who have experienced one apart from the other, separating the two is unimaginable to me. I suppose that is part of my difficulty.

That is an element of love, I suppose. Wanting the best for someone, even after they have romantically forsaken you.

Pain and love seem to be intertwined at an inseparable level. Perhaps you could further elaborate upon your tale, for the benefit not only of myself, but of everyone?

I had a girl leave me because I was too clingy, and one left me for another guy.
Love sucks OP, but it can be pretty good sometimes

>Wanting the best for someone,
>even after they have romantically forsaken you
It's a lot more complicated than that but I think you extracted a good lesson from my story

That seems to be the general consensus.

If there is more to tell, then I would point out that that was the impetus for the creation of this thread. Humans in general tend to learn their lessons best through the telling of stories, and I can think of no better way to do so than through the anonymity that is provided through this medium.

Please excuse me while I refresh my glass.

I've never tried the meds for lactose intolerance. Not sure how they work.

Here's a think that actually makes me feel super shitty about how I've treated women: I've been told "I love you" about twice as many times as I've said it back. It's not something easy to deal with. I had one girl say it to me and just looked her square in the eyes and said "no, you don't" and continued eating dinner. I had another tell me that she loved me and I skipped town to drink wine and read F. Scott Fitzgerald on the beach. I have a pretty sordid history that I hate drudging up, but whatever I can tell you, I'm glad to.

The whole idea about pain and love being inseperable isn't really accurate, though. To me, love shouldn't hurt. It should be scary, but not hurt you. When you fall in love, it will scare the living hell out of you.

I loved her more than anything in the world, man. I had so much to offer her, and she didn't really have a lot to offer me, but that was okay because we loved each other. But then something came up in her life that was beyond either of our control, and that neither of us were ready for. She grew distant, having to deal with s shitload of extra responsibility at work and at home. I panicked, and tried as hard as I could to save things, but I only made things worse by adding to her stress. She told me she didn't have time for a relationship, but then I found out a couple weeks later that she was already seeing someone else. I still sometimes wonder why I wasn't good enough.. why she couldn't have just put forward a little more effort. I know I'm not blameless here, but fuck, she made me feel worthless.

Same here man, she was the first girl I ever fell for so that probably doesn't help.
I still talk to her from time to time via facebook but for the most part were totally distant.
I think the biggest thing is to accept that they did you wrong and make them regret it with your accept. I've always told myself to turn my hatred for her into success for myself.
Seems kinda dark but it works for me.

>never once lived different religious backgrounds, never fully resolved
>
>the latter fueled my desire to be independent before committing
>the former made a lack of commitment unbearable
>
>both tend to complicate expressions of love, physical and otherwise
>
>throw in some mental illnesses and family drama

> all be it
Lol

The only female you can be certain loves you as much as you love her will be your daughter.

And you are doomed to lose her to another man.


Let that sink in...

Sorry to hear it, man. I hope that's working and you're doing better now.

We did each other wrong, but we were just teenagers. We thought we knew everything. I don't blame her for it, and I can't blame myself for it either. It just wasn't going to work, no matter how much either of us wanted it.

I probably have one of the worst stories in here.

Please post user.

We all probably say that, but it's the same story over and over again.

It's a long one... I'll try to sum it up the best I can.

the philisophical shit is great and all, but you've got some rad taste in porn; post more of these perfect, lovable looking girls pls

Thank you for your insight. The last section of your post was particularly intriguing. I am simply hypothesizing, because I have no real experience. When you say it is "scary", how do you mean? Is it only scary for one to fall in love with another, or for both to be intertwined in the same madness? Perhaps both, albeit in different ways?

The elimination of physical location as a factor for meeting a potential romantic partner has its ups and downs, from my understanding. Thank you for your insight.

I am quickly becoming too intoxicated to read - let alone respond - to all of your thoughtful posts.

I would like to say, however, that this site has always been one of the most honest representations of humanity I have ever come across. It is my pleasure to have been here for the last seven (has it really been so long?) years. I love you all, not as deeply and as truly as you would hope from a physical connection, but it is love all the same. This is one of the last bastions of unadulterated masculine thought, and much more importantly, lamentation. May it never change or die.

I met this girl at one of my friend's wedding, she actually came as a date with another friend of mine. I didn't even notice her, let alone remember her when she tracked me down on facebook. She had 2 kids already whose father wasn't there. She wore me down, left her boyfriend for me, and guilt tripped me into being with her. I gradually fell in love anyway. A couple months in, before really even knowing her, I knocked her up...

A parting gift for a fellow connoisseur. My apologies for not including an image with each post.

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I find out later she's still madly in love with a high school crush. Her dead brother's best friend. After my son is born, she leaves for North Carolina for 2 weeks, his house. I watched her kids and mine while she was gone. She comes back to me and because I wanted to keep my family together I put up with it. There were other occasions with cheating afterwards as well.

Anyway, fast forward a couple miserable years later, and we're doing terrible. I hate her. I get a 2nd job to be away from her. Eventually snap and say fuck it and leave her. Kicked her out of my house. Couldn't afford rent by myself so I moved two friends since childhood in to help with bills.

Find out she's pregnant with my second son. Months go by she's still living at her parents, and I have my room mates... One day a room mate moved out unexpectedly without paying his rent that he was behind in or without warning. Find out he's been sleeping with my 7 month pregnant ex fiance while living with me.

They get together, and I go into a huge depression... make unreasonable threats, gets CYS involved... I got evicted, lost my job, lost my family, lost my best friend along with almost that entire group of friends.... I lost everything.

I wasn't allowed at the birth of my son... HE cut the umbilical cord, and ever since has been pretending it's his... as well as my ex. Since then I've gotten my life back together, CYS is gone and I'm about to have majority custody of my first born son... still have no idea what to do about the 2nd. Such an awkward situation.

my feels, user... ,y fels

philosophy majors have a place in the ethics area in large corporations

thanks bro; least i can do is give back to the community
i've got similar shit to say about love but i've had enough depression for one night and just wanna stare at some nice-looking faces for once

To be sure, as any person would, I stayed slightly beyond the point which I said I would. Your situation is extremely unfortunate, I can't even begin to imagine.
However, if the custody of either of your sons is truly meaningful to you, purse it at all costs. Deciding what has meaning, and what does not, should be the foundation for a healthy life.

The again, each and every single one of my posts could be easily discarded as the ravings of a drunk mad man. Which, truth be told, they are. Good night, fair Sup Forums. Good night.

Damn my lethargy. I have saved your image. Thank you for you contribution, and my hope is that this thread will last into the wee hours of the morning, as a beacon for those anonymous folks who are over burdened.

I think this bread is circling the drain

It gets easier. I'm just glad I didn't do anything too irrational when I found out. I'm not dead or in jail. I didn't go through all of that bullshit to give up now. I feel like I've been through hell... not much can keep me down.

I killed it.

i'll dig into my european beauty standards library and see what i have to contribute. i'm taking some SSRIs that make fapping difficult, so i'm in no rush for new content; just here to look and fantasize like everyone wants to but few admit to themselves

This being the case, and having completed my pre-repose visit to the restroom, I shall leave it to conclude.

live long a prosper, you granf motherfucker

feel better; as much as we all love these images, if you ever find the right person they're gonna look just as good to you eventually
brain chemicals are awesome and render conventional attraction unneccesary

cable porn?

Love is strange man, you never know what's going to happen. Thanks for sharing this, good luck to the both of you.

i woke up hungover today and decided to use the glitch editing apps i downloaded to do some art stuff without actually having to leave bed
i'd post some others but they all ended up being pictures of my ex that i still talk to and i don't really trust the lurkers in here that much

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