Why do we send mixed messages? Why do people play games? Why do women obsess? Why are men from Mars and women from Venus?
If someone was a player, why would they spend 5 hours getting to know me on MSN? That seems like a lot of work to get into someone's pants. 12:16 AM
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Nothing like a little alcohol to bring out the flirtation goddess from within. Laughter and smiles come more easily, touching feels natural. Any shyness just fades away. 5:09 PM
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
It was the eyes that got me in the end. From far away he was nothing extraordinary - just another person, no blips on my radar. Even up closer, it was the same.
But the minute he focused his eyes on me... I would stop breathing. All I could see were the brown of his eyes and the intensity of his stare.
Suddenly he was someone special. Slowly and surely with every glance my way, with every gaze... I was won over. To the point where I could think of nothing else, where I would want nothing else.