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To be honest, it was pretty slow at first. In fact, my husband wouldn’t touch me it seems until I was passed the breastfeeding stage and then…well, let’s just say baby number 2 wasn’t that far behind. Usually, having children can pretty much put a damper on your love life. That is, if you let it. Oddly enough, my husband and I began treating the situation like it was a challenge. Let’s see how quickly we can do this before the kids wake up, type of thing. Before long, our love life was amped up, even stronger than it had been before the kids. Maybe it was the thrill of a quick session, or the feeling of hurry up before we’re caught, or hurry up before the screaming commences. Whatever it was, our love life certainly isn’t dull anymore. Not to mention, we began to carve out time for each other. We put the kids on a bedtime schedule. This routine allowed us the opportunity to sit down and talk about our day. We were able to put on Netflix, or catch up on a show we DVR’d beforehand. We always ended up pausing the show just to sit and chat and laugh and snuggle together. The earliest months were the worst because we were both sleep deprived and we both still worked. Sometimes, the baby joined us during these late night sessions where I’d get them all cleaned up, nurse them, then get them back to bed. But getting the babies on a set naptime and bedtime schedule really saved out love life. I don’t think I’m “bad at love life” but it’s very difficult to find someone that really connects with me on a deep level both intellectually and emotionally then be sufficiently committed to endure life’s vicissitudes to build what I consider to be love. In my experience, I’ve met lots and lots of smart people but I also kind of need someone who has an interest and accumulated knowledge in a wide range of subjects so that the person can tie seemingly disparate details into the origin/cause of a phenomenon. Usually, this person will have a math background AND an in-depth interest in humanities. I’ve found that people with only a humanities background tend to be limited in their knowledge to only their niche. Really hard to find the combo. But then, a person like this generally tends to be emotionally muted, a bit like I am. That is not good dynamics. Add unsurpassed loyalty on top of all this. It’s like a needle in a haystack. On a more superficial level, I prefer men (and women) to be conservative in their appearance. That doesn’t really jibe with today’s tattoo-bearing, man-bun-wearing, beard-sporting, tight-jeans-donning male culture. I’m actually married (though separated) and have dated a lot. But I’ve really found it difficult to make a deep emotional connection with someone my entire life. 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My first true experience with love in any form was channeled through this one kid in a way not romantic, but in some gray zone. Upon meeting him, we had the (mutually agreed upon) worst conversation of all time involving many cringey jokes. But I felt a vague sense that we’d be connected for an eternity, that this person was somehow meant to be here, with me, right now, and for a long time. Not love, but some peculiar intuition. And over the next months, this sense would downright snowball into something much more, overwhelming and ethereal and painful and eternal, yet ever-changing. I loved him in a dozen different lights. He’s no greek god. If he were a stranger and a friend sent me a picture of him, I’d probably scroll past, to be frank. He’s not tall, he’s not muscular, nearly no one swoons over him when he enters a room. He’s short, with twine arms and horrendous posture. He’s not necessarily a “sharp” dresser either, sporting dilapidated tennis shoes and the odd combination of formal pants and the same two sweatshirts every day. And yet, I was enamored by his physical self in a muted way, the kind of love expressed when a preschooler timidly pecks a playmate on the cheek on the playground before scuttling away. I loved his devious, plotting smirk, the way rose nearly perpetually illuminated his cheeks, the way skin folded around his eyes and dimpled at the corners of his mouth when he’d smile, the way his eyes seemed to peer through me whenever we made eye contact. I loved observing the little parts of his physical self like a fascinated biologist, not the places people are usually drawn to like jaw lines or collarbones or biceps, but his neck, his fingertips, his nose, the way it reminded me he existed. I loved grazing against his shoulder or him getting pushed into me or the rare times I’d feel his hand against mine. 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Maybe it was the thrill of a quick session, or the feeling of hurry up before we’re caught, or hurry up before the screaming commences. Whatever it was, our love life certainly isn’t dull anymore. Not to mention, we began to carve out time for each other. We put the kids on a bedtime schedule. This routine allowed us the opportunity to sit down and talk about our day. We were able to put on Netflix, or catch up on a show we DVR’d beforehand. We always ended up pausing the show just to sit and chat and laugh and snuggle together. The earliest months were the worst because we were both sleep deprived and we both still worked. Sometimes, the baby joined us during these late night sessions where I’d get them all cleaned up, nurse them, then get them back to bed. But getting the babies on a set naptime and bedtime schedule really saved out love life. I don’t think I’m “bad at love life” but it’s very difficult to find someone that really connects with me on a deep level both intellectually and emotionally then be sufficiently committed to endure life’s vicissitudes to build what I consider to be love. In my experience, I’ve met lots and lots of smart people but I also kind of need someone who has an interest and accumulated knowledge in a wide range of subjects so that the person can tie seemingly disparate details into the origin/cause of a phenomenon. Usually, this person will have a math background AND an in-depth interest in humanities. I’ve found that people with only a humanities background tend to be limited in their knowledge to only their niche. Really hard to find the combo. But then, a person like this generally tends to be emotionally muted, a bit like I am. That is not good dynamics. Add unsurpassed loyalty on top of all this. It’s like a needle in a haystack. On a more superficial level, I prefer men (and women) to be conservative in their appearance. That doesn’t really jibe with today’s tattoo-bearing, man-bun-wearing, beard-sporting, tight-jeans-donning male culture. I’m actually married (though separated) and have dated a lot. But I’ve really found it difficult to make a deep emotional connection with someone my entire life. 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My first true experience with love in any form was channeled through this one kid in a way not romantic, but in some gray zone. Upon meeting him, we had the (mutually agreed upon) worst conversation of all time involving many cringey jokes. But I felt a vague sense that we’d be connected for an eternity, that this person was somehow meant to be here, with me, right now, and for a long time. Not love, but some peculiar intuition. And over the next months, this sense would downright snowball into something much more, overwhelming and ethereal and painful and eternal, yet ever-changing. I loved him in a dozen different lights. He’s no greek god. If he were a stranger and a friend sent me a picture of him, I’d probably scroll past, to be frank. He’s not tall, he’s not muscular, nearly no one swoons over him when he enters a room. He’s short, with twine arms and horrendous posture. He’s not necessarily a “sharp” dresser either, sporting dilapidated tennis shoes and the odd combination of formal pants and the same two sweatshirts every day. And yet, I was enamored by his physical self in a muted way, the kind of love expressed when a preschooler timidly pecks a playmate on the cheek on the playground before scuttling away. I loved his devious, plotting smirk, the way rose nearly perpetually illuminated his cheeks, the way skin folded around his eyes and dimpled at the corners of his mouth when he’d smile, the way his eyes seemed to peer through me whenever we made eye contact. I loved observing the little parts of his physical self like a fascinated biologist, not the places people are usually drawn to like jaw lines or collarbones or biceps, but his neck, his fingertips, his nose, the way it reminded me he existed. I loved grazing against his shoulder or him getting pushed into me or the rare times I’d feel his hand against mine. I loved chasing him, fighting him, teasing him, arguing with him and screeching over pointless little things. And I loved when he’d do the same and express the same sort of awkward hesitance I would. T-ShirtAT Store – T-shirt Fashion | Awesome T-shirt store in the US
To be honest, it was pretty slow at first. In fact, my husband wouldn’t touch me it seems until I was passed the breastfeeding stage and then…well, let’s just say baby number 2 wasn’t that far behind. Usually, having children can pretty much put a damper on your love life. That is, if you let it. Oddly enough, my husband and I began treating the situation like it was a challenge. Let’s see how quickly we can do this before the kids wake up, type of thing. Before long, our love life was amped up, even stronger than it had been before the kids. Maybe it was the thrill of a quick session, or the feeling of hurry up before we’re caught, or hurry up before the screaming commences. Whatever it was, our love life certainly isn’t dull anymore. Not to mention, we began to carve out time for each other. We put the kids on a bedtime schedule. This routine allowed us the opportunity to sit down and talk about our day. We were able to put on Netflix, or catch up on a show we DVR’d beforehand. We always ended up pausing the show just to sit and chat and laugh and snuggle together. The earliest months were the worst because we were both sleep deprived and we both still worked. Sometimes, the baby joined us during these late night sessions where I’d get them all cleaned up, nurse them, then get them back to bed. But getting the babies on a set naptime and bedtime schedule really saved out love life. I don’t think I’m “bad at love life” but it’s very difficult to find someone that really connects with me on a deep level both intellectually and emotionally then be sufficiently committed to endure life’s vicissitudes to build what I consider to be love. In my experience, I’ve met lots and lots of smart people but I also kind of need someone who has an interest and accumulated knowledge in a wide range of subjects so that the person can tie seemingly disparate details into the origin/cause of a phenomenon. Usually, this person will have a math background AND an in-depth interest in humanities. I’ve found that people with only a humanities background tend to be limited in their knowledge to only their niche. Really hard to find the combo. But then, a person like this generally tends to be emotionally muted, a bit like I am. That is not good dynamics. Add unsurpassed loyalty on top of all this. It’s like a needle in a haystack. On a more superficial level, I prefer men (and women) to be conservative in their appearance. That doesn’t really jibe with today’s tattoo-bearing, man-bun-wearing, beard-sporting, tight-jeans-donning male culture. I’m actually married (though separated) and have dated a lot. But I’ve really found it difficult to make a deep emotional connection with someone my entire life. 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She hangs out with people that I find annoying and I’m not friends with them so I can’t just randomly hang out with them so that I can hang out with her. Also there are these 2 guys that sit at the table where I sit and because of a previous incident, they know that I like that girl so whenever she walks past they will scream my name like retards and say stuff like “50 billion euros”. So if I tried to hang out with the girl I can’t think of what they’d do if they saw. Because of this I have resorted to texting her on Instagram direct. I think she might like me because I sometimes catch her looking at me and when I told her that she looked charming she said “thank you so much”. Although when I’m messaging her it feels like a one sided conversation, she will only say something if I say something first, she won’t ask something about me. So do you think she likes me? What should I do for now? What can I do to get her to be more talkative to me? My first true experience with love in any form was channeled through this one kid in a way not romantic, but in some gray zone. Upon meeting him, we had the (mutually agreed upon) worst conversation of all time involving many cringey jokes. But I felt a vague sense that we’d be connected for an eternity, that this person was somehow meant to be here, with me, right now, and for a long time. Not love, but some peculiar intuition. And over the next months, this sense would downright snowball into something much more, overwhelming and ethereal and painful and eternal, yet ever-changing. I loved him in a dozen different lights. He’s no greek god. If he were a stranger and a friend sent me a picture of him, I’d probably scroll past, to be frank. He’s not tall, he’s not muscular, nearly no one swoons over him when he enters a room. He’s short, with twine arms and horrendous posture. He’s not necessarily a “sharp” dresser either, sporting dilapidated tennis shoes and the odd combination of formal pants and the same two sweatshirts every day. And yet, I was enamored by his physical self in a muted way, the kind of love expressed when a preschooler timidly pecks a playmate on the cheek on the playground before scuttling away. I loved his devious, plotting smirk, the way rose nearly perpetually illuminated his cheeks, the way skin folded around his eyes and dimpled at the corners of his mouth when he’d smile, the way his eyes seemed to peer through me whenever we made eye contact. I loved observing the little parts of his physical self like a fascinated biologist, not the places people are usually drawn to like jaw lines or collarbones or biceps, but his neck, his fingertips, his nose, the way it reminded me he existed. I loved grazing against his shoulder or him getting pushed into me or the rare times I’d feel his hand against mine. I loved chasing him, fighting him, teasing him, arguing with him and screeching over pointless little things. And I loved when he’d do the same and express the same sort of awkward hesitance I would. T-ShirtAT Store – T-shirt Fashion | Awesome T-shirt store in the US It's That Place Where You Lose Yourself And Find Yourself Hiking Vintage T Shirt To be honest, it was pretty slow at first. In fact, my husband wouldn’t touch me it seems until I was passed the breastfeeding stage and then…well, let’s just say baby number 2 wasn’t that far behind. Usually, having children can pretty much put a damper on your love life. That is, if you let it. Oddly enough, my husband and I began treating the situation like it was a challenge. Let’s see how quickly we can do this before the kids wake up, type of thing. Before long, our love life was amped up, even stronger than it had been before the kids. Maybe it was the thrill of a quick session, or the feeling of hurry up before we’re caught, or hurry up before the screaming commences. Whatever it was, our love life certainly isn’t dull anymore. Not to mention, we began to carve out time for each other. We put the kids on a bedtime schedule. This routine allowed us the opportunity to sit down and talk about our day. We were able to put on Netflix, or catch up on a show we DVR’d beforehand. We always ended up pausing the show just to sit and chat and laugh and snuggle together. The earliest months were the worst because we were both sleep deprived and we both still worked. Sometimes, the baby joined us during these late night sessions where I’d get them all cleaned up, nurse them, then get them back to bed. But getting the babies on a set naptime and bedtime schedule really saved out love life. I don’t think I’m “bad at love life” but it’s very difficult to find someone that really connects with me on a deep level both intellectually and emotionally then be sufficiently committed to endure life’s vicissitudes to build what I consider to be love. In my experience, I’ve met lots and lots of smart people but I also kind of need someone who has an interest and accumulated knowledge in a wide range of subjects so that the person can tie seemingly disparate details into the origin/cause of a phenomenon. Usually, this person will have a math background AND an in-depth interest in humanities. I’ve found that people with only a humanities background tend to be limited in their knowledge to only their niche. Really hard to find the combo. But then, a person like this generally tends to be emotionally muted, a bit like I am. That is not good dynamics. Add unsurpassed loyalty on top of all this. It’s like a needle in a haystack. On a more superficial level, I prefer men (and women) to be conservative in their appearance. That doesn’t really jibe with today’s tattoo-bearing, man-bun-wearing, beard-sporting, tight-jeans-donning male culture. I’m actually married (though separated) and have dated a lot. But I’ve really found it difficult to make a deep emotional connection with someone my entire life. 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She hangs out with people that I find annoying and I’m not friends with them so I can’t just randomly hang out with them so that I can hang out with her. Also there are these 2 guys that sit at the table where I sit and because of a previous incident, they know that I like that girl so whenever she walks past they will scream my name like retards and say stuff like “50 billion euros”. So if I tried to hang out with the girl I can’t think of what they’d do if they saw. Because of this I have resorted to texting her on Instagram direct. I think she might like me because I sometimes catch her looking at me and when I told her that she looked charming she said “thank you so much”. Although when I’m messaging her it feels like a one sided conversation, she will only say something if I say something first, she won’t ask something about me. So do you think she likes me? What should I do for now? What can I do to get her to be more talkative to me? My first true experience with love in any form was channeled through this one kid in a way not romantic, but in some gray zone. Upon meeting him, we had the (mutually agreed upon) worst conversation of all time involving many cringey jokes. But I felt a vague sense that we’d be connected for an eternity, that this person was somehow meant to be here, with me, right now, and for a long time. Not love, but some peculiar intuition. And over the next months, this sense would downright snowball into something much more, overwhelming and ethereal and painful and eternal, yet ever-changing. I loved him in a dozen different lights. He’s no greek god. If he were a stranger and a friend sent me a picture of him, I’d probably scroll past, to be frank. He’s not tall, he’s not muscular, nearly no one swoons over him when he enters a room. He’s short, with twine arms and horrendous posture. He’s not necessarily a “sharp” dresser either, sporting dilapidated tennis shoes and the odd combination of formal pants and the same two sweatshirts every day. And yet, I was enamored by his physical self in a muted way, the kind of love expressed when a preschooler timidly pecks a playmate on the cheek on the playground before scuttling away. I loved his devious, plotting smirk, the way rose nearly perpetually illuminated his cheeks, the way skin folded around his eyes and dimpled at the corners of his mouth when he’d smile, the way his eyes seemed to peer through me whenever we made eye contact. I loved observing the little parts of his physical self like a fascinated biologist, not the places people are usually drawn to like jaw lines or collarbones or biceps, but his neck, his fingertips, his nose, the way it reminded me he existed. I loved grazing against his shoulder or him getting pushed into me or the rare times I’d feel his hand against mine. I loved chasing him, fighting him, teasing him, arguing with him and screeching over pointless little things. And I loved when he’d do the same and express the same sort of awkward hesitance I would. T-ShirtAT Store – T-shirt Fashion | Awesome T-shirt store in the US
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