its to hard to keep pretending. its too hard to ignore.
The Masseur
Innocent Deliberate Giving Sensual (CDGS)
You're the Masseur. You treat women with a high degree of respect and they appreciate that. However, it's not always clear what your motives are. Often your purpose is inscrutable even to yourself. You may have coffee with a girl, take her out to dinner, even give her a massage without explicitly coming on to her. All the while, you're likely to be anticipating a sexual encounter.
This behavior isn't intended to deceive, rather you just prefer to leave things open-ended. You don't have an uptight view of relationships and you can appreciate it when things stay platonic or when they turn carnal.
I've always wondered how authentic some self-proclaimed 'know-yourself' quizzes are. You wonder if its really possible for so many people to be like... so similar. share such simmilar traits.
sometimes, i suspect with the amount of information that's loaded onto the eventual "analysis", there's bound to be 1 or 2 points correct. And maybe what's next is that human nature just leads you to try and 'connect' with what they say. So basically, you ignore the untrue parts, and you believe the parts which are compatible with what you know of yourself.
so i took this quiz and well, just wondered at how authenticate it was. I looked back a little.
and well... I guess sans to 2 out of the 5 girls that i've... i guess the term is "felt something for", the quiz is pretty accurate I guess. Actually its accurate for 4 of them, just that well, i just made it looked really wierd, that the last one felt otherwise. oh well.
anyways, its another weekend flown by. all i can remember is getting myself really really high on sat night on like.. 2 cans of beer at 1 go.
today morning was spent...in the words of my friend "paying money to make people look good". I don't think I'll mention the names of my teammates cause we were really... atrocious. its like we all turned into primary school kids who couldnt control theball, pass the ball, or shoot it.
actually, its directed more at myself. I'll admit that I've always felt a certain sense of pride in my soccer skills. Granted they weren't the best, but they weren't exactly bad. Like in a street soccer game, you'd struggle to score,well at least for most teams. But after that horrific wart and this knee shit culminating in 2 exercise-less months. I kinda lost everything. 3 rounds into will run i was thinking of giving up (although I completed 15 in the end. hehz) Now, I can't do all the usual stuff I was doing. the dragging of the ball, the shooting, the turn of direction, the cutting, the.. its depresing.
seriously today was so bad, even shawn was like "wtf, its like we're getting the basics all wrong".
its been a really crappy weekend to be honest. paying $4 to cab down to see my ex-principal sing. Getting delayed like FUCK just before book out.
probably the only good thing about this weekend was getting to take photos with the old gang and MY NUMBER 1! (yea i know youwon't see this, but maybe someone will tell you and yea. you can msg me and complain LMAO)
i know i havent talked to you in some time. Its been childish but yea. Well, I dunno. really. Maybe I'm not prepared yet. yea i don't think so.
bahh.. combat phase is starting next week. more crawling around with 50 million insects around you.
did i mention? my mum's getting face book. WTF X2