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She saw him from across the room. Their eyes met. She made her way across the crowded dance floor to reach him. It was like a slow dance as she made her way to him. Finally, they stood inches apart and gazed into each other’s eyes.


She believed she had found her Mr. More Than Right. From that moment forth, she placed him on a pedestal and her perfect lover could do no wrong. She pined for him with an acute longing, and she obsessed about him day and night. One problem: He did not feel the same. Still, she believed and hoped that one day he would. She had fallen into a state of limerence. And she was hooked bad.


Limerence might sound like nothing more than an odd word, but it actually is a condition that some think should be classified as a mental disorder. The term, created in 1977 by psychologist Dorothy Tennov, refers to an overwhelming obsession with someone and an intense desire to have those feelings returned.


Limerence is more than just a crush because a person becomes obsessed with the object of his or her affection. They think about the “limerent object” day and night; in extreme cases, fantasies and plotting to win the love of the limerent object might become the entire focus of the person’s life. So, while you might have a crush on Ryan Gosling or the cute guy on your morning bus to work, you likely don’t spend every waking minute thinking about him or plotting ways to create a relationship, especially not to the detriment of your own health and well-being (or his health and well-being).


It isn’t always clear why limerence occurs, nor is it clear why it occurs when it does. For example, most people who experience limerence do so only once in their lives. They might even have a history of normal, stable, and healthy relationships, yet when it comes to this one individual — called the limerent object — very unhealthy and unstable feelings of obsession can occur. Researchers even liken limerent feelings to what addicts experience when craving their drug of choice, or to the same pull people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel when it comes to their rituals.


Feelings of limerence aren’t always easy to decipher early on. You might not even realize when you are veering into dangerous territory. After all, early feelings of love and attraction often mimic feelings of limerence. Some people even say that they can’t eat, can’t sleep, and can’t stop thinking about their new love. Even though such hyperbole is common in love songs, it is important to understand that this level of intensity is fleeting and, in reality, of course the person can and does eat, sleep, and think of other things.


Yet someone experiencing limerent feelings might not. As their obsession grows, it might morph into something out of control. It could even lead to stalking and unwanted contact with the limerant object. Imagine how scary that is for the individual in question. However, the person experiencing those limerent feelings might not realize that their advances are unwanted, and even if they do, they might continue on regardless.


Primarily, this is the main quality that separates limerence from an average crush. A person undergoing limerence wants to be with their “true love” at all costs and will do anything to make that happen, even if that person does not reciprocate the feelings. Even if a person in limerence is clear-headed enough to realize that, he or she still might feel a desperate desire to make those feelings reciprocated at any cost.


Clearly, limerence can be quite a dangerous condition indeed, and if you are experiencing symptoms such as those described above, you should cut off all contact with the person you are obsessing over right away. Spend some time getting your head together and detaching for your own mental health. If you are incapable of doing that, you should consider talking to a therapist who can help you safely move past those feelings and find someone who will return your love.

Remarkable Obituary

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend,
Mr. Common Sense. 
Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. 
No one knows for sure how old 
he was, since his birth records were long ago 
lost in bureaucratic red tape. 

He will be remembered as having cultivated 
such valued lessons as knowing 
when to come in out of the rain, 
why the early bird gets the worm and 
that life isn't always fair. 
Common Sense lived by simple, 
sound financial policies 
(don't spend more than you earn) 
and reliable Parenting strategies 
(adults, not kids, are in charge). 

His health began to rapidly deteriorate 
when well intentioned but 
overbearing regulations were set in place. 
Reports of a six-year-old 
boy charged with sexual harassment 
for kissing a classmate; 
teens suspended from school for using 
mouthwash after lunch; 
and a teacher fired for reprimanding an 
unruly student, 
only worsened his condition. 

Mr. Sense declined even further when 
schools were required to get parental consent 
to administer aspirin to a student; 
but, could not inform the parents when a student 
became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. 

Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live 
as the Ten Commandments became contraband; 
churches became businesses; 
and criminals received better treatment 
than their victims. 

Common Sense finally gave up the ghost 
after a woman failed to realize that a 
steaming cup of coffee was hot, 
she spilled a bit in her lap, 
and was awarded a huge financial settlement. 

Common Sense was preceded in death by 
his parents, Truth and Trust, 
his wife, Discretion; 
his daughter, Responsibility; 
and his son, Reason. 

He is survived by two stepbrothers; 
My Rights and Ima Whiner. 
Not many attended his funeral because 
so few realized he was gone. 

If you still remember him, pass this on; 
if not, join the majority and do nothing.

PRICELESS

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong. Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! ! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: 

Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries 

to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! 

Love, Jillian



He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. 

Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?" "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door. 

Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"

His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!" 



Broken Coffee Table $239.99 
Hot Breakfast $4.20 
Two Aspirins $.38 
Saying the right thing, at the right time . . PRICELESS

Stud Rooster

A farmer went out one day and bought a brand new stud rooster for his
chicken coop. The new rooster struts over to the old rooster and
says, 

'OK old fart, time for you to retire.' 
The old rooster replies, 'Come on, surely you cannot handle 
ALL of these chickens. 
Look what it has done to me. 
Can't you just let me have the two old hens over in the corner?' 
The young r ooster says, 
'Beat it: You are washed up 
And I am taking over.' 
The old rooster says, 
'I tell you what, young stud. 
I will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets the exclusive
domain over the entire chicken coop.' The young rooster laughs. 
'You know you don't stand a chance, old man. 
So, just to be fair, 
I will give you a head start..' 

The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young
rooster takes off running after him. They round the front porch of
the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap. 

He is only about 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining fast.. The
farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot on the front porch 
When he sees the roosters running by. 
The Old Rooster is squawking 
And running as hard as he can. 
The Farmer grabs his shotgun and
- BOOM - 
He blows the young rooster to bits. The farmer sadly shakes his head
and says, 
'Dammit.....
Third gay rooster I bought this month.' 

Moral of this Story? ... 

Don't mess with the OLD FARTS - 
Age, skill, wisdom, and a little treachery 
Always overcomes youth and arrogance!

First & Final Affair

65 miles per hour, is what the speedometer read.
A long desolute road is all that lie ahead,
Upon entering the town of Lytobed.
I halt to a stop, for the light had turned red.

A figure sitting along-side the road,
Caught all my attention as my eyes arose.
Our eyes met, their very first glance.
And I knew all he needed was to be given a chance.

Motioning him at once to get into my car.
As he sat down, I saw a falling star.
Immediately he told me of lost loves he knew.
I noticed at once he was out for something new.

Every bone in my body did a shivering dance.
He was a Frenchman, and his voice was that of romance.
He had an accent of love in the sound of his voice.
His masculine body was one of prime choice.

A fire inside me arose of “do I dare�
Feeling the electricity of his obvious stare.
My nipples erect and at full attention.
With every word that he did mention.

Across my thighs rushing thrills of desire.
His touch felt like the lust of a fire.
Turning off the road, feeling slighty as a whore.
He booked us a room in the Hotel Gimiemore.

At first nervous and week with want,
I almost said, “No I can’tâ€.
He undid the one tie that supported my gown.
Immediately falling straight to the ground.

Stretching out across the bed. He came down on top of me,
Exposing all of his masculinity.
Sucking and Moaning were the sounds one would hear.
Sounds of sighs from two with no fears.

An evening with intent to explore.
Is what kept us both wanting only more.
Rolling over our eyes met their second glance,
And two pools of deep blue put me into a trance.

I felt his long shaft gliding deep within.
My buttocks feeling pressure as my muscles pulled on him.
Slowly, gently he probed in and out.
When an excited fast thrust made me shout.

Harder and faster – not wanting to ever end.
We embrassed tightly together as we met our final
orgasm.
Awakening for our only and last kiss.
He walked out of the door into the early morning
mist.

Alone again and heading home.
I now knew that you are the one, 
I want to roam!

10/14/85
age 21

The worse thing about being left for another woman is the insecurity that comes with imaginary comparisons between the "other woman" and us: Is she younger? Prettier? Better? Taller? Fun?

NO!!!

The fact is that he has not left you for another woman. He left the relationship and found the other woman a great excuse to do so. The added bonus is that the "other woman" becomes the focus of blame instead of him. 

Remember this!!!

Most women go through a myriad of emotions and physical upheavals that are filled with self-doubt and erode their self esteem until there is nothing left. The job of rebuilding their lives and themselves comes with a huge emotional price tag but in the end, they do far better than they ever thought because they rediscover things about themselves that had been long forgotten.

Forgotten Qualities

I miss you? I miss me!

It is normal to mourn a relationship, but often, women miss themselves and the person they used to be. Those inner qualities are still there and, in time, they will resurface with renewed strength.

The other woman is not the enemy, she is just an ignorant oaf, an interloper or has been kept in the dark about you all along by someone who lacked the moral fiber you thought, or hoped, he had. The fact is that she will eventually undergo the same situation or will put him through the same situation you are undergoing now. 

The old saying "if they do it with you, they'll do it to you" holds true most of the time because someone who cheats and is rewarded for his/her efforts will continue to repeat the behavior. These men have never seen the relationship in terms of "us" but in terms of "me". Replacing one partner with another is not a source of emotional distress, but emotional rewards over conquests and self gratification.

Eventually most women realize that they had made an error in judgment and placed desirable attributes on someone who did not have them or pretended to have them. At that juncture most women give themselves a kick in the pants, make a mental note to never make that mistake again and, with a breath of relief, count their blessings that he is someone else's problem. 

Sometimes the "other woman" can be a blessing in disguise; it may just take us a while to see things in that light whenever we look in the rear view mirror.

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