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Name: T.
Location: Georgia, United States
Gender: Male
Interests: My beloved Jess. <3
Expertise: Being a hopeless romantic.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/21/2005
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| It's been a year and a half since my last post...and yes, coming back to this site stirs up many a fond memory in my soul...so fond in fact that I laughed hysterically for a good 15 seconds as I re-read some of the previous posts and comments.
For your information, it has pretty much ended betwixt Jess and myself. It wasn't exactly a mutual ending because we never really talked about it...we kinda just went our separate ways and haven't seen each other since. I can't say as I'm sad about this turn of events, even though I still don't have a girlfriend. Good thing I have my fraternity brothers, I don't know what I'd do without them. I'm basically married to greek life...and yes I do pay money for it, but we call them "dues" so it doesn't sound so "I-don't-have-any-friends-so-I'll-pay-$50-a-month-to-get-them-ish."
Anyway, that's all I got for now,
Tom
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| So I'm pretty much depressed beyond all reason...I haven't been on a
date in 6 monthes and since Jess has basically stopped talking to me,
I've been trying really hard to find anyone who will go out with
me. I mean, I like candle lit dinners and walks on the
beach...what more could a woman ask for?
T.
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| This is a message I received on a postcard a while back  :
My dearest sugar plum! Oh how I've missed you! I am sure you are about
to shrivel up and die without me by your side, but I'll only be gone a
few more days...in fact, by the time you get this message, I'll have
been back for several weeks! So dry your tears, snookems. Jessiepoo
will be home soon! Much love -
Your darling angel,
Jess
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| L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you can adore
 That one's for you Princess
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| Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.
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