Running into each other at the mall is not stalking. Him adding you on Facebook is not stalking. My personal favorite: Him calling or texting you after you gave him your number is not stalking. Stalking is a serious criminal offense and a term that shouldn’t be thrown around loosely.
A true best friend is not just the person you can tell anything to. They’re not just the person you can be a complete goofball with. They’re not just the person who “just gets you” on multiple levels.
We’re genetically biased to justify things in our head. Our minds want to believe that there’s always a reason it was someone else’s fault something went wrong, when in reality we’ve probably screwed up more than one situation and we just don’t – or refuse to – see it.
Regardless of my long-term desires, I also know that it most likely isn’t going to fall into my lap or happen tomorrow, so, I date.
Friendship has a life of its own. The best example I can use is that friendship is like a plant, in that it needs to be cared for regularly, with the right amount of attention. Long lapses of neglect will only result in the death of its existence. Too much attention and you will ruin it.
You can break a bone, then work to rehabilitate it. Even if you’re somewhat careless in the process, you’ll more than likely make a full recovery anyway.
The overall message in Jones’ song is that the ladies in his life were never really gave him the time of day until he started to make it big.
Regardless of which role you’re in — the prisoner or the warden — it sucks.
The problem with dating in the world of hook-up culture is that nobody wants to be exclusive anymore. Nobody wants to commit to anything, really. People are always weighing their options to see if there’s something better out there.
I placed my index finger under her chin and lifted her lips towards mine. She started moving closer.