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oh shit....
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Guys, I have fifteen problems.
I pity Berke, becuase he seems to be so caught up in speeling reality out for the rest of us that he seems incapable of fantasy. Ergo, I would guess that sexual relations for him would boil down to scientific fact, meat and heat, and little else.
Personally...she IS my girlfriend until the hour or two expire. She IS my novia, because I enjoy the fantasy of romantic e-mail exchanges, Spanish practice over the phone, having someone upon whom to lavish a little tenderness and affection.
When I go to a movie, I don't sit and figure out each special effect or criticize the acting. No, rather I suspend disbelief during the 97 minutes and just roll with it. I know that the roller coaster is safe, but I abandon myself briefly to the momentary thrill and terror of the first drop. Does that make me an idiot?
I have no probem with the substance of Berke's post, but I wonder (as Travelman seems to do) why some CRT guys feel so compelled to preach the Gospel of cynicism here.
Berke and anyone else who would point a finger and cry "Fool!" ---
It's my money. If you don't respect that, you may have a problem.
I call my temporary lovers novias, amantes, amigovias, pussie-puppets and/or whores. That's my right. If you don't understand that, you definitely have a problem.
I like to be optimistic and look at the Gulch through vaguely rose-colored glasses. If you cannot, it's not my problem.
End of sermon. Now where's that "Stop Watching This Thread" link?