I hate having my face touched--by anyone. It creeps me out to no end. A back-o-the neck grab while I'm making out is fine and dandy. Just don't touch my face. I don't even like it when my children touch my face (mostly because I know where their hands have been).
I love makeup. I love what it can do (and have learned over the years what it can't do). I have a "set" way I like to wear my makeup, but I change it up depending on my outfit and/or my mood. I'm sure no one notices, but I do and mine is the only opinion that matters in this arena.
I can't go underwater without plugging my nose. I have an unwavering aversion to even trying it. My mother told me that when I was an infant I could swim like a fish. I have no idea where or when I lost that ability.
I love being alone. I don't get a whole lot of time by myself, but when I do I cherish it. An afternoon alone without an agenda is the best gift anyone could give me.
I try to avoid crying in front of people at all costs. I don't know why. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've shed tears (during my adult life) in front of anyone else. I'm not a robot. I do cry. I just don't like company when I do.
The first time I had sex was so awful and disappointing that I didn't do it again for another three years. Then I made up for lost time.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I read somewhere that some women poop while pushing the baby out. I told Jim about it and we laughed and laughed. He said that if I pooped, he was going to start dancing around the room singing, "YOU POOPED! YOU POOPED!". We laughed some more.
I did end up pooping on the delivery table. He did not sing.
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I laughed my ass off at this "The first time I had sex was so awful and disappointing that I didn't do it again for another three years. Then I made up for lost time."
I was 14 my first time and 17 my second time for exactly the same reason, and with exactly the same outcome.
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Excellent learning more about you.
I have often wished I could control when I cry. I hate to cry in front of people but when I try not to I just end up in a big snot explosion and the tears come anyway.
I salute you.
That face touching thing is unusual. I bet it stems from childhood -- the way old people always grab kids' faces. That kind of thing used to piss me off.
Ohhh... that 7th point is yet another reason I'll likely avoid having kids altogether. Don't tell my mom I said that -- she's "counting on me."
"YOU POOPED! YOU POOPED!"
OMG I been reading books and watching videos and such but I have not heard this part yet! We go to the expecting parents class on Saturday and I'm bringing this up.
I was the first among my friends to be a dad. So when they started having kids, my friends came to me for advice.
I told them the usual stuff about going to birthing classes etc. But then I said the one thing no one ever, ever warned me about was how bad labor smelled.
The entire birthing process has an awful smell that you never read about in "What to Expect..." et al.
I love to be alone too. I can't cry in front of others...if I do, you know it's bad. I can't remember if i pooped and i can't ask my hubby because he'll lie and say I didn't to protect me. I love that man.
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