Cupids Dating Blog

I think I have found the one that makes me feel the best..

Loving You Always and All Ways...

Thats a great one! I used to use 'Love always and forever,' but I like yours better! But at the pace I'm going, I will have forgotten it by the time I find someone I can use it with!

I still can't figure out how a handsome guy such as yourself, with what appears to be a great life, great friends, great job, HOT motorcycle (which is a must to me .. heehee).. has not been grabbed up by an equally impressive hotty :)
Have a great weekend!

I never thought of it like that! Sheesh, now I'm REALLY depressed!!

J/K Thanks Shelley! One day I'll make it out to the island and we can go for a ride up that road that leads out of Victoria to Nanimo. What is it called again??

the Island Highway??? heeheee Sounds like good times :)
There is some amazing riding on the island. Lots of twisty rides along the waters edge and such amazing scenery...

I wrote a love letter once. Was a big mistake though, cuz it was destined to a girl I didn't even know. So I wrote her this love letter. One morning, on the bus I finally worked up the courage to give it to her. Let's just say it was a pretty bad idea. Moral of this story, never hand out a love letter to a complete stranger.

The End :P:P:P

Awww, Stu! You can't regret a chance you took! I think that's one of the most romantic things I've ever heard! She missed out, I'm sure!

Pardon me for interjecting. I while back I wrote a letter to someone I was attracted to. The letter, which I was proud of, did not offer me success. Consequently, instead, her response gave me the confidence to continue writing romantic letters.

I would like to share my letter with you:

Hello Natalie,
Lately, I find myself recalling, and with what ease, certain words from the enjoyable moment in time we shared. As we sat down and exchange information, information raging from decorating ideas to more intimate personal information.
As we got to know each other better. And, with all the charming and reserved acts, I saw you performed. My heart and my mind demands of me to express my feelings.
With all that said, I like to say, “It would be my utmost delight for me to get to know you better."
Now, I restlessly await for your response, in hopes you testify this feeling by joining me for coffee. On the other hand, perhaps, even better dinner.
Again, I thank you for your help with decoration ideas in my home. As a token of my appreciation and adoration, I attached a gift card to Starbucks good for at least 10 drinks. (Tall misto with white mocha and two raw sugars ?)

Once I wrote a love letter to my boyfriend and then I gave it to him and he loved it!!! Today I will write another one and when I see him i´ll give it to him. And I put his favourite perfume that drives him crazy! ha ha ha!!!

Dearest,

I write now about today. The events and feelings I shared with you that made me feel more alive than any other single moment of my life. This passage in time was when I realized that I love you. Looking back, the irony of not remembering the best moments of life as clearly as one could wish take their evil toll and leave a haze of good feeling, comfort and fittingness of the scene. We spoke of sex, an overrated byproduct of love, and the human side of me rose to a peak. With the mental side stimulated by the intelligent conversation, the awareness that radiated from you, and the knowledge of the brief intimacy we shared; and the human side dreaming of forbidden fruit bound by customs that could not be broken but could be bent, I was nearly as happy as could be. I said that I would not have sex with but a handful of women at our school, and beauty played no part in my choosing of the cast. You had doubts, and still do, but I spoke true. The unasked and unanswered question of who lay in the crevices of the air itself, the same air that gave me strength and courage when speaking with you. You questioned my depth, and I showed a rare side, the face behind the mask of innuendos and jokes to the skin that took sex as an act of promise, in an image underrated in society today. You are the handful of women. The ability to speak with ease and eloquence, with the skill to place me in a point of complete security, an area where no thought is too foreign save the one most important thought I could not voice. You may know, inside your heart of hearts. I love you. The joy from your presence is one that is can only be explained by using the bromide “indescribable by words” which I always find funny since one did just describe it with words. There is a perfect example, a joke with which I could share with you and understand that you comprehend the currents and contentions of that phrase. The uniquiness you bring to life, the individuality, the knowledge that if the world was to turn uniform by look, I could still pick you out of the crowd, impressed itself onto me like never before. I wanted to laugh at the realization, a single peal to show the utmost joy of my discovery, then I wanted to cry because of these sensations that I could never share. The mélange of your qualities, the nuances of your presence gave the overall taste that followed your path through life’s many doors. Then, the chocolate covering of the perfect strawberry, your beauty manifested itself before my eyes. I always knew you were pretty, but the individuality mixed with the millions of other qualities and negatives that made you enhanced your outward appearance to such an extent that I was certain Aphrodite had been born again. The gentle swells of your body, the richness and radiance of your skin, and the grace of your face held my eyes with more power than any I have ever felt.
I sit here and write, knowing this will never be seen by you. So I say with the simple words that prove the ineffectiveness of our language, the feelings in my head, my heart, my soul. My thoughts may be jumbled, my writing impure, but my message is clear. I love you.

Your’s