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My boss remarked on my sighing whenever he gave me something to do. He thought I was unhappy or thought it was a burden. I was not aware of it and I'm not attracted to him in any way! I just do that when I'm about to do something. I take a deep breath and get into what must be done. That's all. It has no meaning and most likely she's not aware of it.
Btw, your explanation of why you won't date a non-professional is exactly what your dad would say. Can't you rise above it and be a better man? You are not avoiding being abusive and demeaning as he is if you think this way and if it isn't a degree, you'll find something else. You're playing right into it. Judge people on their character, not degrees because your father is just an insecure and mean jerk. She's working an honest job and unless she's looking deeply into your eyes and sighing, she is not interested in you at all. So feel better and don't embarrass yourself by asking her about it because then you'll feel horrible that a non-professional has no interest in you.
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She is quite attractive, not that I'm thinking of actually going out with her since, well, she works at Subways. I'm sort of searching for someone to settle down with and I'm a professional and I want a professional spouse too, and working at Subways is not quite there.
The Invitation Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, And if you dare to dream of meeting Your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool For love, for your dream, For the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, If you have been opened by life's betrayals, Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, Mine or your own, Without moving To hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, Mine or your own, If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty Even when it is not pretty every day, And if you can source your life From its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, Yours and mine, And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, Weary and bruised to the bone, And do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand In the center of the fire with me And not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you From the inside When all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone With yourself, And if you truly like the company you keep In the empty moments.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, And if you dare to dream of meeting Your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool For love, for your dream, For the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, If you have been opened by life's betrayals, Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, Mine or your own, Without moving To hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, Mine or your own, If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty Even when it is not pretty every day, And if you can source your life From its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, Yours and mine, And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, Weary and bruised to the bone, And do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand In the center of the fire with me And not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you From the inside When all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone With yourself, And if you truly like the company you keep In the empty moments.
Such a great reminder that there are so many things which are much more important!
Alas, I'm trolling around in Manhattan, no subway lunches today, perhaps tomorrow. And I hate wasting six more bucks on sandwiches that taste how animal ovarial fluids may taste
Perhaps Antonio can put an end to my Poisson distribution subway probability problem and give me the exact co-ordinates? I am curious if she is really stunning enough to warrant a famous thread in her honour
Alas, I'm trolling around in Manhattan, no subway lunches today, perhaps tomorrow. And I hate wasting six more bucks on sandwiches that taste how animal ovarial fluids may taste
Perhaps Antonio can put an end to my Poisson distribution subway probability problem and give me the exact co-ordinates? I am curious if she is really stunning enough to warrant a famous thread in her honour
So people have been accusing me of arrogance and snobbishness lately, much like the sentiment shown to the OP, for the sole reason of showing my true self and speaking my mind, rather than putting the nicer face of the two-faced flip up whom the world so loves.
I appreciate Antonio for honestly putting himself out here. There's nothing better than men who speak their mind.
So I called some nuns I know in the Bronx, asked if I can come atone for my sins. She retorted saying I'm such a wonderful kid and why the need for atonement. Anyway, she said if I really wanted I can come help around the facility, like cooking and cleaning on Sunday, which is tomorrow. So tomorrow I'm gonna be the chef and am making chicken curry for about 50 seniors.
She chided me against bringing adult DVDs and corrupting some of her flock which I did last year as a prank. Not my fault, folks, an elderly gentleman said a DVD player was his Christmas wish, and I improvised on it
I do appreciate your sense of humor AC and I, too, appreciate the fact that the OP came on here looking for answers. Now, they may not have been the answers he wanted to hear, but there are some pointers and life lessons to be gained from some of them. If you want to improve and/or educate yourself, the best way to do so is to ask questions of random strangers! They're far less likely to lie to you to spare your feelings.
Another benefit to coming to an online forum? You don't have to see these people every day. If some of the posters who pose questions and air their opinions and feelings, did so around their friends and coworkers, they'd probably get a lot of dirty looks and avoidance from them.
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