I'm boring. My beliefs are neither here nor there.
I am not going to comment on what I did or did not say back in the late '90s.
Damned Neuters, in their Middle way of Steering, Are neither Fish, nor Flesh, nor good Red Herring.
Unless I love something or hate it, I don't want to deal with it.
Stun settings are for people who can't commit.
I dated dozens of young men, had fun with all, made commitments to none.
I've always been a bit flip.
I don't do serious.
You could do a lot worse.
I don't deny or affirm anything. I'm not very personal.
Ill give you a definite maybe.
I want a love that don't mean a thing.
I don't like to date so much as I just like to kind of, you know, run into somethin', man.
Where do you live?" Adam's mouth was very set. "A place made for leaving" "That's not really an answer." "It's not really a place.
My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
And this vague little smile is my all purpose expression the meaning of which I will leave to your discretion.
You have a steady fella?” Sam asked after a bit. “No fella can hold me for long.” Sam gave her a sideways glance. “That a challenge?” “No. A statement of fact.
He who falls in love in bars doesn't need a woman all his own. He can always find one on loan.
If I met a girl, I'd tell her straight up, 'I might run into someone else I want to go out with; don't be offended.' Was that acceptable to them? It had to be. There were enough girls. They were expendable.
All too many consultants, when asked, 'What is 2 and 2?' respond, 'What do you have in mind?'
I'm more of an adventurous type than a relationship type.
I can give you a definite perhaps.
By multiplying ironies, I evade commitments.
I'm not a pessimist at all, but I'm not an optimist, either.
Sure, the Bundesliga would interest me. Why not?
