Insecurities

Everyone I turn to around me has complaints about their relationship or the failed blossoming of one they wished they where in. Here I am happy, when people ask how mine is going all I can say is good, with a smile on my face. For I know inside that I have no complaints, and neither do I want to be the girl who brags to put other people down. I am simply happy.

Like a crazy school girl, a child in a sweets shop I find myself smiling around him, for no be-known reason. An interesting conversation arose last night though…

‘Are you insecure?‘ He asked me

‘Yes‘ I answered before I even truly thought about the answer, or had prepared what I would say next.

‘What about?’

‘It does not matter exactly, I am a very insecure person. But I do well to hide it, I mean you wouldn’t of known would you?’

He thought for a long pause and agreed he had no clue. Again I was leaving him in the dark for not knowing my dark and devilish history of a hated body image, and a ridiculous notion of not being good enough ever. I needn’t tell him how the weekend before (4 days ago), my father kicked me out the house (only as a threat), for he could not cope with me. Which lead me to lie in my bed crying planning to break it off with the only good thing in my life, because I did not want to drag him down. With the logic that if my own father does not, love me and cannot cope with me then who else could. What man could I have?

But no I kept my insecurities to myself and simply asked him if he had any, he first denied but then said ‘I guess I am insecure about your feelings towards me.’

The fear of the unknown of the emotions, this same fear strikes me at times. But right now I am secure in thinking that he does have very strong emotions for me. The crazy thing is right now I can see my future only with him, and no one else. That does not mean I am planning a house and a family and a life. It just means I want to never have anyone else. To me through all his imperfections I see perfection, and I cannot comprehend my emotions toward him in writing.

‘I know I can’, he leant in kissed her and walked into the night.

The girl experienced her first ever date, it was romantic without the expectations or pressures of a first day. The gentleman took her out to finally not be drunk in one an-others presence. Candle lit and quaint, the corner of this restaurant was where the two found themselves after a long walk around discussing life, and their last hook up. A hook up instigated by the girl, the gentleman was far from sober waking up not remembering the evening at all but due to her stopping a situation which could of gotten way out of hand. The two only slept in the same bed that night.

This evening however was beautiful, sharing a glass of red facing each other on a small table, eye contact was inevitable and for the first time they began to get to know one another without any blur over the conversation the next day. He walked her home, kissed her cheek and with the confidence of red, she asked ‘Do I not get a real kiss?’. Leaning in their lips met, as they parted he chuckled. Curious as to why, she probed him; ‘Well we never discussed the question?’

A question to which she didn’t really remember, and she honestly had no idea what he thought about it. All her mind could recall was that they where talking about his previous girlfriend, a girlfriend of four years and he made one comment ‘it was the only good thing she did for me’. The girl was instantly interested, in how you can have a four year relationship and be so bitter afterward. Their must of been far more good in their time together then he seemed to recall. She buried her head into his shoulder, and told him she would not ask the question she began to say. He told her to ask the question because if he did not want to answer he wouldn’t, her mind turned and twisted. The question she seeked was not to be found, and so they fell asleep her in his arms.

Here they where again and he still wanted to know what was going through her little mind, she explained she could remember but it was about his ex. On being shocked she realised he did not think that was what it was to be about, so she probed him. ‘I thought you were going to ask about what your expectations where for this?’ Barely letting him finish she blutted out the thoughts in her mind before she take them back ‘Oh I know there are no expectations, you have already told me this. I have none. I enjoy your company. Thats all’ That was not all at all. She realised when they parted and she shut her front door, she had expectations she did not even realise. She was falling for this gentleman, which was absurd because she barely knew him. If he had not mentioned the expectations then she would of been better off.

Reunited because of a wedding they where catering the following weekend they spend their time chatting, nothing was mentioned or said. He was the driver and on taking everyone who worked that day home, he asked who was closet. She said she was, but he went to drop off another boy first. Then pulled up at his own house, letting the girls drive home themselves. So the girl got out the car, not to sure what he was doing. The car drove away and the two stood a foot away from one another. They just looked at each other not making a move.

‘Well I am going to walk home then.’ She said, he put his stuff into his house and began to take her, ‘I feel bad you do not have to walk me home’

‘Its late, and I feel bad I did not invite you in.’ They spoke briefly but one sentence remained in that young girls mind ‘You got out the car’. Now she was wondering if she should of gotten out the car at all. She was definitely confused. But the walk was short, and they arrived at her front door. He followed her in, they chatted a little in the kitchen. She was getting nervous so throw herself into his arms burying her head in his chest.

Finally he began to leave, ‘You can stay for a night gap if you wish’

‘I know’  He leant in, kissed her and left into the night.

The girl was left alone, confused entirely by the nights actions and wondering if she was over thinking or not. He would not leave her mind.

German friend texts

   

I guess we are in a world where technology can now change everything

Flicked the switch…

Midnight in bed, and he is on my mind. He has opened my heart to him again, after it has been cut a few to many times. I am not sure how he did it, he sounded all depressive and wanting a relationship. It was slightly sad, and then he tried to deny his feelings for another girl but in every word was a different meaning.
I was his second choice.

Yet here I am not wanting him. He is on my bracelet only filled with people who matter a great deal. He bought me a pandora charm. It is beautiful. Silver heart, with a gold centre. Suits my entire bracelet and is so beautifully thoughtful. Every time I look down I see him.

I think I need to jump full steam ahead with him, give us a shot because we will never truly move on until we have. Put my heart on the line and hopefully reap the benefits.

Dream upon a life

In my high school canteen, sat down with Colette and she seems off. Eating away but also asking her what is going on, she finally turns around to me and says she does not think she can go to Dublin anymore (weirdly we have actually booked a holiday to Dubllin for New Years). The reasons she could not go to Dublin is because, the boys; Charlie and Sven are being nasty to her about spending her money on a holiday with me. She’s beginning to think she cannot even be friends with me.

Tears are shed during this conversation and unknowing what my next best move is to keep my best friend, I go round to Colette’s house to speak to the boys. I tell them they cannot be angry at me for being in a relationship for Sven rejected me and I am just moving on plus Sven is dating two people. Waving his hands up he says its three and how he has been getting out loads recently and meeting people. Illustrated beautifully by him we all decided together we need to move past our history and stop putting Colette into an awkward position.

Waking up everything seemed so realistic and I am unsure why I had a dream which demonstrated the entire truth about my recent life, the only alterations was being at my high school canteen, Colette cancelling Dublin and Sven seeing 3 people because in real life he is only seeing the girl who has a boyfriend who he trying to break up.

the meaning

Dreams about school signify that a person is being dominant in your life, and that you are trying to remove that element, but you are unsure how to do it. Unfortunately seeing a school in your dream is not entirely positive. This is usually because there was a feeling that “you have been there and done that”. The other association of this dream is a picture of your attitude when you were school. If you are a child and you dream of school it is usually because you are trying to resist authority in waking life.

Educational establishments are generally imposed upon us by society, and therefore this dream indicates that you may be feeling you want to do something outside the norm.

Another indication that surfaces in relation to this dream is that there are some social concerns in your current waking life. This concern may be in relation to anxiety that you have, possibly found in a work or career context.

ex

if you’re entering into a relationship with a new person, your psyche may still be trying to sort out the pluses and minuses of your old relationship. In this situation, your psyche is trying to ensure success with your new relationship.

“Often, dreaming about an ex signifies unfinished business between you and your former lover,” Mead says. “That doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re meant to be together — or that you actually have to be around that person to deal with these issues. In fact, it may be best to look within and see where you’re actually like your ex, or how the dynamic that existed between you may be enacting itself all over again in your life with a brand-new partner.

When you keep dreaming about your ex-boyfriend, it means that the unconscious mind, which produces your dreams, is trying to give you a lesson by providing a dream as an example.

You could be looking for someone who has the same personality as the person you used to love before but who was not the ideal partner for you. This means that you will have a relationship with someone who will simply repeat the mistakes of your ex-boyfriend.

For example, if you tend to like very handsome men, you will certainly experience many deceptions, because they are too vain and selfish. You have to look for someone who will respect you, instead of cheating on you, like your ex did.

You could also be looking for a partner who will feed your complexes and give you a feeling of superiority and safety. This means that you are looking for a doctor or a father—an authority figure—and not for a man with whom you will be an equal partner in the relationship.

If you see in a dream a boyfriend you had a long time ago, this happens because the unconscious mind is reminding you about the unfortunate circumstances involving that previous relationship. Your dream is warning you that you are about to get involved with someone who looks like your previous mate and won’t make you happy.

However, if you have separated recently, chances are, you are still in love with your old boyfriend. In this case, you keep dreaming about him because the unconscious mind is showing you that you have not yet overcome your feelings associated with the separation.

These dreams work like warnings; they don’t let you fool yourself in believing that you got rid of the feelings you have for your old partner. They are telling you that you are still vulnerable to accepting a reconciliation.

If you had a bad relationship, you should stay far away from your old partner. You have to stop thinking about getting back together. Insisting on continuing a problematic relationship is a very silly mistake; you will only suffer if you stay with the wrong person.

In some cases, dreams about your ex-boyfriend are trying to show you that there are many positive aspects in his personality that you should observe, because your ex could make you happy.

You will see dreams indicating that you must pay attention to the personality of your old partner in case you will unfairly despise him.

colette

Abandonment usually comes when we realize that there is a fear of being excluded from society or from a group of people. Such anxieties commonly re-occur in our dreams when we are trying to protect something that is important to us.

To feel abandoned by someone in your dream suggests that you need to appreciate someone in waking life. This dream has several definitions depending upon the details of the dream. In general abandonment or being left by a partner means letting go of something, so that you can enjoy your life and have fun. However, you also need to understand how you are feeling in your dream.

• Abandoned by a partner: if you are actually abandoned by anyone (such as your partner) then it clearly shows that you are seeking some kind of freedom in your life and you need to put steps in place in order to address this.

confrontation

Confronting someone can mean you want to know the truth about something, or you want the other person to know the truth. It can also represent an actual, imagine or desired: Clearing of the air Resolution of a conflict Accusation or admission of guilt
Read more at: http://www.thecuriousdreamer.com/dreamdictionary/symbol/1931/ Copyright 2011-2014 The Curious Dreamer

To dream of a confrontation represents a conflict or a fear that you are facing in your waking life. The dream provides a “safe” venue for you to confront your enemy or attacker, who you are afraid of standing up to in your waking life. You need to use your dream to overcome your fears. Next time you have this dream, tell your enemy or attacker that you are not afraid of them!

Confused.

During my time at home I thought, perhaps I did want a boyfriend. I wanted people to stop looking at me as a one night stand (not that I ever have been, but boys always tried their luck) and to think of me as a serious relationship girl.

In the time it took for me to come back to uni, and be in front of the man I planned to start a relationship with. A curve ball was thrown my way. ‘N**k is still keen for the double date’ Jade was telling me. I had given up hopes on that. The lawyer, whom lived close to my home, home and yet only an hour from uni. The man in the perfect location with a great job and to top it all off he was in a band. He sung and played guitar and was NOT at my uni.

Now that may sound crazy, the fact a guy not at my uni appeals to me. But seriously I attend a uni where there are 100 people in sac year group, five year groups, two lecture theatres, four practical class rooms and one clinic for treating patients. The uni bar is even on campus and so as you can imagine EVERYONE knows EVERYONE. No secret is unknown by people. Therefore getting out and away from the uni bubble was what I felt I needed.

However it is over a week later and the date has not been organised or planned. I do not know whats going on and I am leading on German friend whilst I wait.

Well, I say I am leading him on; here’s the back story…
**
German friend, came back from Germany on Saturday, and that very evening we met up. Walked down the beach in the hopes to get drinks. Instead we walked for maybe an hour then took a seat on the sand in front of the ocean.

‘I have to ask… where are you, with regards to us now?’

I could not answer I had no clue. MY summer had been a mess, I had failed an exam, taken it to heart been dealing with complaints and appeals with an undo-operative university. I had found out my granddad is really poorly and had ANOTHER stent put into his heart and he has unstable angina. I was kicked out my mum, to only a week or two later be told by my dad he did not want me around as I was insufferable and then another week later he told me he has NO good memories of me growing up. Apparently I am all bad. Not to mention my front tyre blow up on a 50mph road, and I ended up upside down tangling from my seat belt in a golf course.

So no, German boy I have not thought about you and I. But that was I lie. There where times when I cried myself to sleep I thought about having him next to me. But then I had gotten through all of this alone. i did not need someone. And I did not want to need someone. I did not even want anyone to know whats been going on with me. I would cry trying to tell the story. I was just not ready.

I also have such an awful track record with picking men to date; from a animal abuser, to a rapist, to a stalker who sent death threats. Was I really ready to get myself into that world. The world where I was vulnerable.?

I told German boy, I did not know. I knew I could not commit to him right now, I told him I neither liked him nor didn’t. My feelings where a mess. I had a hectic summer, something I was not willing to divulge and if he would listen to me I would tell him to walk away.

He told me I was worth the risk of getting hurt. That I would only know if I took the leap. But I am not sure how I could. I felt confused and I started to feel it was him I did not want.

I mean if me and lawyer dude hit it off I could definitely go for that. There would be no mess with friendships, we would start off at the same page of feelings. I mean German friend ‘loved’ me and I barely had feelings stronger than friendship. I knew I would hurt German friend, or maybe I was holding back feelings because I did not want to get hurt. Either way I saw pain in that pathway. Pain I was not ready to handle.

**

So here I am sat out in the sunshine writing my blog. Wondering if I am broken for love or if German friend truly is not the guy for me. Everytime another option comes along I push him to the side to wait for me to see how it goes. How is that fair?

I know if he moved on and I saw him with someone else I would be jealous. i Would not like it. But if I am not willing to take the leap how I can let him not move on.

Seriously why is my past so messy. It is making my future so screwed.

Summer fling with an Irish boy

I bag packed this summer visiting; Amsterdam, Prague, Vienna and Paris. It was Prague that left the biggest mark on me. The city is beautiful, with exceptional architecture, bright sunshine and a sparkle which lightens the darkest of hearts.

My friend and I whilst there attended a boat party; these yellow shirted boys within the New Town Square approached us trying to sell tickets and that Irish accent along with a ‘boat’ party captured our attention.

We opted out on the predrinks in the pubs, because immediately I got on solid ground with the lads, and received inside information it was far cheaper to pick something up at the shop and predrink and that they would be there at the town square under the clock from 8pm but we would need to meet them at 10.30pm.

We spent the rest of the day wandering the city, visiting the palace and exploring whilst excited for the night to begin. It would be our one and only girly night. We got back to our hostel, showered moisterised groomed and put effort into our make-up. Now bag packing we did not have the most amazing outfits with us but on our wanders we bought a bandeu bra, mine bright yellow my friends black. We had high hopes we could jump into the river.

The boat moved slowly and did disappoint my expectations with no crazy jumping into the water, but it was an unforgettable night. My friend found her target an Australian with the most English name ever; John. They where joined lip to lip all night. Me. Well I spend the night talking to the Irish yellow shirts. I loved the Irish accent, but also always prefer talking to the workers.

One yellow shirt was from New Zealand, and tried super hard to get with me. However I had seen a drunken boy on the boat and felt he needed attention so tried to get the NZ lad to help him out, we went below deck to the bar. NZ got distracted by the dance floor on the way, his hand wanded my body and his mouth tried to meet mine. I awkwardly looked the other way, and tried to pull out by dancing. Eventually I snuck back to the deck to check on the drunken boy, who’d now thrown up over board.

There he was, my Irish boy. He had gotten the glass of water and was trying to take care. I must of said at some point whilst we took care of the lad ‘I want to marry an Irish’ because that night we became husband and wife.

He was exceptionally tall, yet I only realised once the bear goggles where removed the next day. He had dark hair and was not beautiful I will not lie. But his heart and personality created an incredible man to me and his accent. Well his Irish accent flew me away.

I did not get with him though, not at the boat party. We left the boat party together chatting away, and immediately I looked for my friend who was with John and a shard of glass was in her foot.

I got her and I an invite to the yellow shirted Irish boys place, if we ditched John. I thought this may prove difficult but with my friends foot, I convinced her we would clean her up and could only do it together but would meet John at the club Roxy.

The boys place was miserable. You entered via stainless steal gates, went down a dark damp corridor, turned left and there was their place. A two bedroom one floored ‘boys pad’, dirty clothes everywhere, unwashed dishes and four single beds to 5 or 7 of them.

I drank most of Irish boys drink that night in my drunken state, of course he did not stop me and like I the Irish have a sarcastic witty banter. I fitted right in. My friend found a new lad who took care of her but as soon as we where in the club she was rushed off by John.

I spent the time in the club with Irish boy, he was good and even allowed me to ensure I always knew where my friend was. He had a heart of gold.

All the lads did drugs, he did not. All the lads did one night stands, he did not. In fact he had been with three girls, one was a one night stand and regreted it. So totally understood when I told him nothing would happen at all. He never pushed his luck. He was exceptionally respectful.

After the night club he walked my friend and I home, saying it was just round the corner. It ended up being 30 minutes mainly because my friend brought John and of course they kept stopping to make out. But by this point Irish boy and I kissed too.

The first time we kissed German friend came to my mind, I felt guilty to the stomach. I could not understand if that was right or not. I was not with him. We had not even been on a date but he was the only person on my travels to keep talking to me. Infact he was cute at times; for instance I said how pretty Charles bridge was and he responded ‘Beauty comes with the name’.

**

The next day we saw the Irish lads in the town square and they all came up to us having a good old chat. One tried to make it awkward my saying ‘Oh look who it is?’ to the Irish lad, who kept his distance for a little while then approached.

It was easy to chat to them all, we even spoke about being married and made our plan. He was studying in London for 6 months, I would finish my degree then move to Ireland for him.

We made plans that evening to get onto the boat party for free, or if not just go out with them after it. So my friend and I went back to the square around 8pm. (had to be fashionably late).

We sat for a while with a few lads approaching us, we met a new one Rary. He was a massive drugy. Even sold the stuff. He was good fun though and good looking. But that was first and last time we saw that lad.

Much later my Irish lad finally came over and sat by me. We had some good conversation and I learnt his brother was a member of Boyzone. Not that I knew the member and not at the time I realised he was telling me that, that was his brother. Must of come across so rude to him then.

I met his female friend then ‘C’.

Unfortunately the lads could not fit on the boat party so we all headed to ehir place to drink. My friend and I picked up the cheapest, rankest drink ever. A cartoon of wine for 34CZK.

After only 3 drinks I felt my head spin, and shirt lad spotted me tell my friend I was drunk. We had great banter after that moment, and I did find him attractive. But these Irish lads had such respect for each other and none would make a move because of my Irish lad the night before.

I was surprising awkward with him. I thought I did not want to get with him. I kept my distance slightly whilst still chatting away to him. He got the picture as did not try anything all night, yet kept an eye on me in the sleazy night clubs and walked us home again!

On the walk from their house to the nightclub, C slipped up and said about my Irish boy getting with my friend in front of the Irish boy and me. Immediately the Irish boy through his hand over her mouth and told her she would ruin it all. Obviously she mixed up my friend and I.

Later on she exclaimed how Irish boy bragged about getting with a gorgeous, hot girl. Which got to me, I felt like a trophy, which was silly of me. She was informed me how I was his type because of my free personality. I did not truly understand what she meant but again it got to me.

It is funny. I spent the whole night having great fun, dancing and chatting away too all of them. Whilst ensuring Irish boy never tried it on. He walked us back and I ensured my friend cock blocked him. Then I woke up the next day regretting not having a good-bye kiss.

He was a lovely lad, with a big heart and I backed out. I am not even sure why? I wonder if I so screwed up I run from nice people. For fear of liking them. Yet I actually think I do like this holiday fling. Which is stupid. I will never see him again. One kiss would not of changed anything.

I need to sort myself out. I cannot be scared of men, my past is just that. I need to move on with my life.

‘My first love was everything all at once, the kind you never fall back from, my love was so big, so strong, the kind of love you fight for’

 

So the German friend, the one I said I could never like, the one I have nagged about because of loosing a friend. Well guess what? I think I like him.

Let’s paint the picture… He is 27/8?. I am 20. He is quiet, observant, kind and can take banter which is inevitably thrown at him. I am loud, outgoing, and a massive flirt. I met him this year, and got close to him as he is in the same friendship group. Most people never see the side to him I saw, and I was naive to think it was just as he saw me as a friend. One night I got blind drunk and he took care of me. I lost my memory of the entire event. But several months later he drunkly admits he has ‘fallen in love with me’ since that night. He regrets what happens and is glad he stopped us from sleeping together. I mean holy sh*t, I had no idea we even hooked up. I pushed him away and tried to start a relationship with every other guy that came my way. Whilst still getting the loving attention of the German friend. Best of both worlds I guess.

Well a few months ago German friend had enough and stopped talking to me entirely to try and get over me. Which at the time I found immature, and upset me more than it should. Unknown to me at the time, I cared so much because I liked him. I think i began realising after a friend said to me ‘Hey C.G, do you like him? I mean you talk about him a lot and you would not be this upset if you did not?’ and ever since then I have wondered.

After an awful examination I found myself in tears, those tears where first over the exam and then I realised over the German friend. Without thinking what I was going I sent him a message…

Sitting here so pissed over the exam and I find myself upset because of you. I can’t even count the number of times that has happened and maybe I should say this all in person but truth it I would burst. In fact I shouldn’t even say this now as I’m highly emotional but seriously it’s distracting me from revision. I hate knowing you hate me. I hate not being able to talk to you anymore. I get it. I deserve it. But I miss you and I’m so sorry.

He replied

You got the wrong idea, I don’t hate you, you haven’t really done anything to make me hate you. It’s just that after Ludo Lounge I finally had the motivation to decide that it’s time to forget everything and move on. But as I told you during the end of term party, I tried to forget everything once and it didn’t work. So the only way I could come up with was to distance myself completely. I knew it would look like that I hate you but I had to accept that. I don’t enjoy doing this but I think it’s the only way and I’m sorry that it affects you that much.

Then today I finally saw him again, we went swimming in the ocean with a mutual friend. We flirted, splashing water over one another and dunking each other. He was beautifully tanned, with a subtle six pack and even his smile in the sunlight slighted melted my heart. I never fully allowed myself to see him in this light before. We had to much riding on our friendship. But after loosing him for the period I did, I realise I did  not want to loose him again.

Perhaps it would be unfair for me to ask him on a date, now. Perhaps he has now moved on. But maybe I need to, maybe he should reject me. The thing is I have the English boy I am seeing too. Guess that kind of complicates things.

Would it be fair to bring German friend into my mess. Or do I even like English boy?

Horoscopes Matching Making….

I like to read my horoscope from time to time and I will infect admit that whenever I start to see a boy I read our horoscopes, more out of interest then truly believing in it.

So here is English boy and mine;

For the innocent (Definitely want to know about his past with women, but by asking he can then ask me. i definitely am not ready to tell him about my long and complex history with boys) Aries soul love is a demand and needs repeated reassurance. While the evolving Taurus soul knows the worth of loves and believes in both giving and receiving love (I used to date men who would have stronger feeling for me then for them, perhaps as I never got hurt. I know how I want an equal relationship where feelings are mutual shown through our actions not just words) . When these two signs fall for each other, Aries desire instant gratification in love, while Taurus takes things slowly. (I am scared of getting hurt or repeating history) 

Bursting with much creative (not sure I would call English boy creative. Although he can play the guitar and has a good enough voice, to send my stomach into butterflies when he plays for me) energy, delightful smile and passionate ideas, an Aries man is extremely attention grabbing at any of the social gatherings that he attends. His youthful (he has not yet seen the world or what I would call the hardships of the world yet. Lucky him) aura and confident personality makes him outshine most of the men around him but at the same time his impatient nature and carefree attitude can cause hitches. He is never a promoter of duplicity and he speaks out his mind both at professional as well as personal level. When in love, he is one of a kind passionate lover with burning interest in every aspect of his lady love. But his passion can show traces of jealousy and obsession (this scares me more than I even realise, my ex ended up stalking me and sending death threats due to jealousy and obsession. It has left a scar for me, so if English boy started to show these traits I could imagine running for the hills and not sticking around to fight. Note to self; close your eyes, count to ten and review situation) if not responded lovingly.

The elegant Taurus woman is chock-full with both moral and emotional courage and turns out to be a fantastic homemaker. She has an unmatchable patience and gracious tendency to deal with people. Her cuisines always taste right with best of neatness (have a few aspects of OCD so I can related to this point) around her home. But at the same time a she is clever enough to talk on intellectual subjects and pursue her own career. She loves with a determination and sticks to the relationship till the end with all the honesty(so true, honesty and loyalty are some of the most important characteristics I need to find in my man) . But she may not match up with Aries steps and can turn outrageous if bullied to do so.

Being in love with the calm (Calm, good joke. I am a hot headed women, I loose my temper too easily. I am embarrassed of this characteristic infact) Taurus woman can give Aries man a sense of stability in his life. Moreover she looks around for the real man and will proudly gaze at him as the chief in all the aspects of life including the relationship. Her exotic fragrances and superior feminine behavior keeps your spirit stirred beautifully in bright days and her patience provides you with a good listener (definitely listen more than I talk with English boy, which I like because I feel safe that he can not yet hurt me as he does not yet know where I have come from)  for the gray nights to sooth away your worries. The peace-loving Taurus woman looks for harmony in her environment, but to him it may appear to be monotonous at times. But this can turn out to be a very passionate pairing, and you are likely to be the aggressor in this relationship. Avoid undue disturbances and noises as that can make her furious and spoil the flavor of your relationship.

If you are looking out for an alpha male who can respect your Taurus intellect and feminine grace at the same time then you are definitely in the right relationship. Aries is one man who can provide her with both comfort and passionate love for the lifetime. He will appreciate your talents, be by your side in all ups and downs of life and provide you with an inspiring partner. Your Aries man always have an interest in your life and is ready to share his world equally but don’t dare to interfere or tiptoe his decisions. (best take note of this then) Just be on his side and enjoy your position of the most important person in his life. Stubbornness and clashes of will are more than likely to shower Aries-Taurus relationship with some bruises but avoid your Taurus rage and fulfill the desires of your Aries man.

When in deep love (Way to early days for this) these two signs create a miracle of togetherness that lasts forever irrespective of their differences in attitude. Aries man makes the charming Taurus woman blush with his sweet silly acts and she gives him the immense devotion he has been craving for since his childhood. She makes him more relaxed and patient and he makes her more assertive and daring.Think the skinny dip in the sea proved that His masculine nature and her feminine nature works just so well as a comet striking across the night sky and little bells making that lovely tinkling sound. The purity of their emotions creates an eternity of compassion where they loose themselves for the life time to be in unison forever. The tenderness of their oneness makes their relationship a fairy tale romance where they live happily ever after …

The physical intimacy between an Aries man and a Taurus woman is cozily filling (I felt comfortable with him last night, I was not sure whether that was because we where not right for each other. I am so used to with other men, uncontrolled lust with no emotional connection at all. But with him we connect emotionally and the lust at least for me is on the back burner. Turning him down to take it slow is easy (I am attracted to him though) But I do wonder already he is to like me more than him. Or if I am just so scared I am holding him at arms length). Though she is not very sensual in her act but she has deep emotional wells inside her that can “turn on” her romantic side when in the arms of a passionate Aries man. She actually likes when her body excites him and his cravings for her. (so very true) He showcases intense passion during lovemaking, which cannot be well understood by her. She finds it very hard to ratify the idea of perfect romance followed by the Aries man, but despite this they are able to share a magnificent physical chemistry. She truly enjoys when he wraps her hair around his arms and starts to lose control with affection and intimacy. To him this moment feels like tightening of muscles and sometimes he resists as he becomes her slave during love making. Still he can find the much needed peace of mind when he is in a relationship with her because she knows how to respond to his gestures. Even though he is satisfied in the physical relationship, he wants him to get a little creative when it comes to lovemaking.

Though there is an instant connection (I had just been on a run or to the gym, was sweaty and all sorts, he came over to give me my house mates keys and we ended up talking for hours. Immediately we started texting every single day, and as soon as we reunite there is that same connection which I felt the first time we met) between the Aries man and Taurus woman yet they have to travel through certain bumpy roads to achieve a cherished relationship. Aries are innocent and courageous but their thoughtlessness and impulsive reactions can make any Taurus outrageous who suffer from lack of reasoning. But at the same time Taurus are very patient creatures so the day can be saved for the couple. Both the Aries and Taurus share the common traits of possessiveness and unmatchable loyalty. So to make the relationship a pearl embossed amorousness there is a need to give visible proofs and flavors of love and devotion and have great communication.