GeeCee's Not-Entirely-Original Miscellany

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12 Physical Touch
8 Quality Time
5 Acts of Service
5 Words of Affirmation
0 Receiving Gifts

Interpreting Your Profile Score
The highest score indicates your primary love language (the highest score is 12). It’s not uncommon to have two high scores, although one language does have a slight edge for most people. That just means two languages are important to you.

The lower scores indicate those languages you seldom use to communicate love and which probably don’t affect you very much on an emotional level. Learn more about your primary love language and how to put it to use next to the corresponding badge below.


Physical Touch
A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, and thoughtful touches on the arm—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.

Is it too early to fire 2012 already?

I run through this every once in a while, just to see if it stays in roughly the same order. Physical touch is pretty much always top of the list, but not always by as large a margin as it is below.

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Quality Time.

Complete set of results

Physical Touch:		12
Quality Time:		7
Acts of Service:		6
Words of Affirmation:		4
Receiving Gifts:		1

Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

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I ran across this via aroraborealis and am reposting it here because I think I'm going to chew on this one for a little while before I can put together a coherent comment. It's apparently an excerpt from a longer article by Daphne Gottlieb called "My Cheating Heart," in the March/April '06 issue of Utne.

Love - at least the pair-bonded, prescribed love - does not conquer all. It does not conquer desire.

Let's say you're a normal, upstanding, ethical man (or woman) who has decided to share your life with someone beloved to you. This goes well for a number of years. You have a lot of sex and love each other very much and have a seriously deep, strong bond. Behind door number two, the tiger: a true love. Another one. (Let's assume for the moment that the culture and Hollywood are wrong - we have more than one true love after all.)

The shittiest thing you can do is lie to someone you love, yet there are certain times you can choose either to do so or to lie to yourself. Not honoring this fascination, this car crash of desire, is also a lie. So what do you do? Pursue it? Deny it? It doesn't matter: The consequences began when you opened the door and saw the tiger, called it by its name: love. Pursue it or don't, you're already stuck between two truths, two opportunities to lie.

The question is not, as we've always been asked, the lady - beautiful, virtuous, and almost everything we want - or the tiger - passionate, wild, and almost everything we want. The question is, what do we do with our feelings for the lady and the tiger? The lady is fair, is home, is delight. The tiger is not bloodthirsty, as we always believed, but, say, romantic. Impetuous. Sharing almost nothing in common with the lady. They even have a different number of feet. But the lady would not see it this way. You already know that.( Read more... )

I had a really lovely evening out tonight with W. The original plan was to go grab sushi, but once I suggested continuing our long-standing tradition of getting a drink at the Ritz Carlton bar, it made sense to stay in the mall and go to Lebanese Taverna. Unfortunately the hotel bar was completely packed at 7 PM, so we skipped it and went straight to dinner where we proceeded to have a bottle of a decent wine and a table full of mezze along with more than two hours of conversation. There, um, might also have been a little more blatant flirtation than normal, which was fun. =) I blame the bottle of wine. Yeah, that's it. Or maybe the BPAL "All Saints" I was wearing. It's a lovely incense-y/smoky/floral scent. ("Based on a venerable French pontifical incense blend: monastic frankincense and myrrh, Damascus rose, Russian gardenia, cassia, and lily of the valley wafting on a chill Autumn wind. A celebration of the glory and suffering of the saints and matryrs [sic] of the Church.") I don't know if my dining partner even noticed it, but in the car on the way to dinner the scent certainly made me want to gnaw on my arm for a while.

Good lord, it's been ten years. Where did all that time go? One of the things I really enjoy about spending time with W. is that it's totally comfortable and always has been, even after we came to a mutual realization that dating was a bad idea. I am really, really glad that we're still friends. This way I get to laugh at him for moving from the Bay Area to Boston in mid-winter. HA-ha! ;) Of course in return he gets to taunt me with the fact that he's got an incredible job, while I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up. On the other other hand, he's had *cough*twenty-plus*cough* years longer than I have to figure that sort of thing out. (Oooh, I'm gonna be in such trouble for that remark.)

The other thing the wine was good for was making me sleepy, so I think it's time to crawl into bed and read some more of The Rule of Four until I pass out in the not-too-distant future.