I think guys like girls more because of the biological hormonal urges in our genes, but girls like guys for a "relationship" reason. There is one simple statement imbedded in every guy's brain since birth (I saw this one Dateline), breed, yes, the "meaning of life" for guys is to breed as much as possible. Without this, population would be down and Darwinism would be slow. This is in the head of every male species in the world (except for clams, they're hermaphrodites). Look at what the life of the male ant is? To do the queen for his entire life (I know, what a nice life...), while the females do all the work (ha, and ants still do have wars even though they are all females! The black ant civilization on east side of my driveway and the red ant civilization of the west side always have wars, usually big ones in the spring, and smaller in the summer, because of lower population, it's gross watching a battle taking place, they rip eachother apart, I mean hundreds, perhaps thousands, fighting for really no reason. And after the huge battle, the winning side has rescuers go out and retreave the injured ants.
ANYWAY, we can leave the ant war discussion for another thread. <br><br>Well, Moose, I am very happy for you. As for news about me, nuttin'. I don't think being friends with my chic would work, because we never really see eachother at all, and NEVER have had time to talk. All I need is one solid amount of time to talk with her, and see if I really like her. And if she likes me. But that's impossible, because there's no time or place. She's only in my French class, and you can't whisper a single word in that class without being screamed at by the teacher. So the only time we could talk would be outside of school, hence a date. I know after the first time having a real conversation with her, I'll be able to talk with ease, without soiling my pants. Actually, I did talk with her once, when we were paired up to do a one-day project in class. Now
that was fun

. All we did was goof around, talking and laughing (while the third person in the group kept calling her a "cunt" and kept saying "Warren loves me! Stop it!", and I'd say to her "she's not a cunt! You are, and I don't like you!"). My chic just laughed and said "No, Warren loves me! and I love Warren" and she hugged me. I didn't say anything except a stupid smile. This was eariler in the school year, when I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask her out or not, but if this happened today, I would have asked her out right then. Damn, gotta go, see yas