Beloved Son, Brother, Friend, Barista, Masturbator. I paint and I own a magnificent dog named Bradley. I am too damn tall. And I'm allergic to bees. Hobbies include climbing things and eating sandwiches. And apparently answering questions. Ask Gare-Bear! Read a Story: 'Coffee, Black'
What happened that time Gare and Andy got drunk? o.o
G: Ooh. This is an old question.
Fen: When did you-- Oh. That time?
G: I might have... yeah, that time.
Fen: You're going to tell them about that?
G: Sure. Why not. Everything grew back in fine so there's no harm done.
Fen: Go on.
Fen: He is your drinking buddy.
G: He is. Not as much lately. He's on a health-kick right now. He's, like, running and he bought a bike and stuff. Anyway. So, Fen was gone for the weekend and Andy came over and we were, uh, well, no... okay, my mom had given me this bottle of 12 year old whiskey. It was kind of incredible. My dad was a whiskey guy, being of big, black Irish descent. She prefers wine but will still shell out for a really nice bottle of whiskey because it reminds her of him-- what am I talking about?
Fen: You were drunk at home with Andy.
G: I was. It was great. We stayed in and marathoned movies about drag queens. Anything with a drag queen, we watched it. And drank great whiskey. It was the best day. And by nightfall, I don't know... we were messy. And, uh, well... it was a warmer day and we were both wearing shorts. And I said, "Hey, we have nice legs." And we do. Very nice legs actually. And, uh.... I don't know... I said, "Hey, why don't we shave our legs." I blame the drag queens. And the whiskey.
Fen: How long did it take you?
G: A long time. That's a lot of leg. And a lot of hair. I should say that we each shaved our own legs... there was no, uh, shaving of each other.
Fen: (laughs) That either of you remembers anyway.
G: I went through two razors. Two and a half. Bethany had left a new, like, package of them here and we really just destroyed them. Andy's a lot hairier than you'd expect. He's got that like... well, he's hairy.
Fen: I came home the next morning and they were asleep in the living room. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and the tub was... disgusting.
G: There was so much hair. Blonde hair and black hair. It was actually really disgusting. But our legs did look amazing. I put on some lotion. It was great. For like five minutes until it started growing back in.
Fen: You're not going to tell them about your chest?
G: The half of it that I shaved? No. But thanks for bringing that up at the end here. That didn't look as great. I just... but that point I was so over shaving and just stopped. It was the right half that I shaved. As long as we're telling the whole story.
G: All... you know, judgy-judge. You think we fight-fight? When was the last time we fought-fought?
Fen: I just think...
(pause)
G: No. What? Say what you were going to say.
G: But we don't. We don't, like, yell. Or make each other cry.
Fen: No. We don't do that. Usually.
G: So...
Fen: To answer the question, because for whatever reason I want to answer this one, we walk away.
G: He does do that. He's pretty good at it.
Fen: There are times when something is about to come to a head and instead of staying in the room and letting that happen, I will just... go.
G: Sometimes I'll follow him.
Fen: That's true. We can talk rationally after a while.
G: Just not in the heat of a fight. But, I mean... I think it works for us. He gives me the silent treatment for a while, not in a mean way, just in a, like, cool down way. It's pretty good. He's pretty good. Which I think is good for me because I believe he'd be a lot dirtier at fighting than I'd be.
Fen: I think you'd be pretty dirty.
G: Yeah?
Fen: Yes. On the rare occasion that a fight has, uh, come to a head, you've definitely said some things that cut deep.
G: I'm sorry.
Fen: (shrugs) I lived.
G: Well, I'm glad it's not a regular thing then. I'll walk away too, for the record, sometimes. He just seems to be better at figuring out when it's a walk-out situation sooner than I do. He's very perceptive. It's always the quiet ones.
Cause I am a stalker creep - 2, 14, 21, 23, 25, 42, 61, 67, 74.
G: We got more of these.
Fen: ...okay.
G: Come on, it'll be fun.
Fen: What could be more fun than divulging personal information about our sex life on the internet...
G: Exactly. Here we go. We got a bunch.
2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:
G: Good.
Fen: I'll agree.
G: Why?
G: No, why-- actually, yes, okay, why are you agreeing that it was good?
(Fen gets up to get more coffee)
G: Okay, well, I'll say that I think it was good because it was in the morning and that's always just great. Maybe not always. Sometimes it's kind of like, you know, I gotta be at work and-- but, I mean, I'm not a doctor or anything so if I end up being a little late that's totally fine--
(Fen comes back with coffee, stares at me, and sits down)
G: --because ultimately it's just coffee.
Fen: It was good because it was unexpected.
G: Huh?
Fen: The sex.
G: Unexpected?
Fen: Yeah.
14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:
G: I said Goliath.
Fen: You're still not over that?
G: No. I'm still not.
Fen: It was said with affection.
G: I'm sensitive about my size.
Fen: Okay, maybe...
(pause)
Fen: You like being big.
G: I do now, but, you know... I've got some deep rooted adolescent insecurities about being so big. Goliath.
Fen: Did you just roll your eyes?
G: No.
Fen: Yes you did. Are you going to write down that you rolled your eyes? For your little record there?
G: I didn't roll my eyes.
Fen: He did. For the record.
G: Maybe I did. My huge, Goliath-sized eyes.
(Fen rolls his eyes. For the record.)
21: How big is too big:
G: Okay, next question. Let's get this back on track. "How big is too big?" Jesus.
(Fen laughs)
Fen: Well?
G: Well... bigger than me.
Fen: You're the cut-off then?
G: Yes. I'm the cut-off. I think that's reasonable.
Fen: You're not small.
G: No. I'm not. Thanks, by the way. What other nice things would you say about it-slash-me?
Fen: It-slash-you has-slash-have a great personality.
G: Go on...
Fen: It-slash-you is-slash-are thick. In a good way.
G: Ha! Uh, thanks? No, no... Thanks-slash-hey!
(pause)
G: Just so we're all clear... I've definitely been talking about my penis here. The question is a little vague. We could have been talking about anything. I was talking about my penis, which Fen just confirmed on the internet as being thick in a good way with a nice personality.
Fen: I said "great personality."
G: Aww, thanks, babe.
23: Biggest turn on:
G: Mmm... hands?
Fen: Oh yeah?
G: I don't know... it's hard to pick just one thing. I like hands. I've been paying attention to hands more lately. Lower belly? Maybe that... like, low belly and hip region? I'm into that right now too. Dirty talk? White t-shirts?
Fen: White t-shirts?
G: Yeah.
Fen: Like the one I'm wearing currently?
G: ...yeah.
Fen: Huh.
G: What about you?
Fen: Scent.
G: Smells? That's your biggest turn on? What kind of smells?
Fen: Uh, good scents. Sweat. Skin. Coffee.
G: I smell like all three of those things right now.
Fen: And Old Spice.
G: It was on sale.
25: Worst possible time to get horny:
G: Doctor's office.
Fen: Funeral.
G: Yikes.
42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?
G: Once I used a tea bag.
(long pause)
Fen: What kind of tea?
G: Peppermint.
(longer pause)
Fen: How'd that work out?
G: Fine. But I wouldn't do it again.
Fen: ...what did you do with it?
G: Afterward?
Fen: No, during.
(pause)
G: Technically that wasn't part of the question. But I'll tell you later.
Fen: Fair enough.
61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?
G: Porn Star.
Fen: You could be Googled forever.
G: I'm okay with that. Listen, if someone wants to see this and they Googled this specifically to see all of it... that's on them not me. I feel like I'd have a market. Big guy. Hairy guy--
Fen: I'm kind of surprised that you're so cavalier about this.
G: There is some nice porn out there. I'd like to do nice porn. As a hairy man. I'd like to represent my kind.
Fen: I'd rather do porn as well.
G: Aww, we could do it together.
67: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?
Fen: Pretty comfortable.
G: I don't.
Fen: You wear briefs.
G: I do. I like the security. I don't know. Maybe I'm just used to it.
74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?
G: What's the formula for that? Hang on... let me look it up.
(I Google it)
G: Okay, first pet and first street you lived on.
Fen: I don't know the first street I lived on.
G: Okay, well... just make one up. Pick one. You've lived on a lot of streets.
Fen: Okay. Uh... Gogo Spítalastíg.
G: That's not a great stripper name.
Fen: I like it.
G: I'd be Dog Spencer.
(Fen laughs for a long time. It's kind of really cute...)
G: He's thinking. You should see him. He's, like, really concentrating.
Fen: Okay. One afternoon you were outside, in the driveway at your mom's house. With a bucket of that, uh, sidewalk chalk. You were drawing a lion. I don't know why. That. I was really into you doing that.
G: Oh my god. I remember that afternoon. That was because of the sidewalk chalk?
Fen: You were, focused, and... crawling around--
G: Why was I doing that?
Fen: You said that you'd found that chalk on sale. That was the only reason you gave any of us. You drew things in multiple driveways until the chalk ran out.
G: Yeah. No. That sounds like me.
G: You telling me that you were turned on by me drawing a lion in my mom's driveway with sidewalk chalk.
9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:
G: They love this question. You answer it this time.
(Long, tense pause)
Fen: Slow jams.
G: Ha! I knew it!
18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:
G: I weighed in on this the other day. What do you think?
Fen: I'd say yes. It's okay.
G: But not, you know, when sleeping with multiple people and casually and stuff?
Fen: I think if you know the risks and you make the choices you want to make and if you decide not to wear condoms and that's what you want to do, that's "okay."
G: What if we had a kid and you were telling our kid what to do?
Fen: That's what I would tell them.
G: You'd sit them down and say, "Okay, Legolas--"
Fen: Legolas?
G: Yeah.
Fen: I'd assume that if Legolas was making informed choices for him, or I guess her, self... then that would be... fine.
G: It's the phrasing of it being "okay," isn't it? That's what's got your dander up?
Fen: My dander is not up.
G: But that is it, right?
Fen: What did you say? To answer the question.
G: I said in a trusting monogamous situation it's fine and that in other situations I always would-slash-did.
Fen: But not for oral sex?
G: I liked this a lot more when we were talking about me being adorable and arousing with my sidewalk chalk.
22: One sexual thing you would never do:
G: I would not dress up like an animal.
Fen: Does Batman count as an animal?
31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut:
G: "Nut"?!
Fen: If I'm honest, I prefer to nut.
G: He's being really sarcastic. If you didn't get that. I can't believe you just said "nut" like, nut.
Fen: I don't see what the big deal is. Answer the question.
I'll just set this up like a transcript as best I can (but, I mean, I'm kind of a shitty transcriber... listen, I'll just do my best, okay?)...
9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:
G: I actually answered this one the other day.
Fen: You did?
G: I... sometimes say things on here. After a day or two I kind of regret my candor. Occasionally.
Fen: How did your candor compel you to answer this question?
(there's a long pause here -- Fen's drinking a glass of water and staring at me)
Fen: Well?
G: I said hair-pulling.
Fen: That is true though.
G: I know. Candor.
(pause)
G: What about you? You should answer too.
(long pause)
G: I'll answer for you if you want.
Fen: Go for it.
(long pause)
Fen: That's not true.
16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:
Fen: I like the "tried" part of this question.
G: Me too. I don't know though. My life's pretty vanilla.
Fen: It isn't as vanilla as you think it is.
G: Uh, really? Like what? No, I'm being totally serious, what's like... weird?
Fen: Didn't you have sex in a church?
G: That's not a weird sexual act.
Fen: I feel like for most people it would be. Setting as part of the act.
G: What about like... foot stuff. You ever done any weird foot stuff?
Fen: I'm not really into feet.
G: Balloons?
Fen: No.
G: I'm trying to think of stuff I've seen on that TLC weird sex show. Why is this so hard? Okay, okay, uhh.... one time, I had sex while wearing a Batman mask. Like, the whole cowl and everything.
Fen: (Just laughs -- for kind of a long time)
53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not)
Fen: Yes.
G: Okay, but why though?
Fen: Why?
G: Yeah, that's the follow up.
Fen: Because.
G: You're not great at this.
Fen: Answer then, do you like giving head?
G: Obviously I do.
Fen: Ha. Okay. Why?
G: ...because?
58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)
Fen: Go ahead and answer, Hawke.
G: Yes. I own a few... sex toys. We do. Technically they're yours too, Fen. You can't be in my family and not, awkwardly, be given the gift of sex toys on a fairly regular basis. Actually, come to think of it, we've got quite a stock pile at this point. But, a lot of it we've never even taken out of the boxes or anything. It's, it's my family. My mom started doing that thing where she goes to parties and sells sex toys to groups of ladies (mostly ladies)... she just gives all of us things. I don't know... how many different kinds of prostate massagers does a person really need?
Fen: Is this what you do on tumblr? You write things like this?
G: Sometimes. If they ask. Seriously though, that one linen cabinet is pretty much just un-opened sex toys.
Fen: I know.
G: What if there's a fire or an earthquake or something and our place is destroyed except for this one, like, terrifying cache of sex toys? What will the neighbors think of us?
These are so serious! These are like... political statements. Okay. Well. This one? Ugh. This one. Yes. Sure. As soon as we start throwing around things live EVER OKAY, I mean... I don't use condoms a lot these days. I still do. Sometimes. I mean, we do. You know what I mean. It's just us, long term, nobody else is in the mix, so... yes.
Now, were I a single man about town having sex with people I wasn't in a super serious, unabashedly monogamous Till-We-Die-As-Old-Men-Together situation? I'm of the mind that you should always, ALWAYS use a condom then. This is the first time I haven't been a stickler for condoms (he says as though he has like such a breadth of experiences...)
Except for oral. I know, I know... you should. But does anyone actually do that? I'm seriously asking. Does anyone use condoms for blowjobs??
Do you like how I turned this into a question? :)
41: Have/would you ever had a threesome?
Uhh.... I'd never say NEVER, but, it's not really where we're at.
In the past? No, not a real one. Not a like, sex one.
3, 9, 14, and 27? Or just any one of those if you want. : )
3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:
Oh, I like this one. I mean, there are so many but, okay, Aragorn. Like, he could kill us a rabbit and skin it and I could cook it and then we could have dinner out-- Okay, no, nope. I'm going to stop there before I write myself into a fan-fiction in which I have sex with Aragorn on Weathertop.
Would I be a Hobbit in that scenario? I don't know how I feel about that.
Ugh. Why did my fan-fiction start with skinning/eating a rabbit?! What's wrong with me?
9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:
Honestly, it really doesn't take much. Have you met me? A well turned pun can get me going. Also, a little hair pulling. Lately it's been a little hair pulling.
Why am I answering these?
14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:
Goliath. :(
27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:
Hmm! The WORST? I'm sure there are worst things than this, but I tried to initiate sex once while The Sound of Music was on in the background. That wasn't great. Not a very sexy choice.
How did you become a Barista? Are there any interesting horror stories from your first attempts to make "Five Dollars worth of Heaven"?
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magesmagesmages asked:
Hey Gare-Bear! I wanted to know, before Sebastian did you have any big crushes? If so, who were they and what were they like?
I lumped these two together because I feel like they're linked.
Okay -- let's be totally real about my sad-sack life... before Seb I had nothing BUT crushes. I had crushes on EVERYBODY. One time, in the fourth grade, I had a crush on a girl. For like a day. I found out recently, through very strange happenstance, that the girl grew up to be Bela's friend Aveline. So. I mean, as an adult I'm pretty sure Aveline's not my type.
Pretty sure.
In high school, there was a guy on the soccer team that I was embarrassingly in love with. He was in a band (it was a hopeless situation) and I'd go to the local events that he'd play at (like grocery store grand openings and one bar mitzvah) and kind of skulk in the back. He talked to me one time. He asked me what I thought was going to be on a Kafka oriented mid-term in English class and I said, "bugs and stuff."
In college I needed a job. And there was a coffee shop on campus and they were desperate for an employee willing to do a lot of the grunt work and I was that grunt. Tom worked there. And he was super smart and super talented and super my type and an amazing barista. And I loved coffee and was like, hey, teach me your ways and he did. And I was not a quick learner.
Interesting training stories? I made things that were truly, wildly, not fit for human consumption. I had this idea for a garlic mocha.
I'm just going to let that sink in. Garlic. Mocha.
But, uh, yeah. Tom? I was like... okay, I was dating Seb at the time but, now that I'm older and wiser and have distance and shit... I can seriously tell you that I had the hugest most painful crush of my early life on Tom the Barista. Sigh.
Gare-bear, if your dad could meet Fen, what do you think he would say to him?
I don't have a short answer for this but I also don't think should write, like, a novel here or anything. Really? I kind of think about this a lot. I've thought about, you know, when they would have met-met. Like, "Dad, this is Fen, Fen this is Dad," and I think Dad would have been way smoother about the whole affair than Mom actually was... because he was a pretty smooth operator in general. Charming. Like... he could have taught a master class in charming.
Just randomly something'll happen and I kind of play over in my head how it'd be different if Dad was there. Holidays, birthdays, graduations, big stuff... but also just like, all of us hanging out in Mom's yard or cooking or, like, on a lazy Saturday if Fen and I are just at home doing nothing and I'll think about what it'd be like for Dad to just call. Or text. Or show up unexpectedly with a six-pack and a half a cow worth of red-meat and declare that he was going to be making use of the grill for the next several hours... and then for him to cook on the grill... and then for him to clean our grill and really clean because if Dad learned any really American thing in the years that he lived in this country it was the importance of proper grill maintenance.
I didn't think about that kind of hypothetical for a long time. I do it now. It's okay now. It doesn't hurt to think about that now... if anything it's kind of nice. Sad but nice.
I do know too that Dad was a big hugger. Worse than the rest of us. He was a Bear-Hugger through and through. He'd lift me. He'd lift Carver, who now is even taller than I am.
So, sometimes, randomly, I'll think about Dad Bear-Hug-Lifting Fen and as much as I know I'd have immediately been concerned about like, you know, his back and stuff... I still like to think about it. Because it's maybe one of the most adorable things I can think of. Ever.
Wherever there is a Golden Girls marathon, we're there.
He was so dubious at first. I had to agree to watch some really, soul-killing depressing documentaries with him as a bargaining chip in the beginning... but he has absolutely warmed up to the Girls. And who can freaking blame him?!
He has even, on occasion, laughed out loud. I think Dorothy really strikes a chord with him.
Initially? From Carver who left a browser window open on my laptop (which, when I opened it up in public and was greeted by not just porn but GIF'd porn... so it was like Harry Potter moving-picture porn... of ladies... and other ladies, gave me quite a little shock).
There are, however, tags that are more relevant to my interests.
But, yeah, Carver. And his porn. Because it really has permeated more aspects of our lives than I think any of us even realize.
Today, May 15, 2013 I'm 29 and Fen is 33 (but I swear he doesn't look a day over 32 -- ha! No, I'm lying... he's a vampire and he doesn't age).
Over the course of today, I was called Sir twice and Hon once (and Big Guy once -- but that's neither here nor there) by a collection of strangers. I think statistically that means I must be tipping towards permanent Sir-dom (which, I've thought for a long time, is the equivalent of being called ma'am... sort of?).
1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?
I had to come up with a scenario to think this one through. Okay. Okay. Here's the scene. I'm in the kitchen with Andy--
Okay, I picked Andy for this because, you know, we do talk about our feelings and stuff. But, like, not that often. Not really. I mean... not never. Actually probably more than I think. I don't know. I picked Andy because I feel like there are other people in my life I talk to about my feelings all the freaking time.
Okay, so I'm in the kitchen with Andy, and in one case, I need to tell him that I'm mad at him--
Not that I really get mad at Andy that often. So, fine, for the sake of this scenario, let's say that I'm mad at Andy because... oh. Okay, I got it.
So I need to tell him that I'm uncomfortable with him dating/whatever-ing my sister.
Because let's be real for a second.
Let's just be REAL for a second.
Andy's older than me.
That is fact number one.
What would be the other side to that? Oh, god, would it be that he's really into my sister? That's a feeling. My baby sister--
Oh, god.
Okay, I think I would RATHER have him look me in the eye. While he told me. Stuff.
I'm fairly non-confrontational.
And I've been told that I'm not great at making eye contact.
5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust.
Hmm.
Trust? I think.
But I love a lot. I kind of don't know how to stop doing that. It's kind of a problem. It's kind of my thing. It's air. How am I supposed to breathe with no air?
Love. I think I'd rather have love. And I think me loving someone means that I take that cold awful risk of trusting them... and just hope that I'm right for doing that.
7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?
Can I choose to not be hurt at all? I choose that.
But, uh... I mean, it's the same guy. Who gets all my love and all my trust. Unless there were two of him. One that got all the love and one that got all the trust. That's weird. Like two of him? Would one be good and one be evil?
Nah. They'd both be good. And sarcastic. And they'd both still eat all my fruit and not be great at turning off the lights when they leave a room.
2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?
Okay. Truth be told, I can never stay angry for long. My anger-muscles are weak and under-developed. And, like, there have really only been a handful of times I've gotten really (REALLY) seeing-red, tearing-up-phonebooks, lifting-cars angry in my all my (29!) years of living. But I get over things. Or I start internalizing them and blaming myself. Sometimes I just forget to be angry... because, like, there's pie or something. I mean, pie can make me forget.
The last time I was really angry though was really embarrassing and petty. Well, maybe not petty. I don't know. Both Fen and my mother caught the flu this year and I was trying to pick up a prescription for him and it was one of those things that snowballed into a shit-show in public with people waiting in line everywhere and, like, insurance shit and the whole time I'm there and he's at home and I'm like, he's really sick... I got mad. At a pharmacist. In front of a lot of other people who were also either sick or taking care of someone sick.
It was bad. I maybe cried in the car car afterward.
That was a dark day.
I'm going to need some pie.
4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?
I've thought about this before. Actually repeatedly. In high school, I wrote an essay about this very idea. Honestly? At this point, I don't think I'd tell any of them.
I think I'd just make a much more concerted effort to spend all the time I could with them, go the places that we could go that we haven't yet... that kind of thing. I'd say I love you a lot. Too much. And then they'd start to get suspicious.
I'd eat everything. I'd get massive. French toast every morning. EVERY. MORNING. How much french toast weight could you gain in a month? I would gain all of it.
Would I be afraid? I think I would have been, like, a few years ago. I think I would have been because I felt like I hadn't done anything yet. In the last couple of years though, I don't know, the last couple of years have been really, really good. Better than I ever could have hoped for. I don't know, if I went out now, I could do it knowing that I really got to do something important. Life stuff. It makes me think of something my dad told me a long time ago... why he'd be okay if anything ever happened. Why he was fearless in a way that, at the time, I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around. I kind of hated what he told me, I fought that for a long time. But I get it now.
Not that I'm ready to! I mean... like, no.
In my high school essay, which was very maudlin, I told everyone. A lot.
6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?
Have we met?
You know I'm going to save that freaking dog.
I can get another job.
Done.
Also, I'm an excellent swimmer. For whatever that's worth.
1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?
2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?
3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?
4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?
5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust.
6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?
7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?
8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say?
9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not?
10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?
11. Does love = sex?
12.Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not?
13.When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?
14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite/same sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?
15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?
16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them. Who were they to you?
17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why?
18. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?
19.You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision?
20. Are you old fashioned?
21. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?
22.Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?
23.If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?
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