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The Classic Lover
40% partner focus, 23% aggressiveness, 45% adventurousness | Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that:
You prefer your romance and love to be traditional rather than daring
or out-of-the-ordinary, you would rather be pursued than do the
pursuing and, when it comes to physical love, you concentrate more on
enjoying the experience rather than worrying about your performance.
This places you in the Lover Style of: The Classic Lover.
The Classic Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and is the
closest it comes to the classic images of the princess in the tower, or
the romantic and chivalrous knight, or the hero/heroine from a Disney
film. The Classic Lover is a treasure to find, though it can be
difficult to do so because they sometimes tend to be shy and/or
difficult to successfully court.
In terms of physical love, the Classic Lover again can be shy,
and often needs more in terms of emotional security to feel comfortable
than some of the other Types. Given the right setting, and the right
lover, the Classic Lover can be a delight in bed.
Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Romantic Lover (most of all) or the Devoted Lover, or the Liberated Lover.
Congratulations!
If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also, you
might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in
the following:
Nerds, Geeks & Dorks
Professional Wrestling
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
America/Politics
Thanks Again! -- THE LOVER STYLE PROFILE TEST |  |
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 12% on partner focus | | You scored higher than 5% on aggressiveness | | You scored higher than 27% on adventurousness |
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| sleep...the curse |
[09 Dec 2005|11:08am] |
hello britty,
i am rubbish,
i sleep too much,
but it's still not enough,
so i sleep more,
and let you down,
of all times,
when it is cold dark and you are on your own,
iamrubbishiamrubbishiamrubbishandiloveyouandimsorry
robin
xxx
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| all these community's... |
[25 Nov 2005|04:43pm] |
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i really would like to join them, ohsoturbo and such, but they want regular people who regularly post, and sadly thats not me, i've little to say to people i don't know, not in a mean way i just don't like to pretend what i have to say is intresting enough to appeal to goodness knows who. maybe thats why i don't ahve any friends...well i do, but i havn't spoken to them in months.
in lighter news we all got a bollocking for not knowing our ensemble songs today at the academy, but im still happy, i've got a packet of chewits, plenty of tobbaco, and best of all the prettiest creature in the universe calls herself my girlfriend and im seeing her in under two weeks, so bollock away, my spirits remain high.
lots of love
robin
p.s
what does quixotic mean?
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| go away days... |
[13 Nov 2005|06:10pm] |
come on hurry up and bugger off so i can fly to california and pounce on britty...silly days.
xxx robin xxx
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| i love her |
[06 Oct 2005|07:22pm] |
falling in love is quite unlikely most of the time, but it sneaks up and suprises you (in a lovely way i hasten to add) when it happens because it happens so naturally, it's just there.it's not alwyas sought after, it's not expected, but it wraps its arms around you when you need it most and tells you everything will be alright.i didn't ask to be loved, or to fall in love, and thats what makes it amazing. i was standing outside the window, watching everyone inside playing and living their lives and being happy, i couldn't invite myself in, i wouldn't know what to do with myself, feeling detatched and without a place with the rest of the world i prepared myself to stand outside forever, but i girl with the prettiest face i'd ever seen came outside and asked why i was standing in the cold. i explained as best i could but she quickly saw it for what is was and told me to stop being so silly and took my hand and brought me inside. as i followed behind her and she turned round to smile at me, i realised that people on the inside could get lonely too and it wasn't just an act of charity, at that moment i realised she needed me as much as i needed her and it wouldn't matter wether we were inside or outside anymore, we had eachother and we were happy.
thank you for being mine, and letting me be yours, i love it, and you,
<3
robin (man-ho of a lipstick queen)
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| a new computer for robin |
[04 Oct 2005|07:05pm] |
oh frabjouse day callouh callay! a bit of hassle to get it, that blind child plauged with leprosy would just not let go, selfish bastard. but it's mine now, a little blood stained and im probably going to prison for multiple child murder (he had friends/witnesses) but thats not important, i have a computeter it's on the internet (till i move) and im not leaving this room im going to stare at my new screeen and melt, melt like a witch in water damnit. no more neglected britty, never again.
fuck, i drank all my coffee, isn't it a shit when you forgoet you've already drunk it all and you go to finish it off but it's GONE!!!
WHY DOES GOD MAKE US SUFFER SO??? oh yeah, original sin...fucking arrogant god not wanting us to be clever. maybe i am god's true human because im thick as shit when it comes to being clever but it doesn't stop me being friendly...hmmmm, i really should get people to send me money for being un-tainted by original sin...hehe i bet some silly buggers would and all if i was convincing enough.
DON'T TRUST THIS BOY HE'S EVIL>>>>>>>>>> robin xx
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| sleep tight bunny girl |
[26 Sep 2005|03:36am] |
im off to jeamland to sleep away the nite, signing for next years house tommorow, it's a nice place next to a train station and the house next to us is a brothel, but unfortuantly it's several tens of thousands of miles from modesto which sucks...
good night britty, goodness i really should start being mean to you so you like me more:)
some other night perhaps, tonight i still think goods thoughts of britty.
lots of love, robin
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| innocent |
[25 Sep 2005|07:01am] |
i don't cause any harm,never have i made a descision through malice unless that malice was directed at me. i should be the happiest fucker in the world, i, the guiltess robin shall rule this world of sinners haha. alas i think the sinners will gang up and stab me,and refuse to be ruled by such a hippy.bloody sinners...need a good kick in the arse...gosh i feel like a corpse with too much life for it's own good..."go to sleep mr corpse, back to the peaceful ground", "i can't go to the ground just yet, this corpse has made a promise, this corpse does not break promises"
this corpse loves somebody, death isn't an option just yet xx
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| whiskey and its side effects |
[24 Sep 2005|07:18pm] |
a night of tears,grins and a pc with a death wish for mr robin last nite. my dad and me watched the secret life of tom thumb, which was more darkly beautiful and sad than i remebered, it's what art should be.we'd been drinking whiskey and eating pringles and my dad told me that and oxygen mask attatched to a helium cylinder was most peaceful way to die, and how he'd almost drowned/frozen to death when a car he was in went off a bridge in the middle of winter.he said he really didn't care, he was trapped under the water just thinking "oh well, thats it i suppose" i hope it's peaceful like that when i die. he told me how when my sister died she was so scared and choking unable to breath and how horrible it was see someone so frightened and not being able to help them, i started crying and he told me he didn't want me to worry when he died and that i need make sure my little brothers are ok.i hugged him for a while after after the terminator had finished, poured another whiskey and went on the internet to meet britty. felt like a warm blanket for the soul had come upon me and i felt happier than i had all day, which is the usuall effect of a britty on a boy im sure, the computer was evil and must be punished for it's crimes against our conversation...grrr, was exeedingly drunk but somehow i've always got a core of clarity to my thought despite how much i've drunk these days, it's very frustrating because it means anything stupid i said was still my fault. i was very sleepy, and almost asleep on the phone to a poor sicky britty, i was probably such a boring conversationalist...
love xx
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| lost for words |
[23 Sep 2005|06:25pm] |
i shouldn't be lost for words, there's enough happening in my life, starting drama school, moving out to fend for my self, family's broken to 'ickle bits, adorable britty's to whome i can show my tits, all sorts, but i just don't feel like passing judgment on it all, more like letting it wash over me like some metaphorical bastard river and enjoying the warm water and hoping i don't get bashed in the head by the logs of misfortune, and hope that i can swim around with britty and enjoy the water together sometime soon. and we can always get out and light a fire on the shore if the water gets too cold and watch the stars for a while drinking whiskey, and smoking and watching the stars for a while, sleep in eachothers arms and go to sleep, so we're ready to swim downriver some more when we wake up.
lots of love
robin (who found some words after all) xxx
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| i overslept my nap... |
[22 Sep 2005|11:51pm] |
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sugar and fuck! only meant for a brief doze before going online, and slept through till almost midnight, what a bunch of furry bollocks...sorry britty...not only have i missed my pretty britty but i had a dream about my brother and his fiancee starving to death in a hotel room they got trapped in which was not at all pleasant.
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| happiness ensues |
[22 Sep 2005|02:24pm] |
something about feeling shit in the morning makes me extra perky when it's gone. feeling rather pleased with my self having just written a song about 4 dimensional time devouring spider gods. oh fuck, stephen king already did that, what a bastard, oh well, i bet he didn't write a soundtrack to the langiolers (spelling??) anyway so it's a slightly new idea...i want to play it to people but no-one's here, alas.
love to all, even dickheads this time but only while im happy, they can fuck off and die when i get grumpy again xx
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[22 Sep 2005|11:19am] |
mornings are my worst time, especially when like just now i've had the first dream for ages.it was intresting seeing some old friends in dream land, but then my ex-girlfriend appeared in my cousins house and started showing genuine sympathy for the hole in my chest despite her new beau. fucking dreams, im sure it was just trying to help, but it bastard well didn't.mornings are the furthest times from when i can speak to britty, which doesn't help their case at all. therefore i have no alternative but condemn mornings to a slow hanging by the neck until dead for being a grave contamination of what may be an otherwise lovely day, and they make you feel guilty for smokinh in them, bunch of fuckers...
lots of love
robin xx
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| a journal, on advice from britty |
[22 Sep 2005|02:16am] |
what to say, what to say?
i have knowledge but no vocabulary to share it.i'd recently vowed not to touch a relationship with a a ten foot stick for the rest of my days, but like most im weak and hopelessly drawn to the happiness they bring.i think love is like a burning ship of bliss on a course for the island of pain and rejection. so once on that island you fight your way to the quay and buy yourself another one way ticket to pain and rejection.so it goes, and so it shall go for eternity. humans keep moving, to stay still is to stagnate, and to be abored teh blissful ship is the happiest a person can be, i just hope this ship doesn't sink or arrive at some terribly frightning island, because im tying myself to the bastard rigging me hearty's, i'll burn to death in it's enchanting flame 'afore i set foot ashore.
love to all (except the dickheads)
robin xxx
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