Re: Why guys are not that private
UZ
I am a keen observer of human behaviour 
Re: Why guys are not that private
you are Keen and mean , both man
we like to combine both words and call you that but that sounds little rude
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Shaid makeup ky baghyr woh ajeeb si lag rahi thin,(koi bhi bari afat qisam ki shy nahi thi) BTW in logon ky bary main bhi suna hy ky,“burqa pehan ker data darbar jati hain”
Re: Why guys are not that private
you are Keen and mean , both man
we like to combine both words and call you that but that sounds little rude
Lagta hy tumhary bhi GS mode ship sy chal chalo ky din nazdeek a giy hain:D
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X2 TLK bhai bhai
kis dushman nay aag laga’i
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Kam as kam main ny nahi tumhary hi kertoot hain:wink:
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jee main drama dekh ker handi pukaati hoon 
journal main likhnay say pehlay ussay mitta deti hoon
aap ilzaam luga he nahin saktay warna 
Re: Why guys are not that private
you are Keen and mean , both man
we like to combine both words and call you that but that sounds little rude
aik dafa yeh sentence main bhe kissi ko kaha tha :D
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awwwwwwwww tou kinni changi aunti vein 
aur aik hai meri ammi jin ko kabi kabi das baar awaaz maarni parhti hai k uthiye handi ko pani lagana hai …
ilzaam lagaya to kiya meri shaadi kar do gey 
Re: Why guys are not that private
you are Keen and mean , both man
we like to combine both words and call you that but that sounds little rude
why would namkeen sound rude? plus that nick is already taken.
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I think Tillo ko yeh rude nahi mean laga hy:faizy:
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ume api app nay 22 blogz likhay or mujhay aik bhi perhanay nahi deya 
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Let’s see:
Keen + Mean = 
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yeh kahin kmen tu nahi hy typo shuda:hmmm:
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shayed like u cant share Everything with everybody
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There is a reason why some people have private blogs..you can share stuff with everyone..so you chose few you can trust. Plus writting is very theraputic..sometimes unleasing thoughts..worries..or fears..helps. Sometimes..it,s just random..fun stuff.:)
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we just talk a lot 
well, i’ll speak for myself :halo:
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aunti ko salam - jaldi waqt per pukka ker deti hoon gye
mera itna damagh nahin kharab howa keh saza ko jaza buna doon 
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Long But Xplains it all:
*The Difference Between Men and Women *
Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six
months?"
And then, there is silence in the car.
To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.
And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together?
Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.
And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.
And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.
And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.
And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...
"Fred," Martha says aloud.
"What?" says Fred, startled.
"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)
"What?" says Fred.
"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."
"There's no horse?" says Fred.
"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.
"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.
"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says. (There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)
"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.
"What way?" says Fred.
"That way about time," says Martha.
"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
"Thank you, Fred," she says.
"Thank you," says Fred.
Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.
The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.
They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.
Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?" And that's the difference between men and women
Re: Why guys are not that private
can someone summaries the whole thread ?