Sample (from the comments):
"I don't think C gets enough credit. Sure, C doesn't love you. C isn't about love--C is about thrills. C hangs around in the bad part of town. C knows all the gang signs. C has a motorcycle, and wears the leathers everywhere, and never wears a helmet, because that would mess up C's punked-out hair. C likes to give cops the finger and grin and speed away. Mention that you'd like something, and C will pretend to ignore you; the next day, C will bring you one, no questions asked, and toss it to you with a you-know-you-want-me smirk that makes your heart race. Where did C get it? "It fell off a truck," C says, putting away the boltcutters. You start to feel like C doesn't know the meaning of "private" or "protected": what C wants, C takes. This excites you. C knows how to get you anything but safety. C will give you anything but commitment
In the end, you'll leave C, not because you want something better, but because you can't handle the intensity. C says "I'm gonna live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse," but you know that C can never die, not so long as C is still the fastest thing on the road.""
When people ask me why I prefer Ruby over Perl, I generally ad-lib something like this:
"Perl is kinda like that girl you dated back in high school; she was pretty at the time, but you were less knowledgeable and the pool of possibilities was much smaller. You're always glad to hear she's doing well, but that doesn't mean you want to get back together. Instead, you now have this gorgeous Japanese girl named Ruby that you met in college... she's really flexible, in ways you didn't even know Perl could have been."
Strawberry came over yesterday without notice. While what I thought were Cuban cigars in her hand, weren't cigars at all. They actually had more uses than you could shake a stick at, so to speak. She has virtually no rules and no boundaries. We have great conversation, as long as we don't talk for too long. But our nights together are beyond belief. She's really easy to get to know -- and everyone spends at least a little time with her, but frankly you probably don't want her to meet your mother.
Jessica on the other hand calls me before she comes over. And before she heads over she asks what I'd like to eat. I wanted pizza on this night, and she got my alltime favorite pizza. We had some great conversation about why Pi really isn't, and took a long walk on the beach. She's the type of person you could spend your life with. Sure, every relationship has its share of problems, but with her you know you could work them out. Because despite the fact that she does have morals, principles, and rules, she is flexible and always evolving.
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Sample (from the comments): "I don't think C gets enough credit. Sure, C doesn't love you. C isn't about love--C is about thrills. C hangs around in the bad part of town. C knows all the gang signs. C has a motorcycle, and wears the leathers everywhere, and never wears a helmet, because that would mess up C's punked-out hair. C likes to give cops the finger and grin and speed away. Mention that you'd like something, and C will pretend to ignore you; the next day, C will bring you one, no questions asked, and toss it to you with a you-know-you-want-me smirk that makes your heart race. Where did C get it? "It fell off a truck," C says, putting away the boltcutters. You start to feel like C doesn't know the meaning of "private" or "protected": what C wants, C takes. This excites you. C knows how to get you anything but safety. C will give you anything but commitment
In the end, you'll leave C, not because you want something better, but because you can't handle the intensity. C says "I'm gonna live fast, die young, and leave a good-looking corpse," but you know that C can never die, not so long as C is still the fastest thing on the road.""