What should I do? I love three girls at the same time!

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No joke, and they all remind me of each other too. They all have the cutest sense of humor and also similar voices. And the same sweet smile. A couple times I called a couple of them the wrong name and they thought it was funny... I was lucky on that one. This is why it hurts so much to say goodbye to any of them.

Love? How well do you know them? Have you been in a relationship with them? I couldn't love someone until I'd gotten to know them intimately. Maybe you just like them?

Anyway, if they are all the same, then it should be fine to just have one. Why have three of the same thing?

Pick one, and introduce the other two to me.

By "love" I'm not gonna lie... yes we all had "relations" different weekends if you know what I mean...

Here's another issue though: my parents don't really know about any of this, and I don't want them to know. I feel kind of embarrassed that I tend to fall for "cute" girls and not "tough" girls. My family values masculinity and macho but these girls are all still in high school (I finished at the beginning of June) and have some growing up to do.

Oh, you are not 48? Anyway, you shouldn't be at all embarrassed about what type of girl you are attracted to. You don't have to follow in your family's footsteps, in fact that wouldn't be a good idea if you were just pretending to like someone because you thought your parents would approve.

You need to try and concoct a polite way of inviting them ALL over for an orgy some night. This will do wonders in abolishing Aspie stereotypes if you record and disperse the resulting footage!

I know what love is, and so I don't need to bother girls with my special hobbies.

Let me clarify my last post. I am NOT interested in bothering my girlfriend with my hobbies, social issues, etc. My romantic life is sort of an escape from all my family issues, school issues, etc.

I know, I changed my profile age to 48, get over it. Not to be funny, but because people often tell me I seem much older than I am (not based on looks, but the way I act). And 1964 was one of my favorite years.

Why 1964?

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