Those 3 little words...Follow

That can make or break a relationship. You know the ones, "I love you."

I was talking with one of my friends who was in a relationship and within the first two weeks, one of them was saying "I love you" to the other. Of course the other ended the relationship fairly quickly after that as in "it's going too fast."

So, in your own relationship, who was the first one to say that and how far along, in your opinion, should the relationship be before you chance saying those words?

For me, Mr. Thumb said it first, about a month after we got together. But then again, we met and eloped within 3 months after we started dating.

It was a few weeks after the soon-to-be and myself hook-up. She dropped the bomb in the sack one night and never took it back. I figured I better hold on to her. Course we were friends for a while before hand.

Met In January, started humpin in June, living together in July, 3 years later, I purposed. Wedding this Oct.

Statisicly speaking, I'd expect the divorce to take just as long.

Meh, you say what you've got to say to get into the pink as long as it's not a proposal.

I said it first about a month into the relationship, she reciprocated shortly there after.

Say it when you mean it or when you ***** up royally.

Whichever works best.

I was the first to say it, during the first weekend we met in person. Which was after a few months of all night phone conversations and the like.

She waited a month before returning the sentiment, mainly because she wanted to say it to me in person and we only saw each other about once a month or so.

I think it varies from relationship to relationship.

With my husband, it was about two months into the relationship.

With the guy I dated before that, it was about two weeks in.

I never regretted either. If you love someone, you gotta tell them. Even if it's too soon and they break up with you, you need to let them know. Don't set yourself up to regret anything.

Then again, if you think you feel it, give it a little while to make sure so you don't look like a fool when, a week later, you realize you were just caught up in the moment.

Sex is always more intense when it is cold, functional and slightly aggressive.

and there is german industrial music blaring in the background!

Awwww, BT.

There was someone I dated that we tried to keep things on a very casual level, but the sex was just phenomenal. I always had a policy of never saying I love you during the throes of headboard-induced concussion sexcapades, but an I love you from me came out. He said it that same afternoon in a very romantic way during some downtime love-making. It was only after that that I realized how people can get their emotions tied up in some good sex.

Edit: Why the hell am I having such a hard time with quoting today?

Edited, Mar 29th 2007 4:08pm by Thumbelyna

This is why I dig sleeping with married women, because they usually feel too guilty and obliged to their spouse to burden me. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm terrified of going through another heartbreak so I choose emotionally unavailable partners. Whatever the case, this past year has been physically satisfying, but has probably eroded the last bits of my virulent soul.

I was the first to say it in my current relationship. About 3 months in. We're now almost a year in.

I never think it's too soon if you really mean it, and I'd never be freaked out to hear it from someone I thought really meant it. Even if I don't return the sentiment, I am always moved to have someone be open with me and feel comfortable enough to disclose something so personal and risky and I always respect their feelings without giving them any false indications of regard greater than I feel.

Current relationship, I said it first, but that's because I'm impatient and couldn't wait to see him before saying it so I broke down while chatting online, hahaha. I suck at restraint. We've been together about 7 months now.

Nexa

Hey, my revelation occurred before I got married. Mr. Thumb's been my one and only for the last 10 years.

A few summers ago, it was a very hot day in NYC and I just gotten off work and had a long walk to Penn Station. It had to be near 100, humid, and I was wearing a shirt and tie, it was brutal. The only good point was that the girls were all walking around in the skimpiest outfits. I was hot, sweaty and my neck hurt all at the same time. I went into a nice Irish named pub along the way and I ordered a Guinness. The place was well air conditioned and unexpectedly crowded. The Guinness takes a while to pour and the bartender did it perfect, down to the shamrock on top. Finally, after much anticipation I had it in my hands and I took a long, smooth quaff. It tasted so good, satisfied my thirst and relieved that feeling of being overheated all at once. A feeling of peacefulness settled over me and I looked at the glass and said “I love you,” then after putting it down, I noticed the shamrock on top now looked like a heart. That was special moment.