Hey, its Ncham9, or just Nick.

I'm currently 18 and live in the U.S.

I love talking to people, the more varying the better; even though apparently the slightest bit anti-social.

There's not an awful lot to me. Pretty simple guy.

How to get a guy to love you:

Cook for him. May have the added effect of reminding him of his mother.

Get his mother to like you. This goes without saying.

Wear his clothes. It makes him feel desired.

When you kiss him, pull him by his shirt. Let him know how much you need him.

When you walk past a group of people with him, grab his arm. Show that you want people to know that he's yours.

When he wants to be alone, kiss him on the cheek and leave. Make him realize how much he wants you to come back.

Always tell him exactly how you feel. Because he'll never be able to guess.

Tell him he's an ass when he is. This way he knows when he isn't.

When you argue, apologize first. He'll always think he's right anyway.

Most of all, make sure he knows that you love him back. He's probably even more scared than you are.

Bury Me With Sailors

"I've played a lot of roles in life;
I've met a lot of men.
I've done some things I'd like to think
I wouldn't do again.
And though I'm young, I'm old enough
to know some day I'll die,
and to think about what lies beyond,
Beside whom I would lie.
Perhaps it doesn't matter much;
Still if I had my choice,
I'd want a grave,mongst sailors when
At last death quells my voice.
I'm sick of the hypocrisy
of lectures of the wise.
I'll take the man, with all the flaws,
Who goes through scared, and dies.
The troops I knew were commonplace
They didn't want the war;
They fought because their Fathers and
Theirs Fathers had before.
They Cursed and killed and wept...
God Knows
They're easy to deride...
But bury me with men like these;
They faced the guns and died,
Its funny when you think of it,
The way we got along.
We'd come from different worlds
To live in one were no one belongs.
I didn't even like them all;
I'm sure they'd all agree.
Yet I would give my life for them,
I know some did for me.
So bury me with Sailors, please,
Though much maligned they be.
Yes bury me with Sailors, for I miss their company.
We'll not soon see their likes again;
We've had our fill of war.
But bury me with men like them
Till someone else does more."

Author Unknown

The Value of a Life Chapter 7 has been redone.