"The Person Below Me" Game

[Penthesilea]

Half true. I love going on vacation, but I was never long enough away from home to enjoy coming back. Vacations are always too short. The exception from the rule: when I go on a trip without my family (approx. once in every 5 years), I love coming home.

The person below me is flying more than two times a year on average.

[moremojo]

False. I haven't flown in over twenty years. Confession time: I have a nearly paralyzing fear of flying, despite the fact that I have done so maybe five times in my life. So I become a bit like Ennis--not much of a traveller.

The person below me has sang professionally in opera.

[DeeDee]

Not even in the shower.


The person below me likes red wines.

[Lumière]

YES! 


The person below me listens to Billie Holiday and Nat King Cole songs ..

[Katie77]

I dont have any Billy Halliday, but I do listen to Nat King Cole...I like all the oldies....my favourite is Johnny Mathis.....so smooth.....

(By the way, I have oftened wondered, is Johnny Mathis gay?)


the person below me hears a love song, and now relates it to Jack and Ennis

[ekeby]

(By the way, I have oftened wondered, is Johnny Mathis gay?)

yes, famously so . . .


No, don't automatically associate a love song with J and E . . . or anyone, really . . . .

the person below me has listended to Morgana King records . . . .

[sparkle_motion]

I have no idea who Morgana King is.

The person below me has left graffiti on a bathroom wall.

[Katie77]

yes, i have when i was a teenager, I remember using my lipstick to draw a hear and the intitials of the boy i was "in love" with at the time......


the person below me can remember the name of their "first love"

[ednbarby]

True.  I can remember the name of my first crush, even: Teddy.  We were four.  I can still see his face just the way it was, clear as day.  Big, big, dark, dark eyes, eyelashes about a mile long, black, and thick. Thick, black eyebrows.  Thick, brown hair.  Beautiful face.  We would sit on the floor in one of our kitchens, playing in silence for hours.  Our mothers later told us they never saw anything like it.  I never saw him again after the age of five.  The name of the first boy I ever kissed was Frank (if you don't count Kirk, who grabbed me and kissed me while I was tutoring him in spelling in the second grade).  I was 13, he was (gasp) 17.  The name of my first love is Mark.  I was 15, he was 16.  Most passionate love: Joe.  I was 22, he was 24.  Last love (so far): Ed.  23, 29.  Now 41, 47.

The person below me can remember the first phone number they ever had.

[cmr107]

You mean like the phone number of the house you lived in when you were born? No, we moved from Arizona (where I was born) to Illinois when I was nine months old. I don't even know the area code for that first house.


The person below me is a very busy bee these days.