It's like you just know he has a soul patch and wraparound sunglasses.

He just looks so dumb. Just so, so dumb.

It's almost like relationships are made up of individuals who are all built with different needs and interests and so no one relationship style works for everyone... but that's crazy talk!

And don't forget the dozens of mass graves found near Iguala alone during the search. Ya me canse.

IF ONLY! it's more like waaaah waaaah I'm so drunk I screwed up blah blah kri kri

Oh yeah. Extreme food fussiness always means they are shitty in bed too, in my experience.

I read Infinite Jest. It sucked.

lol, environmental determinism! it's sooooo-o-o-o-o-o deep, you just don't understand...

When I was single, one of my many dealbreakers was: "Have you read this amazing book? It's by a guy you've probably never heard of, his name is Malcolm Gladwell."

I think we're just becoming more aware of them as we get older! Those men love me, I am their MPDG, but luckily I am in a very happy relationship with a non-bore and so I just get the occasional late-night drunk text from exes.

STANDING OVATION

Oh, man. I dated so many men like that before I met Mr. Aging Hipster. They would behave atrociously, and I'd stay with them because I was younger and more tolerant of shitty behavior. Then I'd get fed up with them and break up with them, because I would be capital-D Done, like the sight of them made me vaguely…

You are currently my favorite person in the world.

*standing ovation from Toronto*

I had the same issue. I concluded that the writer of the story just wanted to lovingly describe a man's chest. She doesn't seem to me to be the most.... fulfilled type.

No, I told him to get the fuck off me and shoved him off. He was really shitfaced and seemed to me like he was just itching to get violent. I'm still furious with myself for not having involved someone from the airline though - I found out later that what he was doing was likely a felony.

well yeah and the last time I dressed semi-nicely on the plane (jacket, leggings, boots) I fell asleep and woke up to some shitbird's hand in my fucking crotch. Fuck that.

Seriously, I travel alone all the time! I only do carry-ons, I'm always in a huge stupid rush, I always look like nine miles of bad road, and I never get pulled into secondary. I am beginning to think I just have excellent flying privilege and need to check it before I piss somebody off.

oh my god I sat next to Linda on my one and only business-class flight. She was on her way to the Golden Door, and on our flight together she downed four double vodkas on the rocks in two hours. It was amazing.

Anecdata: I'm a woman and I travel alone all the time and never get selected for extra screening! Maybe it's the airports we run in. or something. Of course, I'm always dressed like a hungover slob because screw those early morning flights.