Happens to my Wife occassionally when she runs around the city. She comes back and laughs at the stories, confesses that she enjoys that random guys find her attractive, and confirms that it is not an attractive thing for them to do, however.

I've found that the "work to live, don't live to work" matra serves me quite well now. I've found a zen-like place of being comfortable telling my bosses exactly that. I'm willing to give the job what it needs, but when it encroaches on my life, I'll begin to look elswhere.

It's so very easy to simply ignore anyone trolling your life, but I wonder about future (or current) employers, community groups of which he may be a member, etc. finding this stuff and it actually impacting his livelihood.

I can honestly say I was part of a fraternity that didn't do any ridiculous hazing. I have some great friends who did ridiculous things, and I wonder how I would have reacted to some of it. Methinks I would not have completed the pledge process.

And it's to this comment that I admit wanting to be on the receiving end of that. Alas, the Wife is not interested in experimenting to see if she is capable. I've never had a desire to give, though.

I found myself nodding throughout this post, thanks. I'm still too nervous to even pick up a .22 when my friends go shooting.

This sounds like a fantastic evening. I'm glad you've found some people you can talk reasonably (I assume) with about these topics. I love "controversial" discussion, but find that many don't have the patience for it.

My Wife doesn't know whether to laugh or be offended. She doesn't like Dr. Pepper, anyway, so she shrugs.

This was my experience, too. I never wanted anyone else to use the Stick on me either. Some of that and ibuprofen were a way of life at the time. Maybe too much ibuprofen.

I yearn for it to be on HBO or Showtime, though.

Grimm seems like it should be on cable.

This is the first I've heard of Drake's music. I get the impression the studio version is better?

Loved it in a hurts-so-good kinda way. I feel like I'm going to do something wrong with the foam roller and actually cause more damage.

I LOL'd at the matching sweaters.

I told her about the Stick (used it while cheerleading in college) and she found a roller that you put under your calf, for instance, and use your body weight to knead out soreness. Said the store mentioned the Stick as useful for "detail" work. I prefer the Stick.

This threw me as well.

Sweet Mercy ... delicious-sounding.

She was just starting to get sore when we got home. 10 miles today. Longest she's ever run at once. She was feeling down because he weight has gone up since she started training, but she doesn't like the muscle-weighs-more-than-fat answer. Then one of her training friends said her ass looked great and she was feeling…

Maybe my mother's rule of try everything twice before you decide doesn't ALWAYS work ...

I feel like I might need multiple encounters to decide if it was "insurmountably bad". I am in favor or figuring out sexual compatibility early on, however.