I always called it the penis pointers.
I always called it the penis pointers.
You're like an "Ender's Game" veteran!
I think the holidays have a lot of personal/precious situations that expose the flaws in a shallow or fading relationship. I dumped a short-term guy right before moving into my new apartment because I couldn't stand the thought of him and his annoying habits all up in my new home, so I can kind of understand not…
Wow, after 20 years! But mutual breakup is definitely the way to go. And family support is important.
Holy cow! Dropping off the face of the earth is THE WORST. But wow— that FB announcement really twisted the knife. This internet commenter salutes you, brave veteran!
Black leather boots! Year-round. Dressy or dressed-down. Ankle to knee height. Flats to platform heels. But always black leather boots!
Same! My boyfriend and my boss know I Google everything, but haven't figured out how to do the same themselves. I'm tempted to refer them to Let Me Google That For You. LMGTFY
That was my first thought, too! I just got engaged and had to reject the idea of wedding band to fit our puny budget, but I would gladly sacrifice dinner service so that my guests could just get drunk and watch Puddles the giant sad clown.
I can relate to that! As a latina, I have never dated a latino man and, despite the occasional mutual physical attraction, was never able to get beyond the cultural misogynistic upbringing. I know not every latino man is like that, but now that I am engaged (and it just so happens he's white), I guess I am forever…
I wear Lip Tar (so stainy!) in red or fuschia fairly often, and I worry way more about trying not to stain Mr. Wombat's face than he does. He would (and does) gladly walk the mean streets of Philly covered in bright pink lip prints.
Ugh. Sounds like they were both gross creeps.
Agreed! I mean, I can see why it would be awful for the people who go into it wanting or expecting each person they meet to be "the one" and then being let down. We figured that shizz out! Go us!
I'm the same way! Thanks to OKC, I'm recently engaged to a wonderful man I never would have met in a bar (because he doesn't drink!). I would recommend it to anyone; before becoming a soulmate-finder, it found me museum buds, new restaurant co-tasters, concert companions, arms to hold at haunted houses, and pumpkin…
I would say ~1 hour is more normal for a first meeting. It sounds like if an internet suitor is hanging around for 3-4 hours, they're probably trying to run down the clock (or at least run out of public places to continue hanging out) until you have no choice but to invite them home with you.
It's amazing that you say that because that's how I always felt about Stand Out from A Goofy Movie. It is entirely composed of cliched phrases, and I always thought that therein lies its genius.
Me too! I was such a pensive/dreamy kid, I don't think I formed any memories before recent years— and I think it's because I was honestly just not paying attention.
When I watched the first Hunger Games movie in theaters, the woman sitting in front of me was OUTRAGED— outraged, I tell ya! (and incredibly vocal about her outrage)— at all the violence, especially between children.
Ummm... You would think the intro text alone would have spurred her to walk out, but no! She stayed…
I always have nightmares after eating pizza or quesadillas for dinner and always attributed it to the cheese! I didn't know other people had cheese nightmares too!
Retro comic book Superman and Lois Lane. ;P
I also don't have a car and have been on a ton of OKC first dates this month. What I do is arrange a first meeting for happy hour. It's perfect— public place, 2hr cut off, ends before sunset, a drink takes the edge off social anxiety. Ice cream is good too— can't eat that cone forever, but you could certainly talk…