Yeah, the problem with Nice Guys is that they only see women as either romantic or sexual prospects, not human beings with individual desires and life goals. Why would I even want to be friends with someone who saw friendship with me as an unworthy thing in their life?

Seriously, I mean, I may be in a relationship, but outside of that I always made it crystal clear if I wanted to fuck someone.

"It's a monumental overask to expect women to be gentle with the egos of men who only feigned friendship in order to get laid."

I assumed having ink in general would get me a fair amount of attention, but never did I think people would so brazenly just touch my skin like I'm some sort of animal in a petting zoo. More and more I've become entirely unwilling to even explain to people what it means, especially uninked people who likely are just…

I used to do really intricate ink drawings of armor and medieval weaponry. I can't say eyes were ever bat in my direction for it.

Especially because they are behind you, you can't even see them reach to stop it! It's not hard to say, "Hey, your tattoo looks interesting, can I see it?" instead of reaching like a toddler or rudely saying, "What does that mean on the back of your neck? What language is that?"

My visible tattoo is located sort of at the base of my neck and between my shoulder blades, for some ridiculous reason people think they can just touch it, move my hair to see it better, etc. I've also had people grab my upper arm while I've waited in line, touch my hair, all sorts of crazy shit.

You mean a world where complete strangers don't follow me for two blocks and into the coffee shop to ask me out or touch the back of my neck to ask what my tattoo says (because they can't read Hebrew)?

I've met Creepy Delivery Guy before, he insisted that I wanted to go to dinner with him sometime when he was delivering my food at 3am and even tried to step into my building. When I then felt extremely uncomfortable ordering from anywhere new where I wasn't familiar with the delivery staff (a reasonable feeling after…

HAHAH. I didn't want to laugh but I did.

That makes a lot of sense, she is pretty good now but will sometimes still go on the carpet if she's left home alone. I think she was a street dog for a while, or was abused, but nobody at the shelter was entirely sure of her history.

My little chi is also a rescue, but she made it to FIVE being completely un-housebroken and un-spayed. I have no idea how she survived, but with some training and a hell of a lot of love she went from a scared little animal to a silly, spunky love bug.

I would say that is a good place to start thinking about life plans together!

I'm in my 20s and my partner is in his late 30s and we've discussed it a bit, not to the point of "hey, should we get married" but in general in terms of what we want and when we would like to be at that point. I think it takes years to truly get to know someone, but there is no harm in discussing and thinking.

Skin I cannot help with, since all I wear is a little bit of concealer and powder (lucky genetics) but oh man, oh man, the nail colors they have right now are fabulous. I scored the holiday reds collection and I'm currently dying over all of them.

And they better tithe at least 10% of their annual income to the church! I think no meat on Fridays is only during Lent though, I've never seen it referenced for any other part of the year for Christians.

Hehe, well, he writes a webcomic (Secret Vespers), and when I was but a young magnolia blossom I stumbled upon it via A Softer World. I was a faithful reader from the beginning, and eventually began following him on Twitter. One September 10th, I replied to something he tweeted, we began talking, and on a snowy…

I have no intention of attending any of my reunions, but it is somewhat fascinating how many people who disliked me in high school now regularly blow up my social media because I became a relatively successful fashion model (ie I can pay all my bills with it).

Oh no! I was sick around the 20th but really thought I fought it off, probably being on the Greyhound for 8 hours and then waking up at 6:30 the next morning for a fashion segment on the news (the station is roughly a mile walk from my apartment) is what did it for me. Feel better!

I physically look like an Elf, I'm very tall and slender/willowy and I have sort of weird facial features, but personality wise I just am not cool, calm and collected enough to be one, haha. Too many emotions.