That was the part that was so confusing to me...just how are the dressing rooms set up so that an 'imposter' is even as issue? I mean...are they really communal? Because that's the only way I can see how anyone COULD spy if they wanted to. Otherwise, even if someone wanted to creep (and I know and recognize that…

I think they must have a lot of guys going on hormone therapy and growing breasts so they can harass women in specialty lingerie shop dressing rooms. It's what's known as "the long con". It's not like they can just go anywhere at any time to harass women. For those guys it's convenient because they also need to buy…

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yeah because THAT'S what I'm worried about while orgasming. Hand mirrors.

YES! This. All of this!

I was bummed; so not only did I have sex with an asshole, I had sex with a dumbfuck asshole. Insult to injury.

I gave up on online dating pretty quick, but I did have one incident where, after combing through creepy message after creepy message, I finally got a message from a guy that seemed fairly reasonable. We chatted a bit, he seemed sane and funny, and I thought, why not, lets get coffee, what the hell. But then it came…

I have too many stories but they are really long so here is a short one from a friend:

There's the time this discussion happened. The guy had nice pictures, was tall, handsome, educated, successful (according to his profile). So I was surprised when his opening message to me was this:

Ok, so several months ago— out of fucking NO WHERE— I started getting a metric shitton of squirting questions. One day, boom! All squirting, all the time.

Back in college, I contacted a guy living in my town on MySpace because I liked his profile. He responded and after a couple of days, we decided to meet up for drinks. I was in no way looking for anything serious so when he suggested we go back to his place, I said sure.

Well, there was the time my little sister thought it would be funny to make me a dating profile over at farmersonly.com. I didnt know about it until I googled myself during a job search and found something about how much I enjoyed mud slinging and pig wrassling.

Pissing contest? Please, I have a whole blog dedicated to how Online Dating Is Literally The Worst.

sh sh shhhhh bb hush now however much u drank was the exact right amount

it happens a lot now, and it seems like people have explained it to you- it's so weird to watch old shows and see half empty planes. an early episode of the x files has mulder and scully each with their own row and i'm all LOL NOT ANY MORE, 90S.

Well my flight was only an hour so no meal. And to be fair they had free liquor too, as well as other snacks, but it was a morning flight and bananas were the only non junk food snack.

Right. Heterosexual, cisgendered, happily married man in his 30's who definitely felt the, "Every girl's friend, no girl's boyfriend," shit in high school/college.

Although, for the record, I only mocked a few people.