Do you know how terrified I was dating in my early 20s without a college degree (I dropped out of high school, attended some juco but ultimately survived by my wits and latent talents), a car, a job that didn’t pay much more than minimum wage. Who could possibly see me as attractive? This is the thing that sucks for…

The thing is, there are men out there who genuinely don’t give a shit about media driven standards and have no delusions about their ‘status’. My wife and I have both fluctuated in weight from 150ish to 220 something back down to 160. Neither of us spend much time grooming, although I shave my face more often than she…

I am thankful for the time when my Dad called me out on my vindictive behavior following a breakup and told me nobody likes assholes and I was acting like one and although he wanted to see me happy he didnt know how I would be if I didn’t let things like breakups go.

Thank god you worked this through before you ordered the pizzas.

I honestly don’t get how you write about food but have some the weirdest goddamn hangups of anyone who purports to enjoy food.

Please tell me you never invited her over again.

It just makes it total non starter for being around them, the same way that people who treat servers like shit make you never want to go out to eat, its embarrassing and reflects poorly on how much you enjoy food.

Some people don’t have taste and its aggravating because they want to be included in things like going out but they don’t revel in it the same way at all.

Being held hostage by the whims and fancies of children is one of the best reasons not to burden yourself with children.

Its mind boggling to patronize places that have their servers do shit I feel is demeaning. Johnny Rockets is another.

And it’s one of those reasons why I can never be religious. The rank hypocrites who do things completely contra to their supposed beliefs is so repugnant.

By this logic I am a super hot guy cause I don’t need to impress anyone and I date whoever the fuck I wanna date. The people I wanna date have to click and while looks are an aspect of that the most fun gfs havent been determined by looks either by me personally or by society.

“Point blank, love your son’s mouth. UP ON ME. High five me, cmon!”:

If the husband doesn’t divorce...I mean fuck...if he does...yikes...

Spamming is okay, but so is not playing a poorly designed game where specific types of things rob both parties from a challenge and enjoyment.

My wife said of this picture:

I used to love doing the dishes by hand because it was a serene time to myself.

I lived in an apt built in the 1910s before dishwashers were accounted for in the build.

OMG, PINBOT. I couldnt remember the name of it for the life of me. Loved that game and it made me a fan of pinball ever since.

Meanwhile I just finished the CRM upgrade at my non-profit employer and my employment hasn’t looked secure as it is now. Generalist with people skills, go go go.