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Never again will I think I'm being shallow. Ik. At least the sex was hot - now if I had just gotten a bag for his head (not that one, the other one!) And he snored like a rhino OK I'm done |
WOW, from sheik to geek you actually let him sleep over? DAMN! |
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I cant be bothered. shallow. |
urine stain, no. white denim shorts, no. faded black turtleneck, no. all together? my god. I once fooled around with a guy whom I didn't find attractive because he wanted to and I wanted to see what it was like. (it wasn't good.) so now I'm exclusively dating cute guys but I want even more. |
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Gee, if you go for the holographic doctor I think the man may still be available, but remember - urine stained white denim shorts which are too small. |
however...as oblivious as i claim to be to looks, i can get suckered in just like anybody else. when i was in my teens, i got the crap beaten out of me for refusing to date the local preacher's son. we'd recently moved down the road from a rural church that had about 20 members. the congregation was very peculiar. they'd say "hello" by saluting people. anyway, the PK (preacher's kid) was absolutely clueless. a nice enough kid, i suppose, but he seemingly hadn't heard of anything outside of his church. also, he liked the color pink, so he wore an awful lot of second-hand pink clothes--the kind of clothes you couldn't believe anybody had ever purchased the FIRST time around. so here's the basic picture: you've got a homeschooled kid wearing overly tight, mismatched pink clothing; he had crooked teeth & a wild shock of chronically dirty blond hair (there were various hunks of stuff in there that i'd try to identify when sufficiently bored). he worked at wal-mart, which is all he could talk about. he'd recently made his way to the big city (population 5,000) & scored a job at wal-mart. "you can't BELIEVE those city people," he'd tell me. "they're something else again. they just ain't livin' for the lord, y'know?" anyway, my stepmother was hell-bent on my dating this creature. i had enraged her by dating a jewish kid. at the time, she was on one of her big anti-semitic kicks. i'm of mixed ethnicity, which includes being half jewish. anyway, after she adopted me, she didn't want me polluting my own bloodline by adding even more of a "jewish stain" to it. she finally got so angry over my refusal to date WASP-boy that she just ambushed me, beat the shit out of me & told me to date him, or else. so i dated him. he was exactly the type of know-nothing schmuck i'd always predicted him to be. after an exciting date of being cooped up inside his family's stuffy, stinking trailer (parking on his mom's couch for what seemed like a decade & being handed his baby pictures over & over) i thanked him for a wonderful time & got the hell out of dodge. later that evening, i hitched a ride into town & showed up on my jewish date's doorstep. we ended up hammered on PGA, screwing on top of a pool table. while i was undressed, the boy kissed the bruises i'd gotten from the beating. he was so sweet, in an evil, scruffy sort of way. he died a few weeks later in a car crash. of course, WASP-boy survived. he grew up, took over the little country church, & will quite possibly live forever. they always do. |
It is good you didn't marry the preacher's son. He'd be alive and you'd be miserable. It is good you had sex on a pool table. WASP boy will never have sex on a pool table. You did the right thing. Doesn't that feel good? |
thats me (minus the glasses at the moment) http://members.tripod.com/accustat/wafflephoto2/page3.html |
WASP-boy will likely never have sex, period. i think of some of the guys my family tried to get me to date & it gives me the fucking willies. they got on this kick for a while where they wanted me to date "manly" men (as opposed to the brainy types i prefer). so they started fixing me up w/ he-man types. it was horrible. each one was more stupid than the one before. anyhow, i still tend to favor guys who are a bit odd-looking around the edges...but there's a limit. there's odd-looking, & then there's just plain horrendous. urine stains on tight white shorts is probably pushing into the horrendous category. saw a guy recently (i think i might've mentioned this here already)...a stranger. he was very, very heavy-set. he had long, perfect, flowing blond hair & piercing blue eyes. somebody nearby whispered, "look at that fat pig." i didn't see any fat pig. i saw a guy who looked like a fucking angel. his face was so beautiful. i wanted to talk to him, but didn't. that whispering fool couldn't see that the guy was handsome, just because he had some weight on him. but hey, as long as people keep adhering to dopey guidlines about what constitues attractiveness, there'll be a larger pool of people for me to choose from. so let people keep on rejecting others because they don't look like movie stars. that's cool. that leaves a lot of spare, unclaimed ass running around. & you know, that's not a bad thing. |
I would say to you 'baby got back'. OK I'm done now. |
http://members.tripod.com/accustat Hey RC, have you seen it? I think i made it after you left, give it a go to see the waffles and his miss's mugs and other "art" photos.... thanks for your patronage! |
Crimson, are there more people like you, and where??? (Because they sure as hell don't live here) |
believe me, having more people like me around might not be a good thing. i'm a gentle soul, but i'm also fucking insane. but you might've guessed that already. anyway, the reason that there aren't more people like me around is because all the other folks like myself are busy burning in hell. still, getting back to the whole issue of looks, i DO feel that far too many people are overly quick to judge others concerning their appearance. i've seen a lot of guys cry (i know, they're not supposed to do that) over being emotionally wounded by insensitive women. i've also seen the reverse of course, & the same thing happens among gays as well. what i'm saying is that this kind of bullshit happens across the lines of race, class, sexual orientation, religion or any of our other traditional, socially accepted reasons for despising our fellow humans. so, if there's anything i can stress during this yuletide season, it's that people, in general, are petty, shallow assholes. but you don't have to be, nor do i. the next time somebody's hurting over an unkind comment, give them a hug, even if it's yourself. but watch out for those guys in urine-stained shorts. they're actually incognito agents of the bavarian illuminati. handle them carefully. |
objectively, to other people. All I see is his love for me, and the patience and kindness with which he cocoons me from the world. (But he always has clean underwear.) |
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still, thanx for the comparison, i think. anyway, the truth is that i'm not exactly a sunny, perky, happy-go-lucky apostle of kindness--but i try not to be a complete jackass, either. somewhere in between the two extremes is a reality i can deal with. surface-level, bullshit "kindness" is no substitute for a deeper, inner grace. yes, i'm a complete monster, but i like finding other monsters to love senseless. i've always loved the concept of being a friend to the friendless. then again, there are a lot of psychic vampires out there. they'll suck you dry & leave you incapable of loving other, more deserving targets. & i hate that. i hate that there are people out there who can turn love into a dangerous business. taetia, i can understand what you're saying. definitely. & as ever, that clean underwear part is crucial. i'd spout a few more joyous platitudes here, but i can't think straight. i've got a raging chest cold (or something, possibly even impending flu) & have got a head full of meds. doubtless, i will be thinking kind thoughts about my fellow man as i wheeze up what's left of my lungs. |
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and what is it about "...I don't wear panties.." that is so god damn titilating? |
anyway, j, you've sold your underwear? *grin* been there, done that. pantyhose & bras, too. surprising what some guys will pay for such artifacts. i used to sell a lot of worn stockings/hose/shoes to foot fetishists. a weird market, but it used to bring in some cash when i really needed it sometimes. saw a site recently where people were selling used kotex online. now, there's a specialty market... |
Here's a weird story. My cousin told me at XMAS that he and a group of his pals in upstate NJ used to drive by this guy's house with yer foot out the window - shoes off - only a sock. Anyway, if the guy was in, and interested, he'd flash the lights in the house. You'd go up his driveway and the guy would come out and say 'show me what you got' and you'd have to roll up yer pants and show the guy yer socks (BTW only males, no girl sock!). Then, if he liked them he paid you $5 for them. This is how my cousin and his friends made extra cash, selling used socks to this pervy man. Though as far as perversions go I think this is pretty tame, plus it was at least profitable for my cuz. Czarina, don't worry about the days you're panty free. The only accident you need worry about then is a visit from your aunt flo. Crimson: Psychic vampires? Would you like to meet all my exes at once or just one at a time...? |
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Perhaps I will shit on his coffee table in protest of these emails - hee hee |
your first couple posts about him here do not make it sound like he's the one who dumped you, though. I've been sour grapes lately too. monday I was driving around with a girlfriend and she was being really nice and I was saying stuff like, "well, he didn't have a very strong jawline, either." |
FYI - I am sure his jawline was an excellent reason to kill the love. |
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I mean, you meet a guy. he likes you. he wants to take you out and stuff. you're not super into it. but you're willing to consider. the three possible outcomes are: you end up liking him more. do you really want to like him more? I mean, what if you pay attention to the all the problems you saw in him in the first place? are those really going to go away? will they get even worse over time, when he's no longer trying to impress you? you end up liking him less. waste of time. you end up continuing to feel nothing for him. why bother? I'm going to drop this whole "well, let's just try it and see what happens" line too. it doesn't seem to work. |
Usually the fellers are all about me so well hay they like me that's a good sign but yes the reasons I'm not interested off the bat always reappear later on: too depressed, too needy, too much in need of someone to save them from themselves are favorites. No way man, 2000 is a whole new Dinner Lady. One with less icky boys I pray to God. And no I won't email him back. And yes it's the same guy. Ack. Embarrassing - duh. My girfriend said to me "Why is it when you're a woman you can't just say 'Look I just wanted to have sex - sorry you don't mean a lot more to me.'" |
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