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I've been told several times that women don't include hook ups in their number. A woman with one boyfriend who had 10-one night stands will say her number is one. They also don't count blowjobs. Men don't include prostitutes in their number. a Veteren who had one girlfriend, 10 one night stands and screwed three hookers in Thailand will tell you his number is 11, not 14. I’m still a virgin, anon ” |
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https://www.mamamia.com.au/how-to-online-date/ @cobra-ak Holy crap, its like the female version of Cobra! View Quote Sex is the whole purpose of hooking up Women have options just like guys do The options are on steroids with cellphones |
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Everyone should read that. The behavior she describes is not unusual for women on dating apps. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes |
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Everyone should read that. The behavior she describes is not unusual for women on dating apps. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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https://www.mamamia.com.au/how-to-online-date/ @cobra-ak Holy crap, its like the female version of Cobra! If you wanna talk about walks of shame, try hobbling around the office for a week after being overzealous with your vibrator. |
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She is a rather extreme example due to the number of guys she was juggling at once. But her behavior is not unusual. Until you have a conversation about exclusivity, both men and women should assume the person they have just started dating is seeing other people. it's the norm now. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) View Quote |
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The Apaches were engaging cavalry for the most part - not infantry. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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You sir, are a paragon of both good genes and long term thinking in the model that propelled western civilization all the way to the moon. But, evolution is more of a numbers game and it is never as clear cut as you or I would prefer. Warriors raping and pillaging is the norm across the history of civilization, from the Babylonians to the Hutus and Tutsis. How many people across the world have Mongol or Hunic DNA? The debate of quality over quantity is age old and deserves constant revisiting. Spartan vs Persians Roman Legionnaire vs Germanic Barbarian Apache Brave vs American Infantryman Redcoat vs Zulu US Marine vs Viet Cong RLI Trooper vs ZANLA guerilla M1 Abrams vs T72 Curahee's son vs 6 welfare flunkies Mobile Infantry Trooper vs Arachnids That is an amazing list, think about each in the context of how you heard of them and what the eventual outcome was or will probably be. I hope to have a beer with you sometime this year. |
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) |
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) |
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and "talking to" means fucking, has for a while. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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both men and women should assume the person they have just started dating is seeing other people. Yes, I can agree with that, but juggling multiple fuck-buddies while dating someone who you might want an LTR with is just nasty. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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Beats me, hon. It's kinda like BigFoot: I hear lots of stories, but I never seem to encounter one in the wild. Maybe I just radiate some kinda saintliness that causes evil to flee and hide. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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God's truth, every word. I'm pretty tolerant of eccentricity and my life has immeasurably enriched by knowing some people who are, quite frankly, as weird as a two-headed dog. Yet, I do not know, IRL, any men like those who typically author and populate these LBAW threads, nor do I know any women like these men portray women to typically be. If these creatures actually do exist - other than as an exercise in creative writing - then they truly deserve each other, male and female, alike. |
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) |
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A finely tuned bullshit meter and an inability to suffer assholes does that same thing. You know, if the saintliness theory doesn't work out. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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God's truth, every word. I'm pretty tolerant of eccentricity and my life has immeasurably enriched by knowing some people who are, quite frankly, as weird as a two-headed dog. Yet, I do not know, IRL, any men like those who typically author and populate these LBAW threads, nor do I know any women like these men portray women to typically be. If these creatures actually do exist - other than as an exercise in creative writing - then they truly deserve each other, male and female, alike. Everyone saying they don't know anyone like that is in denial. |
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Quoted: Or dont be any of them. View Quote I also found the "STDs not common in white girls" post pretty funny. Only STD I ever got was from a girl I met on Tinder who had a bmw, good job, her own place etc etc. What a fun time that was. |
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Kinda impossible if you want to get laid. You will wind up getting burned, taken for a ride whatever that's life. I also found the "STDs not common in white girls" post pretty funny. Only STD I ever got was from a girl I met on Tinder who had a bmw, good job, her own place etc etc. What a fun time that was. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
Quoted: Or dont be any of them. I also found the "STDs not common in white girls" post pretty funny. Only STD I ever got was from a girl I met on Tinder who had a bmw, good job, her own place etc etc. What a fun time that was. I have been lucky with the girls I have barebacked with |
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"Anal means I keep my virginity, right? " View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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I've been told several times that women don't include hook ups in their number. A woman with one boyfriend who had 10-one night stands will say her number is one. They also don't count blowjobs. Men don't include prostitutes in their number. a Veteren who had one girlfriend, 10 one night stands and screwed three hookers in Thailand will tell you his number is 11, not 14. I’m still a virgin, anon ” She’d handled more wieners than Oscar Meyer but considered herself a virgin. |
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) |
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) Those guys are doing no thinking except with their small head. |
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More like think with the brain rather than the dick. Those guys are doing no thinking except with their small head. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) Those guys are doing no thinking except with their small head. |
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How exactly would you ensure that a woman who you have decided to ask on a date does not have any fuck buddies, hasn't recently hooked up and isn't dating someone else casually? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) Those guys are doing no thinking except with their small head. |
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) Those guys are doing no thinking except with their small head. |
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So you can tell in three dates if she's seeing someone else casually, has a fuck buddy or hooked up last Saturday night? There's married guys getting cheated on that don't find out for years, but you can tell if a person you barely know is sexually active or not in a few dates? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) Those guys are doing no thinking except with their small head. |
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Kinda impossible if you want to get laid. You will wind up getting burned, taken for a ride whatever that's life. I also found the "STDs not common in white girls" post pretty funny. Only STD I ever got was from a girl I met on Tinder who had a bmw, good job, her own place etc etc. What a fun time that was. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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FB #1 was my top guy, the one I was at the greatest risk of developing actual feels for due to the fact he was totally unattainable and wrong for me in just about every imaginable way, including the fact he’d been in trouble with the law (why must that be so HOT?!). Therefore, I contacted him the least of all and told him I didn’t see a future with him. Naturally, it only made his FB brain go crazy and he pursued me relentlessly. Oops.
FB #2 made my lady parts feel good when I looked at him, but my brain hurt every time he spoke (he once referred to OCD as “OSD”, insisting it was “the same thing” and informed me there were 357 days in a year). I called him whenever I was horny or needed to take a break from my vibrator. In two months of seeing him, I think we exchanged a total of one hundred words. FB #3 didn’t really do it for me physically, but was a powerful lawyer who ordered me around in a way that both pissed me off and turned me on. I kept him around for Friday night dinners (which inevitably turned into Fifty Shades Of Grey-style romp sessions) and sexting when I was bored at work. He also proved helpful when my flatmate wouldn’t pay her share of the rent. FB #4 was the classic nice guy – cute and sweet. He perpetually complimented me, then apologised for complimenting me so much, and texted an inordinate amount of smiley faces. Irritatingly, he was the least stimulating, and so I mostly kept him around for when 1, 2 and 3 weren’t available and treated him like a time-filler. Which he loved. FBs #5 and 6 were both terrible at thinly veiling the fact they were just there for the sex, so I often made a game of secretly playing them off against one another. I’d text them both “R U DTF?” (that’s “Are you down to f*ck?” for the non-millennials) at the same time, then tell the slower responder out of the two something had just come up. (Pun intended.) I also regularly flaked on our “catch-ups” (FBs NEVER refer to them as “dates” for fear it’ll ignite the baby-making hormones in the woman’s head and send her into crazy-bride mode) and treated them more like mates than love interests, avoiding displays of affection in public. (Because, another fear of the FB is that expressing any hint of humanity will result in his ultimate undoing.) Those guys are doing no thinking except with their small head. |
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Desirable men get taken to the cleaners by their manipulative wives all the time. It's sad to me that I have to spell this out but my point is that you will meet all sorts of people in life. You will meet good men, bad men, good women, bad women, you'll get taken advantage of, shit happens that's just life. If you want to date you will meet good and bad women etc etc. So if you are all worried about whether or not some chick is a secret manipulative whore or whatever (or that some guy is a liar, player or what have you) then you will wind up self-sabotaging and missing out on opportunities. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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