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I'm coming up with a plan. Thanks for all the advice. Still don't know if I have the guts to execute the plan, though.
Slap her bottom and tell her to make you dinner. Chicks dig getting abused. I have a half dozen or so ex's that prove the point.Alpo said:Dear all. I'm in deep trouble and hope you can help me out of it.
You see, my girlfriend complains to me that I treat her as an equal. Instead of an equal I should treat her as a woman. Since I'm indoctrinated by Scandinavian Socialism and Feminism I'm unable to treat her unequally. Gender is a social construction and all that.
What should I do in order to find my inner masculinity? Should I drink more beer? Maybe buy a car? Place her into a harem?
Is that your pedo face?That person said:
Herman, Helena, Christopher ???vamrat said:I wonder what we'll name our kids? Any suggestions?
My personal favourite is "Barsanuphius".Melodist said:Herman, Helena, Christopher ???vamrat said:I wonder what we'll name our kids? Any suggestions?
HaralambosAlpo said:My personal favourite is "Barsanuphius".Melodist said:Herman, Helena, Christopher ???vamrat said:I wonder what we'll name our kids? Any suggestions?
This really touched my heart. I hope I have Tums. I've always wanted to write a romance novel, and I'm interested in buying the rights to your story. I'm thinking something like 50 Cases of Steel Reserve. Interested?vamrat said:Last night I think I fell in love with the late-night-gas-station-attendant-lady. I went in there to grab some beer because if my brother came home and we were out he'd literally flip a brick. When I went up to pay to the usual guy he decided to play cupid and set me up with this little goddess of love. He said to me, "she can help you over there" and that is where it all began. She gave me this look and my heart melted. Her gentle doe-like eyes had a bored expression like maybe it was later than she'd like it to be and just really wanted to go home. In my heart I knew that it was me she wanted to go home with. I still remember the first thing she said to me, she asked if she could see my ID. I understood. A girl has to be careful these days and wants to make sure that the guy she goes out with is legit so I showed it to her. We made some conversations. She asked me if I'd like a receipt and I said no thanks. Up to this point everything could just be passed off as coincidence but she told me that she wants to see me again! Her exact words were, "have a good night. Please come again."
I think I might have finally found THE ONE! As soon as I get home I am going to cancel my plans of watching The Outlaw Josey Wales with my friend and I am going to drink up all the beer so I have to go and get more. If I see her I'm going to ask her to marry me. I've even got a ring. It's a beautiful one I found in the graveyard down the road from my house. I'm sure she'll swoon when she sees it and throw herself into my arms.
I wonder what we'll name our kids? Any suggestions?
What are we talking about for royalties? 10%? If so, I'll go back and propose to her tonight!ZealousZeal said:This really touched my heart. I hope I have Tums. I've always wanted to write a romance novel, and I'm interested in buying the rights to your story. I'm thinking something like 50 Cases of Steel Reserve. Interested?vamrat said:Last night I think I fell in love with the late-night-gas-station-attendant-lady. I went in there to grab some beer because if my brother came home and we were out he'd literally flip a brick. When I went up to pay to the usual guy he decided to play cupid and set me up with this little goddess of love. He said to me, "she can help you over there" and that is where it all began. She gave me this look and my heart melted. Her gentle doe-like eyes had a bored expression like maybe it was later than she'd like it to be and just really wanted to go home. In my heart I knew that it was me she wanted to go home with. I still remember the first thing she said to me, she asked if she could see my ID. I understood. A girl has to be careful these days and wants to make sure that the guy she goes out with is legit so I showed it to her. We made some conversations. She asked me if I'd like a receipt and I said no thanks. Up to this point everything could just be passed off as coincidence but she told me that she wants to see me again! Her exact words were, "have a good night. Please come again."
I think I might have finally found THE ONE! As soon as I get home I am going to cancel my plans of watching The Outlaw Josey Wales with my friend and I am going to drink up all the beer so I have to go and get more. If I see her I'm going to ask her to marry me. I've even got a ring. It's a beautiful one I found in the graveyard down the road from my house. I'm sure she'll swoon when she sees it and throw herself into my arms.
I wonder what we'll name our kids? Any suggestions?
Hmmm... I'm going to need to use some artistic license with the beer. I like the play on words you can get from "Steel Reserve"... alluding to your courage in putting yourself out there, perhaps? Unless you feel that the Miller is essential to the integrity of your story, but it'd have to be a pretty persuasive argument.vamrat said:What are we talking about for royalties? 10%? If so, I'll go back and propose to her tonight!ZealousZeal said:This really touched my heart. I hope I have Tums. I've always wanted to write a romance novel, and I'm interested in buying the rights to your story. I'm thinking something like 50 Cases of Steel Reserve. Interested?vamrat said:Last night I think I fell in love with the late-night-gas-station-attendant-lady. I went in there to grab some beer because if my brother came home and we were out he'd literally flip a brick. When I went up to pay to the usual guy he decided to play cupid and set me up with this little goddess of love. He said to me, "she can help you over there" and that is where it all began. She gave me this look and my heart melted. Her gentle doe-like eyes had a bored expression like maybe it was later than she'd like it to be and just really wanted to go home. In my heart I knew that it was me she wanted to go home with. I still remember the first thing she said to me, she asked if she could see my ID. I understood. A girl has to be careful these days and wants to make sure that the guy she goes out with is legit so I showed it to her. We made some conversations. She asked me if I'd like a receipt and I said no thanks. Up to this point everything could just be passed off as coincidence but she told me that she wants to see me again! Her exact words were, "have a good night. Please come again."
I think I might have finally found THE ONE! As soon as I get home I am going to cancel my plans of watching The Outlaw Josey Wales with my friend and I am going to drink up all the beer so I have to go and get more. If I see her I'm going to ask her to marry me. I've even got a ring. It's a beautiful one I found in the graveyard down the road from my house. I'm sure she'll swoon when she sees it and throw herself into my arms.
I wonder what we'll name our kids? Any suggestions?
(BTW, it was Miller Light. Only my friend B__ drinks Steel Reserve. That's gross. They say every kiss begins with Kay, well, most of mine have started with Miller!)
Mine have all started with ether.vamrat said:What are we talking about for royalties? 10%? If so, I'll go back and propose to her tonight!
(BTW, it was Miller Light. Only my friend B__ drinks Steel Reserve. That's gross. They say every kiss begins with Kay, well, most of mine have started with Miller!)
Orthodox brothers! I hope I'll have twins.vamrat said:HaralambosAlpo said:My personal favourite is "Barsanuphius".Melodist said:Herman, Helena, Christopher ???vamrat said:I wonder what we'll name our kids? Any suggestions?
Wonderful news!Asteriktos said:My date was amazing. I can't even speak.
How did you deal with the attractiveness?Asteriktos said:Totally serious. It didn't start out well because I'm more reserved and she's one of those "life of the party" people. But as the night went on we really got along well, and we plan on getting together again, probably next weekend.