[ARMY OF LOVE] Pinback's Women 2K5!
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Sounds like a great plan. I take it she knows a great number of available, single women to introduce you to?pinback wrote: Announce to the world that I was no longer (at least until I un-fucked myself) in the "dating scene". She advised me to cancel my match.com account. I did. She advised me to blow off any match.com contacts I'd already made. I did.
Let me take it one step further at the alternate name for this place, Slippery Slope Country. How about you paint yourself cyan and pretend you're furniture in your own apartment? Don't move! What a stupid suggestion. She doesn't know the first thing about you!
You're money, baby! You're so money.
1) One space after a period. There's half your problem.All this stress and misery was coming about due to my obsession with finding a broad.
2) I thought I told you the exact same thing at one point. Are you tuning me out?
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I think if pinner keeps trying this passive approach, even as paethically as he has been, the odds are that eventually he'll score someone that wants to be with him. There really are lots and lots of women out there and his standards don't seem to awfully high, and he doesn't seem to have a "type" that he's into.
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"No, see... no." - Leaving Las Vegas. The point is not to stop going on match.com so I can be introduced to other single women. The point is to just put all this nonsense on the shelf for a while, so I can focus on getting my shit back together. I mean, if you don't love yourself, nobody else will either, right?Ice Cream Jonsey wrote:Sounds like a great plan. I take it she knows a great number of available, single women to introduce you to?
So, I DO like her idea to just knock off all that crap, at least for a while. What I don't need right now is extra sources of stress, self-loathing, poor esteem, and depression.
And yet, in the very next paragraph, you complain that you had earlier told me the exact same thing. So I'm confused. It's right, if you say it, but not if a 300-pound Malaysian woman says it?this place, Slippery Slope Country. How about you paint yourself cyan and pretend you're furniture in your own apartment? Don't move! What a stupid suggestion.
I'm like a big BEAR, man.You're money, baby! You're so money.
Wrong. But coming from a guy whose idea of proper vertical spacing in his video games is "ten line feeds in between sentences", this is not surprising.1) One space after a period.
Since everything you send me ends in "you human weeping pustule", I tend to filter a lot of it out as a matter of course.2) I thought I told you the exact same thing at one point. Are you tuning me out?
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Oh, I probably could. I just choose not to.Knuckles the CLown wrote:You couldn't get a hooker with a fistful of $20's.
I have, in fact! Damn good at it, too. 'Course, what's a mother gonna say?Have you ever even kissed a girl?
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Alright, some night next week, Lucy and I are going to the Sweetwater Tavern, a lovely chain restaurant with a lakeside patio out back.
At the end of this evening, I'll ask her if she wants to date me.
That's it. Then we'll be able to put an end to this.
Whaddya think? Is that the move? I think that's the move.
Is that the move?
At the end of this evening, I'll ask her if she wants to date me.
That's it. Then we'll be able to put an end to this.
Whaddya think? Is that the move? I think that's the move.
Is that the move?
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No, man. I'll keep it cool and light. Just say, "hey, what say we give it a go, ol' chap?" And if she says no, then it's all good, just wanted to get it outta the way. And if she says yes, well...
...hmm. Well, actually, I hadn't planned on what to do then.
Yeah, probably better if she says no.
...hmm. Well, actually, I hadn't planned on what to do then.
Yeah, probably better if she says no.
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Okay, quick update: We're not doin' that. A quick survey of people close to me whose opinions I value would suggest that next week is NOT the proper time to make that move.
Sorry. We'll have more updates for you later, though, as they happen!
Sorry. We'll have more updates for you later, though, as they happen!
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I think I found the perfect woman for you. This was just posted to the CO-goths list from The Blood Queen:
My classroom is dim, the soul sucking fluorescents off and tired sunlight casting a nostalgic glow through filthy windows the janitors don't even bother to clean. Actually, the janitors don't clean much of anything out in my classroom, which is really just an old army barracks, probably recycled from Lowry or the Arsenal. I could whine about how I'm not important enough to have a room in the
shiny new building two-hundred yards away, across weeds, rock and a broken pen graveyard. I don't. I like my seclusion; I like that no one bothers to "check in on me". This way, as I write recommendation letters for my seniors, or listen to the collegiate anxieties of my juniors, or overhear the nihilism of my sophomores and freshmen, the people who hold my chain can't hear me say that none of this matters. They can't hear me tell these shapeshifting
creatures that everything they're told is a lie. Going to college doesn't guarantee you anything, not the job of your dreams, not money, not love, not happiness. Just because you work hard, doesn't mean that you'll succeed, that you'll achieve, that you'll win and get to keep the spoils. In the end, I don't have to say these things; my students say them for me. Because I have to tell them that my contract is not being renewed. I have to tell them than "No, no one else has hired me." I have to tell them that I get to keep none of what I've worked so hard for. I have to tell them
that I've lost. I like to think that my only victory, my only
accomplishment, is that, some day, they'll think of something they learned from me besides failure.
My classroom is dim, the soul sucking fluorescents off and tired sunlight casting a nostalgic glow through filthy windows the janitors don't even bother to clean. Actually, the janitors don't clean much of anything out in my classroom, which is really just an old army barracks, probably recycled from Lowry or the Arsenal. I could whine about how I'm not important enough to have a room in the
shiny new building two-hundred yards away, across weeds, rock and a broken pen graveyard. I don't. I like my seclusion; I like that no one bothers to "check in on me". This way, as I write recommendation letters for my seniors, or listen to the collegiate anxieties of my juniors, or overhear the nihilism of my sophomores and freshmen, the people who hold my chain can't hear me say that none of this matters. They can't hear me tell these shapeshifting
creatures that everything they're told is a lie. Going to college doesn't guarantee you anything, not the job of your dreams, not money, not love, not happiness. Just because you work hard, doesn't mean that you'll succeed, that you'll achieve, that you'll win and get to keep the spoils. In the end, I don't have to say these things; my students say them for me. Because I have to tell them that my contract is not being renewed. I have to tell them than "No, no one else has hired me." I have to tell them that I get to keep none of what I've worked so hard for. I have to tell them
that I've lost. I like to think that my only victory, my only
accomplishment, is that, some day, they'll think of something they learned from me besides failure.
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Just got back from nine holes of golf and a lovely lunch at a French restaurant with this one. Not a "date" situation by any means, but the first major tete-a-tete social situation we've had.
I began thinking. You know who Jazzy reminds me a lot of? The fake-named "Georgia" from PW2K4, who kinda liked me, and who I turned away. She's very similar to Georgia, except isn't blonde, smiles less, is less religious, doesn't write mind-numbingly bad books of poetry about dead dogs, and is much better at playing clarinets and saxophones.
Today was... nice. Still very shy... a "low talker", if you will, and still very hard to read, but it was not the uncomfortable mess I thought it would be. I didn't go gaga, of course, but we've already seen that the ones I go gaga over are generally attention-whoring nightmares.
So the question is...
...will I make the same mistake twice?
Well? Will I?
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How much did she protest about having her picture taken?
What level of musicallity does she have with said clarinete and /or sax?
how does she feel about hundreds of cats swarming up the stairs?
How far into her personal life did she go? Did she look at you funny then check her watch when you told her about your imaginary blue palm infested restaurant apartment?
These are the burning questions that the denizens of this board need to know before making judgements about prospective girlfriends. After all, we don't want to steer you wrong or anything.
THE
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AARDVARK
What level of musicallity does she have with said clarinete and /or sax?
how does she feel about hundreds of cats swarming up the stairs?
How far into her personal life did she go? Did she look at you funny then check her watch when you told her about your imaginary blue palm infested restaurant apartment?
These are the burning questions that the denizens of this board need to know before making judgements about prospective girlfriends. After all, we don't want to steer you wrong or anything.
THE
FUCKING DOCKTOR
ROOTH
AARDVARK
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What?AArdvark wrote:How much did she protest about having her picture taken?
Extreme. She makes a living playing and teaching them.What level of musicallity does she have with said clarinete and /or sax?
I'll ask.how does she feel about hundreds of cats swarming up the stairs?
She just moved into her own place for the first time, at age (whatever age she is, which is early 30s, I believe), having lived with her parents the rest of her life. That's about as far as I got.How far into her personal life did she go?
Strangely, it didn't come up.Did she look at you funny then check her watch when you told her about your imaginary blue palm infested restaurant apartment?
You've never let me down before.After all, we don't want to steer you wrong or anything.
(Of course, you've never actually tried to help before.)
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Was the picture taken at the restaurant? Because I'd be a little wary of a chick that thinks it's OK to sit on the back of the sofa and put her heel-wearing feet on the cushions. At least, if she does that to friends' sofas rather than just random businesses'.pinback wrote:Just got back from nine holes of golf and a lovely lunch at a French restaurant with this one.
Bruce