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QuoteThank god she wasn't my type
I like how this is a recurring theme in your woman bashing posts, as if them not being your type is the only hurdle to the two of you becoming an item.
Ever think that you're WAY less their type then they are yours? Or you under the delusion that every woman you deem 'beneath' you is just waiting on baited breath for you to give them the time of day?
You're a fan of the model-type female, so just for fun, take a copy of GQ into the bathroom and compare the guys you see in the magazine to what you see in the mirror. See how far off you are from that? That's about how far off from the female model-type that you should be looking if you have any sliver of hope of fiding a woman who would be remotely interested in you. It's called reality, stop talking to your calculator and give it a try.
shah269 0
davelepka
BREATHE! Wow!
Thank god she wasn't my type
Maybe this simply means, that if she were I wouldn't know what to do with her when it came to making her dinner or taking her out to dinner.
I enjoy cooking and I love cooking for two. And with a woman who was so wound up and had such a limited pallet of acceptable foods...I would be beside myself as to what we could do for dinner.
Maybe sometimes it's just as simple as that.
Oh and I am GQ hot! What kind of question was that! I mean look at me! I'm stunning!
BREATHE! Wow!
Thank god she wasn't my type
Maybe this simply means, that if she were I wouldn't know what to do with her when it came to making her dinner or taking her out to dinner.
I enjoy cooking and I love cooking for two. And with a woman who was so wound up and had such a limited pallet of acceptable foods...I would be beside myself as to what we could do for dinner.
Maybe sometimes it's just as simple as that.
Oh and I am GQ hot! What kind of question was that! I mean look at me! I'm stunning!
Life through good thoughts, good words, and good deeds is necessary to ensure happiness and to keep chaos at bay.
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
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I enjoy cooking and I love cooking for two. And with a woman who was so wound up and had such a limited pallet of acceptable foods...I would be beside myself as to what we could do for dinner.
So if they don't like what you cook, they should be shot???
WTF!!!
shah269 0
Oh brother!
Life through good thoughts, good words, and good deeds is necessary to ensure happiness and to keep chaos at bay.
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
QuoteThank god she wasn't my type
Maybe this simply means, that if she were I wouldn't know what to do with her
Again, my point is that you assume she would have anything to do with you. You seem to be working off the assumption that the limiting factor is that she was not your type. I'm suppgesting that even if she was, you still wouldn't have to worry about what to make for dinner.
I could go out and see 100 women who are my type, who I could think of plenty of things to do with, but that doesn't mean that any one of them would give me the time of day.
JohnMitchell 14
Wow, with lines like that I can't see why you're sleeping alone. . .QuoteAnd I being me rejoiced by slapping the side of my calculator and saying "Ti-xyz, who's your dady! Who's your dady! Yeah you sexy calculator you! Call me daddy!"
shah269 0
QuoteWow, with lines like that I can't see why you're sleeping alone. . .QuoteAnd I being me rejoiced by slapping the side of my calculator and saying "Ti-xyz, who's your dady! Who's your dady! Yeah you sexy calculator you! Call me daddy!"
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Tell me these curves don't turn you on!
Oh yeah oh yeah sexy Ti!
Any one who knows anything about financial calculators knows that this is the Brazilian underwear model of calculators and as such loves calling her man "papi!"
Life through good thoughts, good words, and good deeds is necessary to ensure happiness and to keep chaos at bay.
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
It's funny when it comes to food I will eat just about anything. As I said my parents didn’t give us much of a choice, eat or die, and it is a hell of a survival instinct for a guy who spent his youth living in countries such as Japan, Turkey and a few other places around the middle east.
OK so you don't eat fish, no big deal that's ok. But there are people who are so picky when it comes to food that it makes you wonder how they live? And it's funny their eating habits seem to manifest some interesting social and personality quirks.
I knew this one women in my EMBA class who worked HR for an interesting pharma company. Her diet consisted of the most bland bizarre combination known to man. Lunch for her, since we all dined together, would consist of hard boiled eggs and lettuce. The ongoing joke was that she subsisted on exactly but no more than 5 food products. One of which was granola bars and the other being diet soda. Needless to say she was very tightly wound and had the sense of humor rivaling that of a boiled egg, perhaps due to the lack of a proper bowel movement.
One of my favorite exchanges with her was during finance class when we were all learning the inns and outs of our financial calculators. After a particular trying example I managed to get the correct result. And I being me rejoiced by slapping the side of my calculator and saying "Ti-xyz, who's your dady! Who's your dady! Yeah you sexy calculator you! Call me daddy!"
At which point she turns around in her chair and gives me one of those looks that only highly wound up HR women who are in desperate need of a hot beef injection could give and stated "You know that's offensive the way you talked to your calculator!"
Now seldom does a man get to do this. It was the equivalent of playing waffle ball with a bunch of 5 year olds! So I had to savor the moment and formulate my response to cause the greatest amount of emotional trauma as humanly possible without causing an emotional breakdown. And so I responded.
"Lynn, feel free to report me to any HR department for sexually harassing my calculator. But when you do make sure you let me know what padded room they will put you in because me and my beloved TI wish to visit you once a week to make sure you are recovering well."
That lunch she dined on hardboiled eggs and lettuce and conceded that maybe she was over reacting and that maybe she should lighten up and live a little and that she should maybe even try new foods.
Thank god she wasn't my type.
The only thing that falls from the sky is birdshit and fools!
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