I knew it was time to move on from PBR being my cheap drink of choice when I started seeing it going for $4 a can at the bar. That’s just absurd. It will only be a matter of time before Natty Boh suffers the same fate.
That is a problem that literally no one with Disqus (which has an edit button) as their comment platform of choice seems to have. Why is that something that’s genuinely concerning to you?
See, I understand the possible hygienic benefits of what you’re saying, but the real reason I put both the seat and the cover down is as an act of passive aggression to ensure that both me and my girlfriend are slightly inconvenienced when we need to do our business.
I have a department meeting on Friday mornings. I judge the hell out of every junior staffer early twentysomething who isn’t rolling into that meeting looking like hell.
I know it won’t happen, but based off of how Carly is controlling the situation, I really want this date to end with Eric waking up in a bathtub with a kidney missing after Carly got him drunk and sold him to a Mexican cartel.
I’ve had several first dates try and do this to me. They were all from dating apps, so I guess I can expect some level of awkwardness, but the dates went about as well as you would expect from there.
If your attitude towards being friends with women is “there’s always a chance for me to have sex with them as long as they aren’t dating someone,” you kinda sound like a creep tbh.
I’m sorry, but your definition of “date” is batshit insane and is dangerously close to “Nice Guy” territory.
Like it or not, there isn’t a magical combination of words and phrases that can get you into a girl’s pants if she doesn’t want you to be there. Throughout this entire series, there has been an internal narrative that has been running counter to the reality of the situation. There was no shot to be shot. You were a source of attention, and now that she doesn’t seem to want or need it, she’s trying to find ways to defuse the situation. When the girl is trying to invite girlfriends to join y’all (aka, “Hey, here’s this guy, you might like him, I’m not interested and I need someone else to take him off my hands because I don’t want him reading into this situation any more than I’m sure he is already”), you’re reaching a new level of “nonexistent relationship.”
And frankly, your “alternative discussion that makes it a date” topic is nonsense, too. I don’t know about you, but when I’m on a date or in front of a potential romantic interest, I’m doing my best to present my most perfect self. Not whining about dating. I save that for friends.
Look at Mr. Big Shot over here, too good for white bread.
That moment when the “social media manager” has waaaay less followers than the other two:
Sooooo, are you just unaware of MoviePass or are you somehow too cool for it?
I knew it was time to move on from PBR being my cheap drink of choice when I started seeing it going for $4 a can at the bar. That’s just absurd. It will only be a matter of time before Natty Boh suffers the same fate.
That is a problem that literally no one with Disqus (which has an edit button) as their comment platform of choice seems to have. Why is that something that’s genuinely concerning to you?
Because of course Girl is someone who takes the Daily Mail seriously.
Dinner at 5:30? Okay grandpa.
See, I understand the possible hygienic benefits of what you’re saying, but the real reason I put both the seat and the cover down is as an act of passive aggression to ensure that both me and my girlfriend are slightly inconvenienced when we need to do our business.
I have a department meeting on Friday mornings. I judge the hell out of every junior staffer early twentysomething who isn’t rolling into that meeting looking like hell.
Gawd, I wish my rent was less than 740 bucks.
In defense of bidets: if poop ended up anywhere else on your person, you wouldn’t be fine with just using a paper towel to clean it.
But I feel like most of us aren’t close enough to other people’s butts to notice one way or the other.
I know it won’t happen, but based off of how Carly is controlling the situation, I really want this date to end with Eric waking up in a bathtub with a kidney missing after Carly got him drunk and sold him to a Mexican cartel.
I’ve had several first dates try and do this to me. They were all from dating apps, so I guess I can expect some level of awkwardness, but the dates went about as well as you would expect from there.
Is that her way of calling you a toddler?
Thank God you made this.
It’s time for something like this to finally exist.
For too long, LinkedIn’s bullshit and circlejerking has gone without reprisal.
It plagues all of our feeds.
It makes us question who we’re linked to, and if they’re worth it anymore.
It causes us to judge what people are liking on something that ostensibly is supposed to be more professional than Facebook.
This is the game-changer the world needs right now.
We’re due for a paradigm change.
#bethechangeyouwishtoseeintheworld #entrepreneur #ithinkthisisinstagramandineedtospamhashtags
no it’s becky
If your attitude towards being friends with women is “there’s always a chance for me to have sex with them as long as they aren’t dating someone,” you kinda sound like a creep tbh.
I’m sorry, but your definition of “date” is batshit insane and is dangerously close to “Nice Guy” territory.
Like it or not, there isn’t a magical combination of words and phrases that can get you into a girl’s pants if she doesn’t want you to be there. Throughout this entire series, there has been an internal narrative that has been running counter to the reality of the situation. There was no shot to be shot. You were a source of attention, and now that she doesn’t seem to want or need it, she’s trying to find ways to defuse the situation. When the girl is trying to invite girlfriends to join y’all (aka, “Hey, here’s this guy, you might like him, I’m not interested and I need someone else to take him off my hands because I don’t want him reading into this situation any more than I’m sure he is already”), you’re reaching a new level of “nonexistent relationship.”
And frankly, your “alternative discussion that makes it a date” topic is nonsense, too. I don’t know about you, but when I’m on a date or in front of a potential romantic interest, I’m doing my best to present my most perfect self. Not whining about dating. I save that for friends.
Off the top of my head:
1) Mark Twain
2) David Bowie
3) Winston Churchill
4) Constantine I
5) Freddie Mercury
I am apparently interested in witty, drunken repertoire that will confuse an emperor from thousands of years ago.