No surprise there, coming from The New York Post. It’s known for sensational reporting and is literally rated the least-credible major news outlet in New York.
5OClockShadow, I find myself agreeing enthusiastically to every single food-related article that you’ve written. I’m convinced that we’re soul mates. (Or at least soul food mates.)
My point was that other medical professionals (as far as I know) don’t have as stringent of an ethics code as we do. No need to get all technical – nobody is grading you here. Jesus, chill out dude.
My two cents as a counselor:
Don’t use your counselor/therapist lens to view everyday situations. It’s exhausting.
But, seriously, while all medical professionals have to honor doctor-patient confidentiality, their form of confidentiality is not quite as limiting as ours is. We have an actual ethics code that explicitly prevents us from befriending our clients, unless X number of years have passed. As far as I know, other medical professionals don’t have this same limitation.
Oddly enough, I prefer that a guy leave the toilet seat UP. This way, I know that he didn’t just piss all over the toilet seat. Saves me that 30 seconds of having to check, especially if it’s dark and I’m too lazy to turn on the lights. I don’t mind putting the seat down myself. All I care is that it’s clean.
I love that you’re a maverick (sup?) but we all know that PGP is a site that caters to the basic millennial, not a platform for truly creative expression. To save yourself from constant aggravation, lower your expectations. Works for me.
Malcolm Gladwell’s book “Outliers” explains how successful people all became successful through receiving specific opportunities or advantages (the advantage could be as subtle as being born a certain year). The concept of a “self-made man” is a total myth. I recommend the book, if you’re into this kinda thing.
To be fair, he gave pretty standard NYC prices. In the neighborhood where I work, a latte from Dunkin Donuts costs ~$3.70 and that’s fucking Dunkin Donuts.
Also, he didn’t say avocado toast; he said “smashed avocado” which could be any variety of a fancy brunch dish that could easily run $20 in this city made to crush millennials’ wallets (and souls).
Not saying I agree with his argument. Just pointing out that those numbers are not as absurd as you think.
You down-voters lack erotic imagination.
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John’s eyes followed the empty chip basket as the bartender took it away. As he turned his head back toward Brittany, she smiled at him, not realizing that a tiny glob of guacamole was clinging to the corner of her mouth. John fixated a moment on the contrast between Brittany’s pearly white teeth and dark red lipstick. He liked that shade of red. He then instinctively picked up a napkin and gestured toward his own mouth.
“You have something on your lips.”
Brittany blushed as she grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth sheepishly.
“You caught me – I was saving that for later.”
John chuckled as he took a sip of beer. He appreciated her sense of humor. As he glanced at her again, he was taken aback by how much more radiant she looked with the blushing cheeks that perfectly complemented her red lips.
Brittany started to feel self-conscious from his stare and asked, “Is it still there?”
John smiled and ever so gently placed his hand on her neck, lightly caressing the area behind her ear. Brittany felt a tingle run from her neck down her back.
“Let me get that for you,” John said quietly, almost to a whisper.
Brittany gave a slight nod and could hardly stop herself from smiling as John leaned in.
Why would you sell yourself short like that? Gingers are hot, I’m vegetarian-ish (cutting down on meat consumption), and I respect the hell out of cyclists for preserving our planet.
I’m saddened by your comment, even if it was “a joke”. Dating requires risk-taking and a willingness to put yourself out there. I’ve done my part. Ball’s in your court.
Full disclosure: I’m neither a doctor nor a middle aged white woman, in case you were politely rejecting me for these reasons. Lol.
Thanks for your input. So, I’ve used myself as a guinea pig in the name of science.* From my limited data points, I’ve concluded that the guy’s response directly correlates with age. For reference, I’m 26. The younger guys (22 to 26) were always fine with the booty calls and never asked for more. However, the older guys (27 to 33) tended to want more and would often become very attached. Is the age thing pure coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll always wonder.
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Lol. You’re not wrong, but I’m sticking to my brand.
No surprise there, coming from The New York Post. It’s known for sensational reporting and is literally rated the least-credible major news outlet in New York.
I only read it for shits and giggles.
5OClockShadow, I find myself agreeing enthusiastically to every single food-related article that you’ve written. I’m convinced that we’re soul mates. (Or at least soul food mates.)
I’ll see myself out.
I’m pretty sure Kenny let the other guy win, to avoid being a show-off. Classy for a former Chippendale.
Duda writing contemplative pieces? “Mama likes”
Also, update us on your blossoming relationship!!
My point was that other medical professionals (as far as I know) don’t have as stringent of an ethics code as we do. No need to get all technical – nobody is grading you here. Jesus, chill out dude.
My two cents as a counselor:
Don’t use your counselor/therapist lens to view everyday situations. It’s exhausting.
But, seriously, while all medical professionals have to honor doctor-patient confidentiality, their form of confidentiality is not quite as limiting as ours is. We have an actual ethics code that explicitly prevents us from befriending our clients, unless X number of years have passed. As far as I know, other medical professionals don’t have this same limitation.
*slow clap*
Do you get paid to advertise for Google Translate?
Oddly enough, I prefer that a guy leave the toilet seat UP. This way, I know that he didn’t just piss all over the toilet seat. Saves me that 30 seconds of having to check, especially if it’s dark and I’m too lazy to turn on the lights. I don’t mind putting the seat down myself. All I care is that it’s clean.
I love that you’re a maverick (sup?) but we all know that PGP is a site that caters to the basic millennial, not a platform for truly creative expression. To save yourself from constant aggravation, lower your expectations. Works for me.
Malcolm Gladwell’s book “Outliers” explains how successful people all became successful through receiving specific opportunities or advantages (the advantage could be as subtle as being born a certain year). The concept of a “self-made man” is a total myth. I recommend the book, if you’re into this kinda thing.
To be fair, he gave pretty standard NYC prices. In the neighborhood where I work, a latte from Dunkin Donuts costs ~$3.70 and that’s fucking Dunkin Donuts.
Also, he didn’t say avocado toast; he said “smashed avocado” which could be any variety of a fancy brunch dish that could easily run $20 in this city made to crush millennials’ wallets (and souls).
Not saying I agree with his argument. Just pointing out that those numbers are not as absurd as you think.
“Why Blowjobs Are More Intimate Than Sex”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPxSU7zDmOE
YES. Anything is better than Ben and Lauren’s fake ass show.
You down-voters lack erotic imagination.
—
John’s eyes followed the empty chip basket as the bartender took it away. As he turned his head back toward Brittany, she smiled at him, not realizing that a tiny glob of guacamole was clinging to the corner of her mouth. John fixated a moment on the contrast between Brittany’s pearly white teeth and dark red lipstick. He liked that shade of red. He then instinctively picked up a napkin and gestured toward his own mouth.
“You have something on your lips.”
Brittany blushed as she grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth sheepishly.
“You caught me – I was saving that for later.”
John chuckled as he took a sip of beer. He appreciated her sense of humor. As he glanced at her again, he was taken aback by how much more radiant she looked with the blushing cheeks that perfectly complemented her red lips.
Brittany started to feel self-conscious from his stare and asked, “Is it still there?”
John smiled and ever so gently placed his hand on her neck, lightly caressing the area behind her ear. Brittany felt a tingle run from her neck down her back.
“Let me get that for you,” John said quietly, almost to a whisper.
Brittany gave a slight nod and could hardly stop herself from smiling as John leaned in.
They don’t need a blender. They need a gift certificate for marriage counseling.
“You have something on your lips. Let me get that for you.”
Why would you sell yourself short like that? Gingers are hot, I’m vegetarian-ish (cutting down on meat consumption), and I respect the hell out of cyclists for preserving our planet.
I’m saddened by your comment, even if it was “a joke”. Dating requires risk-taking and a willingness to put yourself out there. I’ve done my part. Ball’s in your court.
Full disclosure: I’m neither a doctor nor a middle aged white woman, in case you were politely rejecting me for these reasons. Lol.
Happy early birthday 🙂
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Thanks for your input. So, I’ve used myself as a guinea pig in the name of science.* From my limited data points, I’ve concluded that the guy’s response directly correlates with age. For reference, I’m 26. The younger guys (22 to 26) were always fine with the booty calls and never asked for more. However, the older guys (27 to 33) tended to want more and would often become very attached. Is the age thing pure coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll always wonder.
*not actually