I’m a big advocate of the theory of momentum on those “low days”. Commit to the bare minimum, and once you have broken the seal, more often the snowball keeps rolling. And if not, you still got what you planned on accomplishing.
A small change I made that made huge waves for hangovers was getting rid on my keurig. The act of either walking to the office for a cup of coffee or driving to Starbucks was enough to get my snowball rolling and start the real productive end of hangover recovery.
Might be an old fashioned / hot take, but I don’t love the thought of someone I am having consistent meaningful sex with on a regular basis, doing the same with anyone else. 3 months is a smidge too long. I’d say you can have the do you want to date exclusively after about 5-6 dates, but wait until 3-4 months before introducing her as a girlfriend / boyfriend.
The “it feels good to laugh again” moment is one of the most underrated parts of a weekend trip. It’s like a switch is flipped where irritability and passive aggression go out the window, and turn into laughter and story time for the remainder of the drive.
She is a pin up drawing brought to life. Every stereotypical feminine characteristic is exaggerated to impossible levels. Big eyes, big lips, big boobs, impossibly skinny waist, and legs for days.
there is no much to unpack with this gif. The sniff… the immediate revulsion….the weighing of options….the hesitation….the fuck it….and finally “this is who I am now, and thats okay”
I little more eloborate that the typical, sex while waiting for Chinese delivery, eating said Chinese, nap, and finally upon waking up from the nap, eating the leftover Chinese you said you would save for lunch.
Few thoughts… I don’t scoff at the 1 month thing, most of us know first hand, falling fast for someone means hitting the ground can hurt a lot worse.
Second, you really have to take a step back and realize that the post grad realm adds a few more complicated layers to dating. First is that people once out of school are going to meet at very different points in their careers and priorities. It isn’t like before where everyone had a graduation date to look forward, the future now is different for each individual. So timing and circumstance is going to end more relationships than anything.
The other aspect is that since the possibility of marrying the next SO you have is very real. So there is a much higher level of introspection and though going into each day you are with someone wondering if they are worth it or if you are burning precious time with someone you can’t see yourself spending the rest of you life with.
My point being, there are a huge number of factors that contribute to someone ending things at this age, majority of which aren’t in your control. Trying to pinpoint the reason of a breakup is useless. You have to cut it off clean. Sawing it off is just gonna prolong the pain. No shame is wallowing in the loss for a while, it is only normal, but chasing reasons is like a dog chasing cars.
All in on this. Driving home from work in darkness takes a serious toll of my mental state. Plus I’m pretty sure AZ or one of the other SW state already said fuck daylight savings a long time ago.
Can confirm, getting a cheek turn when you go for it is leagues better than feeling like the loser too scared to push their chips to the center of the table.
Dog sitting for the parents while they are in Vegas (yes I’m salty)
So that mean I’ll be rocking the suburbs all weekend.
Friday bellied up at the El Tiempo Vintage location for Rockets BBall and cougar watching followed by bar hopping around various strip malls with married buddies who all have their spouses at the same bachelorette party.
Saturday, no GD idea. If warm enough get some sun, maybe walk around the mall cause that’s what I assume suburbanites do.
Sunday use my new found energy to probably overdo it while eating crawfish by the pound.
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I’m a big advocate of the theory of momentum on those “low days”. Commit to the bare minimum, and once you have broken the seal, more often the snowball keeps rolling. And if not, you still got what you planned on accomplishing.
A small change I made that made huge waves for hangovers was getting rid on my keurig. The act of either walking to the office for a cup of coffee or driving to Starbucks was enough to get my snowball rolling and start the real productive end of hangover recovery.
Might be an old fashioned / hot take, but I don’t love the thought of someone I am having consistent meaningful sex with on a regular basis, doing the same with anyone else. 3 months is a smidge too long. I’d say you can have the do you want to date exclusively after about 5-6 dates, but wait until 3-4 months before introducing her as a girlfriend / boyfriend.
The “it feels good to laugh again” moment is one of the most underrated parts of a weekend trip. It’s like a switch is flipped where irritability and passive aggression go out the window, and turn into laughter and story time for the remainder of the drive.
Just reading this gave me flashbacks to prime Marissa Miller
Tomato, tomaaato
She is a pin up drawing brought to life. Every stereotypical feminine characteristic is exaggerated to impossible levels. Big eyes, big lips, big boobs, impossibly skinny waist, and legs for days.
there is no much to unpack with this gif. The sniff… the immediate revulsion….the weighing of options….the hesitation….the fuck it….and finally “this is who I am now, and thats okay”
hella nuance
Ever made love to a man?!?!? ……want to?
Chuuuuch, you are a way better “salesman” when you are happy. So make being happy your priority.
I little more eloborate that the typical, sex while waiting for Chinese delivery, eating said Chinese, nap, and finally upon waking up from the nap, eating the leftover Chinese you said you would save for lunch.
Few thoughts… I don’t scoff at the 1 month thing, most of us know first hand, falling fast for someone means hitting the ground can hurt a lot worse.
Second, you really have to take a step back and realize that the post grad realm adds a few more complicated layers to dating. First is that people once out of school are going to meet at very different points in their careers and priorities. It isn’t like before where everyone had a graduation date to look forward, the future now is different for each individual. So timing and circumstance is going to end more relationships than anything.
The other aspect is that since the possibility of marrying the next SO you have is very real. So there is a much higher level of introspection and though going into each day you are with someone wondering if they are worth it or if you are burning precious time with someone you can’t see yourself spending the rest of you life with.
My point being, there are a huge number of factors that contribute to someone ending things at this age, majority of which aren’t in your control. Trying to pinpoint the reason of a breakup is useless. You have to cut it off clean. Sawing it off is just gonna prolong the pain. No shame is wallowing in the loss for a while, it is only normal, but chasing reasons is like a dog chasing cars.
All in on this. Driving home from work in darkness takes a serious toll of my mental state. Plus I’m pretty sure AZ or one of the other SW state already said fuck daylight savings a long time ago.
Yep the positive end of our double edged dating culture is the fact you know there are truely endless options out there.
Can confirm, getting a cheek turn when you go for it is leagues better than feeling like the loser too scared to push their chips to the center of the table.
Congrats on the violently passionate sex
Have a bottle of veuve in the fridge for the night cap, trust me…
Dog sitting for the parents while they are in Vegas (yes I’m salty)
So that mean I’ll be rocking the suburbs all weekend.
Friday bellied up at the El Tiempo Vintage location for Rockets BBall and cougar watching followed by bar hopping around various strip malls with married buddies who all have their spouses at the same bachelorette party.
Saturday, no GD idea. If warm enough get some sun, maybe walk around the mall cause that’s what I assume suburbanites do.
Sunday use my new found energy to probably overdo it while eating crawfish by the pound.
Women are such pigs
An education in UGK is an education I’m happy to put my tax dollars behind.