As far as coffee goes, just buy a coffee maker you can set to brew and set it up the night before. Then you wake up to the smell of hot Java like you’re in a goddamn Foldgers commercial. And I totally feel you on the gym. I’m a month shy of 30 and something I used to look forward to has turned into a total chore.
Wear whatever you want. But just know that if you’re wearing something specifically to draw attention to yourself, it’s pretty transparent and most people will figure you for an asshole.
Is the “no sex until after X amount of dates” a hardline rule? Obviously you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable. But I’ve always found the arbitrary number of dates thing before sex to be silly.
It totally depends on how you meet. You meet at a bar and get her number? Totally call. But if you meet on a dating app, I think you run the risk of looking like a psycho if you call right off the bat.
Yeah. I don’t know if it’s so much that you hate visitors, but that you hate your rude ass friends. Two or three days notice is total horseshit. Especially as you get older, it’s usually a two week minimum notice so make any kind of plans.
It’s not 1947. If someone judges you for getting a manicure or pedicure, that’s their stupid problem. I’ve never gotten a manicure, but if you’re on your feet a lot I can’t recommend a pedicure enough. Plus, it’s about to be pool season, no one wants to see your yellow ass toenails and concrete heels.
Came here to say the same thing. Ja Rule got embarrassed by 50. By the time he tried to be gangster again, it was too late.
If I see “dog mom”, “fur babies” or anything of that nature I’m swiping left automatically. And I have very little if any room to be picky.
As far as coffee goes, just buy a coffee maker you can set to brew and set it up the night before. Then you wake up to the smell of hot Java like you’re in a goddamn Foldgers commercial. And I totally feel you on the gym. I’m a month shy of 30 and something I used to look forward to has turned into a total chore.
Wear whatever you want. But just know that if you’re wearing something specifically to draw attention to yourself, it’s pretty transparent and most people will figure you for an asshole.
I’m so glad Facebook didn’t exist while I was in high school. It’s bad enough re-living 20 year me’s thoughts.
Is the “no sex until after X amount of dates” a hardline rule? Obviously you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable. But I’ve always found the arbitrary number of dates thing before sex to be silly.
And that’s best case scenario.
Marlo was way more of a pain in the ass. He didn’t live by the code or respect any of the “rules”.
It totally depends on how you meet. You meet at a bar and get her number? Totally call. But if you meet on a dating app, I think you run the risk of looking like a psycho if you call right off the bat.
Yeah. I don’t know if it’s so much that you hate visitors, but that you hate your rude ass friends. Two or three days notice is total horseshit. Especially as you get older, it’s usually a two week minimum notice so make any kind of plans.
I get anexiety even thinking about a Vegas trip.
Expecting a valet at a one year olds birthday. That is a world I will never know.
If they guy is silently staring at the person file his nails, you are probably correct that he is a serial killer. No argument with that.
It’s not so much that I care what you specifically think. It’s that there’s probably lots of people that think that way and it’s dumb.
So what are you basing this asinine judgement on? It makes a guy less of a man?
I’m a building engineer and that’s precisely why I don’t get manicures. It’s actually advantageous to have rough hands.
I mean I guess it depends on which parts of 1947 we’re talking about.
It’s not 1947. If someone judges you for getting a manicure or pedicure, that’s their stupid problem. I’ve never gotten a manicure, but if you’re on your feet a lot I can’t recommend a pedicure enough. Plus, it’s about to be pool season, no one wants to see your yellow ass toenails and concrete heels.
Also, it depends where you live. I dropped $600 easy on my buddies bachelor party in January and we never left Chicago city limits. Still had a blast.
Good old Peoria!