Bad jokes are pretty much my way of weeding out people that I won’t get along with. If you can’t appreciate some good natured ribbing and reciprocate, you’re probably not someone I want to spend much time with.
I want to believe that Defries is a literary genius spinning a web that will all be brought together somehow but I wake up with cold sweats at night in fear that he’s merely following the “Lost” school of thought and throwing out cliffhangers that he never plans to address. Will, I don’t know if I could recover from a heartbreak like that.
“Former athlete. Engineer. Princess Jasmine.” This only works because I’ve got a pretty hot Jasmine pic from a few halloweens back when me and my buddies were bearded Disney princesses.
Or go the diner route. Seems like everyone forgot who the real breakfast MVP is: your local, greasy diner that’s populated almost exclusivelyi by Vietnam vets, the Elk’s Club, and your grandparents. They’ve got every type of food your heart desires and whip up a bomb breakfast/burger/wings platter to soak your body in grease and begin the day’s recovery.
Preach, brother. I know the feeling almost exactly. I think a part of it(at least for me) is due to the fact that I am content with being single most of the time. Like you said, the chase is an absolute blast. Some of the most fun you can have on a weekend. But for people that have fun and like themselves enough to be alone, getting sucked into some less than stellar relationship just because someone is willing to sleep with you regularly and call herself your girlfriend was isn’t enough and you find yourself single for long stretches. Like Gordy said, so many people are in shitty relationships just because they’re afraid of being alone. No thanks.
I’m with you guys on this one. Can’t stand being the center of attention of a bunch of people ou barely know/probably dislike. Birthdays are an excuse to get together with family/friends and go out and have a good time and not talk about the fact that it’s your birthday.
That’s right. That’s the reason I don’t roll deep. Has nothing to do with moving to a new city for grad school where I don’t know anyone, I swear. Dad’s gotta stick together.
“I’ve been, like, so good this week. I only had the arugula salad at dinner and I’ve been drinking skinny girl vodka all night. Todd, order some cheese fries so I can have one or two!”
**eats entire large order of bacon, cheese fries herself, one frie at a time, while simultaneously looking disgusted that anything might dare to get her hands greasy**
Great analogy and solid advice. It’s always a shame when it happens but people are going to do what they want and getting worked up about it doesn’t help anyone.
For real. You guys need an engineer? I’m thinking you better get a head start on your Rowdy Gentleman line of private jets soon if you want to have a chance at snagging a piece of that market.
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Followed by the absolutely savage move to ask her out for drinks. I love it.
Bad jokes are pretty much my way of weeding out people that I won’t get along with. If you can’t appreciate some good natured ribbing and reciprocate, you’re probably not someone I want to spend much time with.
I want to believe that Defries is a literary genius spinning a web that will all be brought together somehow but I wake up with cold sweats at night in fear that he’s merely following the “Lost” school of thought and throwing out cliffhangers that he never plans to address. Will, I don’t know if I could recover from a heartbreak like that.
“Former athlete. Engineer. Princess Jasmine.” This only works because I’ve got a pretty hot Jasmine pic from a few halloweens back when me and my buddies were bearded Disney princesses.
Or go the diner route. Seems like everyone forgot who the real breakfast MVP is: your local, greasy diner that’s populated almost exclusivelyi by Vietnam vets, the Elk’s Club, and your grandparents. They’ve got every type of food your heart desires and whip up a bomb breakfast/burger/wings platter to soak your body in grease and begin the day’s recovery.
Preach, brother. I know the feeling almost exactly. I think a part of it(at least for me) is due to the fact that I am content with being single most of the time. Like you said, the chase is an absolute blast. Some of the most fun you can have on a weekend. But for people that have fun and like themselves enough to be alone, getting sucked into some less than stellar relationship just because someone is willing to sleep with you regularly and call herself your girlfriend was isn’t enough and you find yourself single for long stretches. Like Gordy said, so many people are in shitty relationships just because they’re afraid of being alone. No thanks.
I’m still in grad school at a big party school and half the snapchats I get from my undergrad friends are this same shit. It’s not just over 30.
Can we talk about Johnny D killing the bowl cut game at 21? Respect.
I’m with you guys on this one. Can’t stand being the center of attention of a bunch of people ou barely know/probably dislike. Birthdays are an excuse to get together with family/friends and go out and have a good time and not talk about the fact that it’s your birthday.
I definitely resent the kid and it’s 100% out of jealousy. Dudes got fire tracks though.
(Is that how the kids are talking these days?)
That’s right. That’s the reason I don’t roll deep. Has nothing to do with moving to a new city for grad school where I don’t know anyone, I swear. Dad’s gotta stick together.
“I’ve been, like, so good this week. I only had the arugula salad at dinner and I’ve been drinking skinny girl vodka all night. Todd, order some cheese fries so I can have one or two!”
**eats entire large order of bacon, cheese fries herself, one frie at a time, while simultaneously looking disgusted that anything might dare to get her hands greasy**
Great analogy and solid advice. It’s always a shame when it happens but people are going to do what they want and getting worked up about it doesn’t help anyone.
I have a bad feeling about jack…
For real. You guys need an engineer? I’m thinking you better get a head start on your Rowdy Gentleman line of private jets soon if you want to have a chance at snagging a piece of that market.
Equivalent of RSVP’ing “Maybe.” Just be honest and say no.