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We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by nodepression on Nov 6, 2012 2:06:40 GMT -5
That cat was pet gently intermittently for over 15 minutes before a furious continued tummy rub occurred around the 16 minute mark while it's owner read out loud a local crazy person's manifesto.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
That cat was pet gently intermittently for over 15 minutes before a furious continued tummy rub occurred around the 16 minute mark while it's owner read out loud a local crazy person's manifesto.
I get out at 4:30. I make aaallllll the deals. And if I can't find anyone to go with? Screw it. I can still stuff my face with sushi and wine for under twenty bucks. WIN.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Hah, yeah I've never been a big fan. You can feel the sexual frustration from late-20's to early-30's single women, like a heavy mist or something.
Ha, what a d*ck thing to say You're a lovable d*ck, though, Flanzybear.
I can never partake in happy hour because I work every night until 9:30, but whenever I get a 9-5ish teaching job? Daydrinking on the cheap sounds pretty great to me.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
You can feel the sexual frustration from late-20's to early-30's single women, like a heavy mist or something.
Single ladies who want to drink and have a good time? You're right, sounds truly dreadful.
Alright, everyone chill. There are just as many desperate guys at these things, but since I'm not desperate I tend not to go to happy hours where people try to force a square shaped block through a circle-shaped hole. By that I mean, most of the happy hours I end up at reek of desperation and people looking for love in a bar on a Wednesday night. Just not my thing.
I prefer my desperate female searches fall on the weekends, when the odds are in my favor.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Flanzo, I have never gone to happy hour on the search of a man. In fact, the last man I truly chatted with at a happy hour was a septuagenarian Lithuanian physicist professor. Pretty sure I wasn't trying to hit on him. I just go for cheap drinks and food.
And LLL, imagine our female desperateness all together at Moog... now THAT would have been amazing. Shoulda been there
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
I don't understand the whole desperate thing...my luck never seems to any different whether I am desperate or not. Although, I have never considered myself, desperate. So that may explain it. :-)
Flanzo, I have never gone to happy hour on the search of a man. In fact, the last man I truly chatted with at a happy hour was a septuagenarian Lithuanian physicist professor. Pretty sure I wasn't trying to hit on him. I just go for cheap drinks and food.
Come to think of it, I haven't either. Happy hour is usually just about letting off steam, nomming, and getting a little boozy... and then feeling ultra responsible while holding a co-worker's hair back while she hurls in the parking lot. Flanz must go to a different place.
Flanzo, I have never gone to happy hour on the search of a man. In fact, the last man I truly chatted with at a happy hour was a septuagenarian Lithuanian physicist professor. Pretty sure I wasn't trying to hit on him. I just go for cheap drinks and food.
I am catching feelings at you using the word "septuagenarian" properly in a sentence.
Flanzo, I have never gone to happy hour on the search of a man. In fact, the last man I truly chatted with at a happy hour was a septuagenarian Lithuanian physicist professor. Pretty sure I wasn't trying to hit on him. I just go for cheap drinks and food.
And LLL, imagine our female desperateness all together at Moog... now THAT would have been amazing. Shoulda been there
And why werent you hitting on him? I bet with his experience and knowledge of physics you could have learned a thing or two. Maybe some ways to get around that pesky f=ma.
Flanzo, I have never gone to happy hour on the search of a man. In fact, the last man I truly chatted with at a happy hour was a septuagenarian Lithuanian physicist professor. Pretty sure I wasn't trying to hit on him. I just go for cheap drinks and food.
And LLL, imagine our female desperateness all together at Moog... now THAT would have been amazing. Shoulda been there
And why werent you hitting on him? I bet with his experience and knowledge of physics you could have learned a thing or two. Maybe some ways to get around that pesky f=ma.
I think he would have gone for it. He asked me for my email address and since I can't say no, this is the email I got a few days after:
Subject: Cosmopolitan American
Hello Bonnie,
Delightful to chat with such a cosmopolitan and energetic and good looking lady the other night.
Coffee, lunch or dinner anytime.
I'm here friday, saturday and sunday morning. If available you can choose whatever you wish.
I'm leaving for Cambridge, MA sunday afternoon to greet the Lithuanian Minister of Agriculture at an evening dinner and then accompany him and his group while he visits Harvard and lectures at Harvard Business School on monday.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
And why werent you hitting on him? I bet with his experience and knowledge of physics you could have learned a thing or two. Maybe some ways to get around that pesky f=ma.
I think he would have gone for it. He asked me for my email address and since I can't say no, this is the email I got a few days after:
Subject: Cosmopolitan American
Hello Bonnie,
Delightful to chat with such a cosmopolitan and energetic and good looking lady the other night.
Coffee, lunch or dinner anytime.
I'm here friday, saturday and sunday morning. If available you can choose whatever you wish.
I'm leaving for Cambridge, MA sunday afternoon to greet the Lithuanian Minister of Agriculture at an evening dinner and then accompany him and his group while he visits Harvard and lectures at Harvard Business School on monday.
All Best,
EDIT: I admit. No idea what f=ma is.
Sh*t, I'd go on a date with him with those credentials.