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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.
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. :-)
Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, and, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity.
~ Thomas Merton ~
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.
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 totally would have gone out with him (with some Viagra in the pocket) if he had capitalized the days of the week.
He's a foreigner who is a numbers guy, the fact that he structures sentences better than 98% of the American population in a language he didn't grow up understanding has to count for something, no?
Swanky dinners at Harvard are hard to come by, I'd assume.
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.
When I saw it, I thought the equal sign was a place holder. Like a f*ck type thing. Couldn't figure out when sexual innuendo started with "f" and ended with "ma"
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.
when I do go to happy hour, which isn't often (almost never as a matter of fact), it's for cheap drinks and food, as Bonnie says.
Thinking back to when I was single for the first 28 years of my life, if I ever went anywhere specifically to meet members of the opposite sex it didn't work out - be it going to bars or anyone else. Hell, I even had a fake name (2 actually) and phone number that I gave out in bars.
Pretty sure that if there is a Mr. Right in my future, I won't meet him in a bar.
I used to go to happy hours quite bit in Knoxville. Cheap(er) beer food is always a way to get folks in the door.
Overall, I cannot ever remember heading to a bar with the conscious intention of "picking up a girl" or "scoring" or whatever you want to call it. I was always going to have a few drinks, play pool, jukebox, darts, and have fun with my friends. I often go to bars by myself, but again, always to watch a game or something. Sometimes get tired of sitting around my apartment. I guess it is all in the mindset. Nothing wrong with either mindset. I think it was always something I felt I had little to no control over, if it happened, great! Don't get me wrong, when a feeling is caught (or in my case, obviously presented to me) I go with it. Sometimes that gut "feeling" is stronger than others...
Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, and, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity.
~ Thomas Merton ~
I forgot all about darts! Haven't played in forever. Nowadays I'm mostly about playing trivia. No coordination required and all the random crap I know that no one really needs to survive in the world comes in helpful.
I used to go to happy hours quite bit in Knoxville... Overall, I cannot ever remember heading to a bar with the conscious intention of "picking up a girl" or "scoring" or whatever you want to call it.
Hello there Alien Life Form, welcome to Earth. We do it a bit different in these parts.
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. 
