When you need it?

Bitches is crazy!

damn straight, my dear senator.

Well you boys ain't no walk in the park either.

Indeed.

One example: while I am a pathetic, neurotic and psychotic (maybe not the second, clinically, but close enough to such, regardless) m*f*, there have been, at various (if not also few) stages in my life -- sixth grade, twelfth grade, sophomore year of college (twice) --, a young maiden deigning to show an interest beyond socializing with me.

The common thread: each woman, but namely the first three, were incredibly slender, but curving, women, who could have had anything -- male, female, otherwise -- they would want, let alone my non-vocally-communicative, generally off-putting self. But, they cooed at me (one, even, four times, asking me on the latter three occasions to join her for popcorn and sodas and Dawson's Creek viewing (long story)).

So, there has been interest shown in me, regardless my physical stature, meaning I am fat, but non-fat women have found me appealing.

Meanwhile, the rare occasion when I have grown balls enough to show... a definite... interest... in a woman, I have done so to slightly portly women (as a fat man, I wouldn't feel comfortable implying [sic] that any woman I would deign to "date", or such, be thinner than I; unreasonable expectations and all, can't have those).

And, you know what? For fat women, I am too fat.

Weird.

A very few thin ones have "seen past" (quotation marks, and [sic], and all that explicit and implied) my weight, whether they should have or not, while the fat ones are flipping hypocrites.

Apparently, they don't, in fact, know karate, but they do know ca-razy.

Bitches, man, bitches.

monty, you cause me concern sometimes.

I need to find a women that encourages a sexpositive enviroment.

For free?

Free or really cheap.

Yes, let's not bitch about the opposite sex... I'm dealing with my own demons this morning after quite the verbal barrage from my husband last night. I'm still angry, and I'm pissed that I'm angry because it's the fucking holidays and I'm supposed to be happy!

Take all his presents back and replace them with wrapped cans of Pork 'N' Beans just to show him who's the boss around there.

There are plenty of eligible bachelorettes here*.

*Nominal fee may apply. Check local listings for showtimes. CA residents must pay sales tax.

EDIT: Those pigfuckers won't let me link to the pictures. Shitbags.

Honey, I feel ya.

Went through the same thing with mine on tuesday. Complete with me storming out the front door.

ouch.

That's ok, later he came down to my work and apologized. It'll be ok dana.

Heh, I wish. Nah, it's a petty argument, but my husband sometimes has this..... issue..... with shouting without thinking. The thing is, the point he was trying to make with me was a very valid one, but the delivery was just all wrong, and he should have known better.

We're men. We aren't paid to think, only to get shit off the top shelf. Except for short people like me, who can't reach it anyway.

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Apparently I'm a fucked up piece of fuckin' repeatin' shit.

Thanks, Jen (feel the estrogen love).
The unfortunate (or maybe fortunate) thing is that when I get confronted in that manner, I tend to shrink back, withdraw into myself and get quiet. I have never been able to get loud and get back in anyone's face over stupid arguments because I just think it's counter-productive. Sometimes I wonder if my lofty ideas are my downfall, ha ha!

ladies is pimps too

What's to cause concern? That I think fat people should stick to their own kind for purposes of dating, mating, fuck-buddying, etc.? (And, by fat people, I mean fat men and women. No exceptions made, even if you have a phallus (a real, breathing one, not one of those strap-on-dong things).

I think it's only fair.

monty, you cause me concern sometimes.

For the first time in a long while, I have no complaints about men.

My only gripe is there's nothing (read: "no one") 'round here to gripe about.

Meanwhile, I had drinks with a perfectly lovely, smart, funny, beautiful young lady the other night who I could very easily and quickly fall in love with... except she lives in New York City and is just home for the holidays.


Man, pour me 'nother drink.

I think this girl at work likes me. As difficult as that is to believe.

She works in a different office but sometimes I have to go down there to pick up stuff and she always says "hello" or "hi darrin" from waaaaay over the other side of the room.

Or maybe I'm just confusing politeness with sexual lust. Again.

Maybe you should puke on her water glass and see if she still drinks out of it afterwards.

Now that's just gross!