In a way, it’s a good thing most guys are assholes. It makes it all the more easier to recognize the right one. When a man takes a piss on me, I really should thank him. Instead of wasting my time, I am freed to continue my search for the right man.
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
Could you add some context to your comments.
I am always a supporter and will be on your side.
A most disturbing visual comes to mind.
Context– a guy was an asshole to me. Initially I was angry but then I realized it was a good thing because I could move on rather than waste my time on the wrong person and continue my search for the right one.
Was it the guy with the flowers and the treats?
Aren’t you in the sales profession? I thought that match.com
was allegedly useful in pre-qualifing prospects…in other
words, it’s supposed to greatly reduce the asshole quotient up front…isn’t it?
Possible scenarios:
a. Match.com is not doing the job
b. Match.com is weeding out the sphincters, but you’re choosing them anyway
c. You are uber-picky
No, the guy with the flower and treats is a nice guy.
I think match.com advertises itself as weeding out the assholes but really, anyone can register and post a profile. There is no weeding out on their end of undesirable types. Heck, I’m on there aren’t I?
I really don’t think I am ueber-picky. Besides, I am not the one doing the rejecting.
It’s like my momma used to say (affecting a Rosanne
Rosannadanna accent):
“All that bull**** about “compatability tests” means nothing.
What matters is the elusive quality called “chemistry”, and no matchmaking service has devised a system that can figure that one out.”
Several years ago I parted with a lot of money in the hopes
of finding the right person from among TEN prospective mates.
The women I met were all looking for JR Ewing, or a neurosurgeon, or a partner in a law firm.
Advice: Just go to a bar and meet a nice guy and have him fix you breakfast.
I’m starting to think that match.com is a waste of time. I am going to try eHarmony, next, even though it’s more expensive.
I’m still wrestling with the idea of assholes pissing, which seems to be contrary to what I learned in freshman biology.
Late to the party! Here’s my comment anyway:
Expressing gratitude for being urninated on is a sexual fetish resulting from deeply held negative beliefs about one’s own self-image, and the need to transfer the degradation into the act of sex for a sense of normalcy. In any case, it is highly inappropriate for first date activities, and is more safely lived out through various web sites devoted to the fetish.
I’m only guessing mind you…not that I would know.
Grrrrr! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!!!!! I didn’t mean it literally! If someone actually peed on me I would shove their head so far into their torso, they’d have to drop their pants to say hello! (This does not apply to Bobo since he has on a number of occassions dripped on me and I have not done anything violent towards him in the name of urine.)
The guy just upset me. And really, he wasn’t cruel, just cold. I overreacted a tad. I can say that now that I am looking back with a cooler head.
The nice thing is I know who to consult if I have any questions on abnormal sexual fetishes! 😉
I know you didn’t mean it literally, but I could not resist. ;~)
Who said anything about abnormal?