NightSG

Save your money and just go buy a saddle instead. A well used one, because that's what she's going to look like by 40. On the plus side, the saddle won't ever look much worse if you care for it properly, (which is much less effort than a vain woman) and it won't argue with you...and it'll stay just as firm as the day you got it.

Sort of reminiscent of this poorly thought out light switch cover plate.

All the cats who never had a cat lady in this life will be yours to snuggle with.

Forget The Notebook; I just want a relationship like Carl and Ellie in Up. (Well, ok, without the early death bit, but still, that was 8 minutes without dialog that told a better love story than many novels.)

Never mind; literally ten minutes ago he called one of the guys to say that his computer and phone got trashed by a power surge. He was enjoying the peace and quiet for a couple weeks until his son showed up to check on him and they decided to go on a two week hunting trip in the Ozarks without telling anyone, including his sister who is quite likely on her way to beat the crap out of him for not borrowing the son's phone and letting people know he was OK all along.

EDIT: Never mind; he's been found and is OK. Specifically near Leetonia? Have an online friend up there who's disappeared. Phone off, not replying to emails, etc. AFAIK, he doesn't use Facebook anyway. Several of us have tried to contact him, and while he may just be hiding from an ex girlfriend, it's been about a month, and he's had serious PTSD and alcoholism (and he's diabetic, so the drinking has nearly killed him a couple times - he was clean for several months, but I suspect if he's out of contact, that's a part of the reason) issues in the past, so it would be great if someone in the area could check on him face to face, and maybe sit down and just let him ramble about whatever is going on. Even if we could get in touch with him, he's sort of the odd one of the group geographically; I think the closest of us is about 400 miles away, and phone or email just isn't the same as someone to talk to face to face if he's falling back on the bottle. Missionaries are an option, but I'd rather he not think we're trying to convert him. (Raised something fundamentalist, so he's a bit tired of altar calls.) Someone with experience dealing with PTSD and/or alcoholism would be ideal, but anyone willing to listen would be a big help.

IMO, you're overthinking it. She admitted it, and you're supportive; you're already off to a better start than a huge number of couples who have managed to make things work through a lot worse initial conditions. (And it goes without saying that it's a better start than many who don't ultimately make it work.) Personally, I'd rethink the possibility of civil marriage and going to the temple later. (Assuming, of course, that she can't go within a couple months.) If you can't commit to a first step with the second step a year later, you're not ready to commit to anything eternal. If she's turned to porn in the past, it's likely she has an issue with seeking physical contact, which could turn into other issues if you delay the marriage significantly.

Even still, when you get to a certain amount of difference, the higher definitely has more control over the potential for a meeting than the lower. Trump would be welcome to troll for chicks at my party as long as he brings food, whereas I doubt a Taco Casa family pack would get me into his.

I'm trying to think of the number of times I've met single women making more than low six figures in any sort of situation where it would be appropriate to express such an interest. Not coming up with any off the top of my head. The inverse (the person of higher social status meeting one of lower status, particularly at the level where one could easily create such an opportunity) seems more likely.

It's GQ; the biggest issue with a last minute overhaul is replacing the crayons the senior staff already ate.

Yup; literally days after another guy risked his life to stop the Sutherland Springs shooter, they decide to honor an attention whoring crybaby instead.

Letting his mother dictate the terms of your relationship isn't a good start.

Meh; just another example of the Church moulding its views to support societal norms instead of settling the issue quickly with a duel.

I just like hanging out with people who agree with me because they're smart.

Better hurry; just a few months left to trade it in for $200 off a brand new one.

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Think about all the bad stuff that happens to you in a year; every illness, car issue, speeding ticket, stubbed toe, jammed finger, etc. that impacts your ability to do something, whether by physical limitation, taking up part of your discretionary budget, or whatever means. Are there 52 or more bad things in a year? If so, odds are very good that one of them will happen in the week leading up to any particular event. If not, think harder. If still not, post your address because several of us are really sick of people like you and will make sure you get your share of problems.

Used to work with a woman who had a tattoo of a leather band on her arm. (Apparently the tooling on the leather was copied from a belt her grandmother had worn.) The shading was perfect; even from just a couple feet away it looked like the real thing. Amazing 3D effect. She once asked me if she even needed to wear a shirt to work, or if I'd still just keep staring at the tattoo. I'd have had to check out the rest of the view, but I'm still not sure where my eyes would have ended up after the initial tour.

So what is the inverse? I've been grabbed there by women I didn't know on two occasions I can remember. Generally, I just take it as confirmation that all the cycling is doing some good. Now if I could get the same type of action toward my abdomen, rather than people patting it for good luck...

$250k per house would be more than the cost of tearing down and rebuilding in plenty of places.

Even worse when you get one who actively twists any good thing you do; taking her to dinner or buying her a gift is wasting money, but also won't be good enough because you're too cheap to do something really special. Eventually I learned to distract myself from the screaming fits by just monitoring for keywords to see whether I'd be called cheap or wasteful first. (Usually got both in the same argument - for the same act - if it went on long enough.)

I think Satan exists because so many people demand someone to blame for all their problems. After all, they need an excuse to feel super special when the car breaks down or they catch a cold.

First thing I get from it; four houses only nets them 17 parking spaces? Sounds like they're some of those 1940s prefabs or something similar.

Maybe they're Jewish spirits and get confused by the different calendar.

So, I'm sitting in McDonalds (free refills, WiFi and I don't have to turn up the heat at home if I wait until a few minutes before bedtime to go home) with a fountain pen (Hero 266 loaded with Noodler's Antietam - thought I might take some notes on a magic routine or two.) in my pocket, practicing one-handed cuts with a deck of cards (scissor cut has been tricky since I jammed my finger but it's getting the flexibility back) while watching YouTube videos. How's that for an odd hobby?