Some people here are fast approaching the age when a good night's sleep is at least as appealing, or perhaps even more appealing, than sex. That kinda puts a different spin on these types of questions.
Some people here are fast approaching the age when a good night's sleep is at least as appealing, or perhaps even more appealing, than sex. That kinda puts a different spin on these types of questions.
Some people here are fast approaching the age when a good night's sleep is at least as appealing, or perhaps even more appealing, than sex. That kinda puts a different spin on these types of questions.
And what age is that?
I remember being on a date when I was about 35 and I started thinking that I was a lot more interested in whether the girl had a nice, comfortable bed than in any of her physical characteristics (which were good, of course, as was her personality - I just found myself becoming more interested in what thread count her sheets had, what her mattress was like, how recently she had washed the sheets, and so forth)
I just found myself becoming more interested in what thread count her sheets had, what her mattress was like, how recently she had washed the sheets, and so forth)
That's what you get for running. Carousel is nothing to be afraid of.
I always think that it's extremely situational. If it's like, late at night and there's only you and the antagonist then you shouldn't get involved. While you may make yourself look stupid in front of a crowd or in the daytime, the less chance that anything serious will happen.
I remember one time in a Wal-Mart around Midnight, I heard the most ignorant shit I've ever heard and I wanted to tell off the group of hicks...but they were a group of hicks, no one else was around, and I assumed they had nothing to lose.
The above is a reason why I should thank God every day that I live in the city, despite the inevitable douchebaggery.
I encounter douchbaggery on a regular basis in the city. A different form compared to hick douches. Me and the boyfriend made a game out of spotting them and their interactions with us. It's turning douches into lemonade. Except it tastes kinda vinegar like.
I guess I should devolve more into the reason I felt that way.
Another reason I didn't want to tell off the hicks, is because I just ended a hatred I had for this hick kid I knew from high school who used to annoy the shit out of me. And after I called him a "faggot" one day, I think he started stalking me. (He's the real street-racer, "I'm so tough", backwards cap, earring type) And after I apologized to me, he was all. "Oh, that's good because now you can be my damn friend!" And I really wanted to say: Motherfucker, I don't want to be your damn friend. (I did find out lulz along the way about him though)
So after I ended that, I didn't want to start another fight. This was all during that same trip to Wal-Mart and after I left I was like. "I can't fucking wait until I move to the city."
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Anyone care to test this theory? We should do an experiment.
Tits, tits, tits.. There, just dirtied my mind back up.
I'm thinking you'd need at least several hundred data points. Sounds like a tough job to me.
I remember one time in a Wal-Mart around Midnight, I heard the most ignorant shit I've ever heard and I wanted to tell off the group of hicks...but they were a group of hicks, no one else was around, and I assumed they had nothing to lose.
EDIT: This might be ambiguous. What I mean is that these hicks probably having "nothing to lose" is a hilarious observation.
Another reason I didn't want to tell off the hicks, is because I just ended a hatred I had for this hick kid I knew from high school who used to annoy the shit out of me. And after I called him a "faggot" one day, I think he started stalking me. (He's the real street-racer, "I'm so tough", backwards cap, earring type) And after I apologized to me, he was all. "Oh, that's good because now you can be my damn friend!" And I really wanted to say: Motherfucker, I don't want to be your damn friend. (I did find out lulz along the way about him though)
So after I ended that, I didn't want to start another fight. This was all during that same trip to Wal-Mart and after I left I was like. "I can't fucking wait until I move to the city."
Besides, these weren't even people you knew, right? You would probably never see them again. Or were you just worried about getting yourself pounded?