I’m sorry for the lack of decorum in making my very first post in the pit. (Maybe it takes away from my rudeness by offering that I’ve been lurking since the AOL days?) Also, apologies for being gauche and posting with no sleep in the past 29 hours; the job pitting will be posted in another eight or so years.
Background: This was the first man I have ever hit on. It was two months after the disolution of a seven-year relationship. I liked his voice and he is 21 years my senior. Settled and mature, I’m thinking. Soon, I find that he’s stupid. Not nice of me, I know. But really, he is stupid. He truly believes that stars are planets reflecting the sun’s light (you know, like the moon!), women were created by a swiped rib and -TMI part- during intercourse the fleshy thing he may bump into is my little penis coming out to meet him. I’m so sorry for typing that, but fer cryin’ out loud, how does one respond to those comments? My way to respond is to introduce him to this site. Then I have to explain what ignorance is. And I"m still with this guy.
Mid-ground: I partake in many serious discussions with him until he interrupts with belching or announcing that one of the dogs has passed gas. HUGE spat because I walked out of a Gallagher comedy show. We got free tickets and I was excited because Gallagher is fun on TV. Live, he was a sexist, racist, homosexual-bashing pig. Not cool. But the old man didn’t leave when I did; he wasn’t offended by the show. And I’m still with the imbecile.
Tonight: I honestly don’t remember how the yelling started. It did end with me screeching (like only neurotic women can) that “dogs fart!, women do not steal ribs!, stars aren’t reflections of the sun’s light! and I HAVE NEVER HAD A LITTLE PENIS INSIDE OF ME OTHER THAN YOURS!” The old man is soundly sleeping in my bed right now.
In the spirit of the pit (to myself): you are an idiotic, slimy piece of cunt muscle. You are wasting your lesser-educated brain on a leech of the world’s oxygen supply. You are so insecure that you would rather be associated with the likes of the worm-infested waste of your animals than be alone. Grow up and grow some balls; you know better than to tolerate ignorance let alone subject yourself to stupidity.
Thank you for your time. I feel better.