They never mentioned those in Nintendo Power.
Women have a command line interface terminal where you can tap out console commands. You didn’t know?
To nobody’s surprise, not even the editors of Nintendo Power know those codes.
It’s also possible to go out with someone part of a larger group of friends that meet in group excursions like clubbing (though this does leave room for internecine strife). Another friend of mine met his girlfriend on WoW and she actually moved countries to live with him.
My great grandfather would take the family shopping on the weekend, go into a bar and leave them in the car for several hours, then drive them home completely out of his skull.
Well, the earliest marriage contract on record involved trading a fourteen year old girl for six cows (lost a better cite). The earliest recorded marriage (for which there was no contract) involved a kidnapping, too.
No biggie, it generally is. Beer?
Erm, could you provide a link to the thread you’re reading, 'cus I didn’t see any of that in the OP. You MAY be projecting, just a tad here…
A couple of my ancestors did that in the mid-15th century. The wealthy parents of two young women died. Two of three brothers “with force and armes, riotously agense the Kinges peas, arayed in the manner of warre…toke and caried [them] away.” The young women made “grete and pittious lamentacion and weping.” The third brother, a lawyer, successfully fought off the ensuing law suits launched by the young women’s trustee. One wonders if it was more of an elopement with the accusation of kidnapping being made to bolster the trustee’s case. In the end, one couple had no children, while the other couple had eighteen children, and thereby brought the estate into the kidnapper’s line.
Don’t mind if I do. Got any pretzels or something?
I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, there’s no insanity in My family. So why do I keep seeing these messages from Troppus?
But nobody knows what the commands are and typing “help” or “man” only gets you berated for half an hour…
God lord you’re right. If you tap out man all hell will break loose.
Lessee…
I got some nuts if that’s any use to you?
Are they salty?
ETA: I totally wasn’t going to go there, 'cause I’m a lady. 
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.” --Robert A. Heinlein
Meh… with that, I think if Mr. Heinlein was a dog he’d be one of these.
No suprise.
Worth noting that Heinlein was definitely an ailurophile, seemingly like a number of those classic SF writers ( like Cordwainer Smith and Fritz Leiber ).
Oh, you’ll be wanting one of them fancy lady’s beers then. I’ll see what I can do.
Salty? No, I prefer either a sort of firehouse chilli or smoky barbecue - peanuts, cashews or almonds, I’m not too fussy. I’ll…
Oh, wait! :smack:
Oh, my. :o
Where can I put myself?
Yeah, I just felt bad for the OP’s quick-and-hopefully-short-lived heartbreak.
Just want to represent the shy guys. We aren’t going to be all slick, or jump right into “So…you married? Mess around anyhow? Got a Significant Other that’ll cut himself if you talk to another guy?” Or really any less-than-polite banter.
Some of us just want to know the ground rules, and what category you’re in. So, thanks for letting us know in as honest and low-key a way as possible.
But enough about your nuts…
Quite. I also have an assortment of old furniture (none of it valuable), three and a half sets of the Encyclopedia Britannica, a 19th century ormolu clock that doesn’t go, a piano with several strings missing, the scabbard from a US Army sabre, a 1950s printing Monopoly set with instructions in Dutch, and seventeen assorted picture frames.
So, you want to come look at my junk, or what?