Haha yes Crowbar****, I’ve been trying to clean up myself. That would be super creepy if she did that (although I guess it would spare me the work…?). Sometimes I wonder if she peeks into my room to look at the mess though.
Thanks guys…I appreciate the positive feedback…I realize everyone has their own hangups and insecurities…and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with those who are more introverted…I think as long a person is happy, healthy, can care for themselves and treats others decently it doesn’t matter how many friends they have.
Still can’t get over that neg hits thing…I think I’d have the same reaction to a dude who told me women cursing isn’t attractive.
Actually, it sounds like he went to make a joke and completely frakked it up.
For example, at the platelet donation clinic here, a couple of the nurses take this piss out of people. There’s an art to it, but you have to have mastered the tone. Like if when I mentioned my wife, the two imps got bewildered faces. One asked me what kind of blackmail material I had to make the poor girl marry me, and the other asked my sister (we donate platelets together) “For real? Someone actually married this guy?”
ETA: First time donors always look a little bewildered when they hear the two go off “insulting” a donor. But once you get used to the game, you know to dish it right back.
I have experienced similar stuff from wait staff at a few The Keg type of places, but in those cases, they’ve mastered not only the tone, but the audience. They know when they can get away with joshing that way and not have it backfire.
So gallows it was probably someone who was trying to be clever but flubbed it massively. I wouldn’t take it at face value. Just assume the guy meant to be goofy but instead got all :smack::smack::smack:
I’ve never had experience with a “neg hit”. I could potentially see the charm if it’s clear that the guy was joking and was actually funny (I prefer laughing at myself rather than flattery), but if he’s just saying insulting things to be provocative, yeah, ain’t working here.
Here’s evidence that I’m not truly related to my parents even though I share their DNA: The first thing my dad said to my mom when he met her was, “For a light-skinned woman, you sure have some nappy hair.” And “nappy” was definitely a derrogatory term back then.
I don’t know what is more crazy, that he said this to my mother or that she continued to see him.