how bizarre. I’m not quite 5’7" and my inseam is 32"
I come from the spider people, I guess. 
If you place your hands on the trunk of a tree, the side with the moss growing on it is due north.
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Oh my god. WORD.
Today is my 27th Day Wedding anniversary. So, things are bright and new and pretty damned great. However, when I hit the wall and am falling asleep, we could be discussing pretty much anything under the sun or moon. I listen hard because what she says matters to me so very much. But… when that switch is hit, I’m done for. Usually she is gently amused and we shelve the topic for the next day. A few times it’s chafed and I can tell, but no matter what I do, if my brain is shutting down for the night, I can’t fake my way out of it. And, since I’m not really able to pay proper attention at that point, I’d not want to fake my way out of it. The TALK talk can always be re-addressed when both of us are conscious as well as conscientious.
Since there is rarely any moss around here, on ANY side of the tree, that’s not particularly helpful.
It’s also not very helpful in the SoW (at least the we[s]t side), but for the opposite reason. Here moss grows on all points of the compass — not to mention on the north side of your body if you stand still very long.
Guys - it’s just not funny - you know I’m not working, so to suggest that I’m sitting on a bag of gold, to suggest that I can always sell my body is old. Oh, you hope I’m not offended, oh I know it’s just a joke, oh it’s some sort of backhanded flattery. How about I pimp your greasy arse out instead?
I will admit that I am a woman and I do this with some frequency. Usually this is because when I get upset or worried or whatever I am struck by this massive wall of emotion and feeling that takes me several hours to work through and put into words. Then when I have the words I’m panicked that in my attempt to share my concern with you that looking into your eyes is going to make me burst into tears while trying to have this conversation. It doesn’t even have to be something related to our relationship, it can be a difficult descision regarding work or any number of things. Eye contact ratchets up the seriousness and emotional content of a conversation, which is great if the conversation is how much we love each other but not so good if we are discussing how I’m afraid I’m going to get fired at work or whatever. It is much, much easier to lay next to you and hold your hand in the dark to talk about difficult things. Other excellent situations to have THAT TALK in are driving in the car together or while one of us is in the shower. Anything that takes it from a face to face conversation to something simpler and gives me the ability to separate the emotion from the situation is really helpful and keeps me from bawling like an idiot while trying to talk to you.
Women go shopping. Men go buying.
If you want to buy a woman a present that will please her, I guess you have to train yourself to shop for it like she would.
Yet another instance of “life sucks.”
What malls are your ladies going to where there isn’t some vague entertainment option? Hell, the Polo section of my Macy’s has a leather couch, lots of magazines, and a TV. The SO would rather be at home reading, but a leather couch and a tv pleases him just fine.
My mini rant is that men seem incapable of cleaning up after what they just did. My SO is a terrific cleaner - maybe slightly more anal than me, but it might be a draw - but he won’t put his shoes away, his coat away, etc when he comes home. It looks messy and it takes 2 seconds; do it as you walk in the door
Well, I’m perfectly happy to go shopping for guitars, camera gear, bicycles and motorcycles when I’m not really buying, but clothes are a utilitarian item.
:eek: Christ, who are these people? If they’re friends of yours, it’s time to cut them loose. If they’re strangers, it’s time to cut their balls off. They are NOT representative of men.
On that note, women who think all men are raving misogynistic ass holes because of one jerk. You know we’re not all like that. You know most of us aren’t like that. Yet, “Men!..” is the start of many a conversation and the same conversation centered around women would send all the ladies out there into a fit. So don’t think it’s OK to “Men!..” every conversation.
Drunken pilot friend of friend was the last one, I’m not about to check, but I doubt guys like him have any balls. I’ve never had a woman say that to me though, I suppose the female equivalent is - check Joe, he’s loaded. I agree on the “Men …” thing Justin, my eyes glaze over.
Gee, thank you. There’s nothing I like more than being told how unmanly I am because I don’t live up to your arbitrary standards.
I just want to know who has so little on their mind that they count the streetlights.
Also, i don’t know what it means to “orient yourself to the compass without visual cues.” Does that mean that i should be able able to blindfold myself, have someone spin me round a bunch of times, and then point to north without removing the blindfold? How else do we orient ourselves in everyday life if not by visual cues?
I don’t know any women who “Men!” every conversation. Sometimes, yes, but that’s no more an indicator of constant man bashing than your “Women!” commentary is indicator of constant woman bashing.
And, as much as I hate to say it, even guys who aren’t raving misogynistic assholes have a disturbing tendency to harbor these disturbing little streaks of chauvanistic assholery. These stand out like a DayGlo dashboard Jesus to us and are nearly invisible to them because they’re not raving misogynistic assholes.
I’m assuming that’s another name for stoplights, otherwise there’s some issues there.
And, as much as I hate to say it, even gals who aren’t raving misandrinistic assholes have a disturbing tendency to harbor these disturbing little streaks of chauvanistic assholery. These stand out like a DayGlo dashboard Jesus to us and are nearly invisible to them because they’re not raving misandrinistic assholes.
Guys, guys, people are people, so why should it be that we should get along so awfully?
Please do not include me in that “we”, as I also hate it when I’m expected to be a mind reader. Also, if you’re both shopping, why would he have to buy something for you?
We have the new toilet! 
It’s in my car now, and the guy is coming to install it on Thursday. We don’t think we could lift it on our own (toilets are heavier than we thought), much less carry it down the stairs from the garage and up the stairs to the second floor.
In theory. In reality, the wet towel sits there and doesn’t dry (since the toilet keeps dripping), and grows mildew, which ruins it. We lost a beach towel to that toilet. Guess who put the beach towel there, and guess who had to get out the moldy towel and carry it down to the laundry room to try to salvage it? I will be so glad when this leaky toilet is out of our lives.
These are not guest towels that are not supposed to be used. I don’t have any of those, since I don’t see the point of them. These are just towels that I like, and would not like to see ruined.