I’m still baffled that there’s apparently this entire group of women who consider boyfriend to be an insufficient word, despite it being perfectly fine for the past hundred years. I never even know people like that existed until this thread.
offers Zsofia a tissue
Sorry for being a bit of a dick in this thread.
It’s the “boy”, I guess. We aren’t sixteen. We’re adults who live together, share a lot of expenses, and are neither boys nor girls. “Manfriend”, on the other hand, is creepy and weird. And if you’re writing a thread about somebody and you don’t want to use their name, you say “my boyfriend” so much you sound like a thirteen year old girl who eats lunch every day with some poor guy and tries out her “married lady” signature in her Trapper Keeper.
ETA - I used to know somebody who referred to this sort of adult significant other as “my lover”. Made me want a shower every time.
I like “beau,” myself, but it looks better in print than said out loud. Say it out loud and people say huh?
“Gentleman friend” is pretty Tennessee Williams, and sort of implies he leaves money on the dresser when he goes home.
“My sweetie” is not so bad, but I use it for my husband. Doesn’t describe if you’re married or not.
On the whole, “boyfriend” is about the best of the lot. It may be a little juvenile, but we know what it means. And that’s the point.
I never cared for “boyfriend” myself. It seemed a bit undignified for someone who was over 40, not to mention it might give a false impression of his degree of maturity. Around here, my husband started off as “the gentleman I’m dating” until I got tired of being wordy (at least that way) and just started referring him as “the gentleman”. I can call him my husband now, but I’m reluctant to do so lest it cause confusion 
Is “gentleman” all right?
That’s why I do both. It’s a break two-fer!
STOP RUNNING THE SPRINKLERS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY. WE ARE STILL IN THE FUCKING DESERT. YOU ARE WASTING LOTS AND LOTS OF WATER.
Doing so is stupid and makes you an asshole. Oh, it’s also illegal. Do it before 10 AM or after 6 PM, at least during the summer. I have sent you a somewhat more polite letter pointing this out. I’m also calling and reporting you to the city, because seriously, what the fuck.
And aim your damned sprinklers. The driveway and the sidewalk are as moist as they’re going to get. And when the water is running down the gutter out of your lawn, it’s saturated. Calgary is a semi-arid place, and I see these water-wasting idiots every day in summer. Not to mention everyone who wants a water-sucking, out of place lawn, instead of a beautiful, water-wise yard with plants that do just fine with only rainwater.
I believe the proper term for a male significant other whom you’ve been with for more than a year is
Ol’ What’s His Face
I agree. ‘Boyfriend’ does smack of being teenagers. Someone here (can’t remember who) used the phrase ‘spousal equivalent’ and I like that, but it does get you funny looks sometimes.
Toddlers and babies on airplanes, I know they have a right to travel with their parents, but for the love of God…shut the fuck up!
I found a hurt feral kitten in the road by my house today. Its mother was crouched beside it, and ran away as I drove up. As I stopped and got out, the little thing skittered up under my car. He could obviously move quickly but didn’t want to. His face was covered with blood from his nose and mouth. I talked to him for a few minutes (with his mother looking on from a short distance), but when I actually laid a hand on him, he was galvanized and fled into someone’s yard. His mother followed. It seemed pretty obvious that I couldn’t catch him, and I didn’t know what I’d do if I did, so I left them.
Well, that certainly puts yesterday’s little problems in perspective.
Trap him. You can usually borrow traps (with a deposit) from your local Humane Society. You can take him and his mother in to them, get them low-cost spayed and neutered, and if you want to you can take the kitten to your own vet. That way, if it would be kinder to put him down, it can be done quickly and painlessly.
This needs to be repeated. Especially since I got an unscheduled shower walking to work this morning.
Monkey grass does not need that much water, people.
No one’s asking you to use real names. But how about using nouns like “husband”, “daughter”, “son”, etc?
Like they taught you in library school, darlin’: consider the source. You go right on being who you are and talking the way you do.
Maybe. The ferals in our neighborhood live in the sewers and are rarely seen. I can look for him near the spot he was hurt, but chances are high I’ll just never find him again.
Well, on the bright side, if you do put a trap down with some nice tasty tuna in it you might make a new hissing spitting biting possum friend! Wouldn’t that be sweet? 
Yes, it’s going to be a rainy day. Yes, bringing your umbrella is a good idea. But for the love of all that is good and holy, do you have to hold it parallel to the ground and swing your arms like a trapeze artist while you walk down the street!? Does it even fucking occur to you that you are actually holding something that has a sorta pointy end on it?
Honestly, how fucking clueless are some people. Rush hour on a downtown Toronto sidewalk and they think they’re Gene fucking Kelly.
Yes, it’s going to be a rainy day. Yes, bringing your umbrella is a good idea. But for the love of all that is good and holy, do you have to hold it parallel to the ground and swing your arms like a trapeze artist while you walk down the street!? Does it even fucking occur to you that you are actually holding something that has a sorta pointy end on it?
Honestly, how fucking clueless are some people? Rush hour on a downtown Toronto sidewalk and they think they’re Gene fucking Kelly.
Hey, wait! Aren’t we even going to vote? I say keep it.
If you quit, I’m going to start.