Maybe you should have gone to see SofaSpud. I heard he’s therapist.
Yeah, I made the same joke twice. What of it?
Oh, man, now I have to put a picture up. Thanks, Cervaise. (And holy crap, what’s up with Grog the Cave-Rapist on that first page? Yikes!)
Ok, here’s a crappy camera-phone pic of me asking the camera, “Do I look like a rapist?”
tdn: No! Well, all except maybe the penis part. It’s hard to keep it tucked away, y’know.
I had a contrasting problem when I was in college. A female student explained that she wouldn’t consider “dating” me by saying: “You’re not hairy enough.” I assume she meant my legs, as she was looking in their direction and I was wearing shorts that day. The tone of her voice suggested that she was extrapolating that my insufficient lower-limb hirsuteness was echoed by relative genital-area baldness and, hence, insufficient testosterone to satisfy her needs.
IMO you look like a sweetheart.
Are you my dad?? My mom says this was the first time she ever used the word “fuck” in her life. 
Dude, please don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re thinner than I expected.
Ditto.
Good. About time. Some venting. I’m going through what is a fairly amicable separation. This means that firearms are not involved, nor are Orders of Restraint.
Nasty things? This is what I’ve been told in the last 2 months:
- You’re a basically unhappy person.
- You’re intolerable.
- Sure you’re handsome enough but you could stand to lose a few pounds.
- You’re sort of a Silver Medal. I want The Gold Medal guy !! I want better ! Don’t want to settle for someone like you again!
I’ve gotten more nasty from someone of the opposite sex in the last 60 days than I have in my entire life.
I tell you, it does chip away at the self-image. 
Cartooniverse
Holy fucking hell, I think I’d rather take my chances with the firearms and restraining orders. :eek: :mad:
Are you kidding me? You look like the kind of guy I’d buy (and enjoy) a drink (with).
That’s a fairly amicable separation?! Ouch.
Thanks. And, props to Sofaspud for walking out on that hellaciously cruel female. My god, man.
Not from my camera phone, but in the spirit of full disclosure, this is what my soon-to-be ex saw when she was looking at me and saying those things.
( I can joke about it because laughter and humor is my healthiest defense mechanism. God damn she has a cruel streak in her. )
Cartooniverse, there’s a nasty part of me that’s kinda hoping she only gets to meet a lot of guys who wouldn’t even place, from now on.
Sofaspud, you’re obviously a total sweetie, you can tell in that picture. I am beginning to think you just have the misfortune of having run into a lot of immature assholes in your lifetime.
Cartooniverse, I’m sorry to hear about the mean things said to you, I know you’ve been going through a hard time & should know I always appreciate your posts. Someone who would say those things to you is obviously a ‘‘Silver Medal’’ herself and you deserve Gold!
You are very kind, thank you.
To be honest, it is SO telling that those words would even fall from her lips. I’ve never rated or …judged?.. any woman against any other woman I’ve known. Either I click with them or I do not, as though they are the only woman on the planet and the potential connection rises or fades on its own merit.
I can’t decide if I want to be Wilma Rudolph or Mark Spitz.
Just to be sure, we’re just talking about raping people right?
SofaSpud, you like fine to me, and you look like someone who is fun to hug.
Well, I’m not Hal… ducks for cover
I assume that’s what they were referring to. You’d think they’d have qualified it a bit if it wasn’t, y’know, people-rape they were talking about.
“Sofaspud, you look like a zebra rapist!” Something like that. 
gigi, olives, Anaamika, Kythereia: thanks for the kind words. These days I find it more funny than anything else, but it was (and is) a serious “WTF?” moment. I’m waiting for the next one, but of course now I’ll have to make sure they’re not a Doper. 
OneCentStamp: I get that a lot, actually. But believe me, as soon as I have to cram myself into a seat on a plane, I realize that, damn, I need to lose more weight.
Actually, you look sort of like my husband. Who doesn’t look like a rapist.*
I should also point out that my dad (who’s most definitely sub-200 pounds at 6 feet and some change) was also bitching about having to cram himself into a seat on his plane a couple of weeks ago. If you didn’t need the stupid extender belt, then using airplane seats to judge your need to loose weight is… how should I put this… not the best possible yardstick to use
I’m still not totally sure what a rapist looks like, though.
- You can work on your happiness.
- We can tolerate you just fine. What’s your ex’s problem?
- You’re handsome. Hit a gym and become fantastic.
- Being a silver medal is pretty impressive. Good luck to your ex. If she’s lucky she just might get bronze.