No way, it’s not like I was fierce with Davebear…read my response. Even if he did seem to be insinuating I was being loose in my morals I am sure it was a misunderstnading. I do tend to be flirty and rather liberal with my openminded posts here so I can see how he got that impression. Not to mention I have a rather colorful past I have no problem sharing with the world!! 
Gee, I think it has been a long time since I have made a guy blush!!! Thanks for making my Saturday morning! [giggle]
KEWL, Dude, that is High Praise, all-right, and deservedly so!
And “You Rock” is a Way Kewler thing to hear than, “You, Grasshopper, put rice paper mat On Rock … sleep there!” … Not complainin’ mind ya, just “you rock” has a more poetic ring to it …
Whew! wipes brow I’m safe from Davebear’s advances!
So you’re saying I’m totally NOT understandable? Eh… sometimes I can be obtuse. Sorry, but that’s how I am.
Neither had I, but then Spoz told me that just the other day. (of course, everybody rocks when he’s drunk… but he was saying “cheers for being online in a moment when [he’s] totally hammered…”) That’s still good. 
I like chatting to him, even when he’s drunk… at least he’s a GOOFY drunk, and not a MEAN one.
F_X
Well, I have my inner poet locked deep in the inner dungeon, at the moment.
Hmm. Should I be insulted?
I didn’t say totally. But, you can be obscure, at times.
Update time! I met Monica for coffee, pre-party, yesterday. Good thing, too, because she had zero interest in me. Wouldn’t even make eye contact, most of the time. Too bad, too, because she was very attractive, and I liked her, aside from that. Oh, well. So, I didn’t go to the party; it would have been very uncomfortable, for both of us, I think. I went to the dopefest, such as it was, instead. Turned out to be just me and Robot Arm. And, an incredibly luscious young waitress. And, some yummy cherry pie.
So, uh, did this thread turn out to last longer than you expected it to, Davebear?
Well, not meaning to hijack [2], but personally, well, it gets lonely up here, when she’s down at a -er- ‘Staff meeting’ with the General and his Adjutants. I don’t like the feeling that “being serviced” like a car up on jacks[3]. As I said, this is a bit hypocritical of me, given my other preferences, but there it is. De gustibus non disputandum. [4]
Actually, I feel kinda bad about my OP on this. I really do have the preferences I stated, but my feeble attempt to complete the circle with a "joke"was pretty lame. I’m trying to find my SMDB voice again after a long absence, and for some reason, failing so utterly that I bore even myself. I blame a subconscious conflict with to the meaning underlying my nick here, born of what are now tumultuous memories of a long distant life: I’m not having this problem on #straightdope IRC under another nick, or another BBS I frequent.)
Thanks for bearing with me until I get it sorted out. [5]
[1] “Master of all who call back”
[2] yeah, like this thread hasn’t already been to Cuba so often that the FAA wants to reclassify it as a shuttle. Oh wait, that’s not the FAA, It’s Freetobeme trying to get the thread closed as “travel to cuba” (seriously, no hard feelings on my end, bud -i’m trying to (re)find my voice, too- I’m just ragging on ya like I’d rag on anyone)
[3] jokes involving brake and lube jobs deleted under the human rights provisions of the 1975 UNESCO Helsinki Agreement
[4] This is either Latin for “There’s no accounting for tastes” or my drunken mestizo Spanish for “trust me, compadre, you don’t want to taste that puta” (damn, now I’ll never again be able to read the word “putative” without snickering)
[5] No pun intended, Bear
No, don’t take it as an insult. Just that if I did have someone of a certain age trying to come onto me in real life, I’d be a little ooged out. But this is just fine here… I’m safe from anybody trying to actually contact me and flirt in real time. (if you know what I mean)
Yes, that much I admit. Like the times when I go on and on about certain pet subjects of mine. Even my top online person to talk to gets tired of it!
F_X
Well, it certainly lasted longer than I’d hoped. I’d hoped to have a happy ending with which to wrap things up, long ago. But, I can’t say it’s a huge surprise, given my history of long threads.
Ahhh! Now, I get it. I even share that sentiment, to some extent. That’s different than what I though you meant.
Don’t worry about it. You’re getting there.
Puns are always welcome in my threads. I’m sort of a lapsed punster, myself.
Great. Now, I’m “of a certain age”. I thought that phrase only applied to women “of a certain age”.
But, I would say you’re actually safe from people contacting you. You have your email address public, after all.
Bummer! Wouldn’t even make eye-contact after persuing you on the web! I know that girl! … wait … that opposite coast thing, again, I know her clone!
And just SEE the power you have, D.Beat … once folks heard * you* weren’t gonna make the Dope Fest, everyone but our Stout and devoted arms bearer, bailed! It really IS all about you! D.Bear!!!
Everything, really … about you … yup … all of it!
Wow Dave, you have your own fan club. Amazing.You should start selling tickets. Maybe you could eventually quit your day job. I see Tonight show appearances in your future, book tours, ahouse in the Hollywood Hills, … then you wouldn’t have to worry about Cupid.com…all the young starlets would clamour to fall at your feet. Imagine!..Fame fortune and fine young flesh, all you need is the right agent. I think Wyatt is right for the job.
Dammit! That’s what happens when you rush. Obviously, it’s supposed to say “I would not say…”. Makes no sense, as is.
Well, I wouldn’t say she was actually pursuing me. It was kind of mutual. We were both interested.
Yeah, that’s it. :rolleyes:
That sounds like fun. But, if these women fall at my feet, Wyatt will grab them. You know how he’s always prostating himself at my feet.
“Prostating” himself at your feet? Sounds kinda icky Dave…
ummmmm … a little company there at the feet … [simpsons-Homer] Ummmmm S t a r l e t s … [/simpsons]
Prostating? Audible Rubber Glove ¦ Snap ¦ … Hey!!! Wait Just a Minute! :o
(gee, That blush actually Fits here!)
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Sooo Wyatt, what pun did YOU associate with the artwork? Hmmm? care to explain to us in little bitty words? LOL! Feel free to prostate your ass off my fine friend! [hands him a rubber glove…on second thought, hands him TWO]
Ohhhhhh … nuthin’… never mind … just a poor choice of words … nothing to see here, folks, just keep moving …
So … back to DBear Just for curiosity, What did you and Monica talk about at your little pre-party coffee? How’d y’all decide that you shouldn’t go meet her other bald-guy loving friends? What kind of party Was it? Didja find out?
Now that it’s Monday…
Davebear wrote:
I’ve been weird for a rilly long time. Usually it’s not Dada weird tho’.
Davebear and Peritrochoid wrote:
Ding Ding one radler for the dude whose name sounds like rocks. But I knew what Dave meant anyhow.
Carry on!
HA! That’s great! Not only do I rock (thanks mipiace!), but my name also sounds like rocks!
Coincidence? I don’t think so!
::thoughtfully ponders the meaning of radler:: 
So, Dave, how go things in the romance department this week?
Well, it was gruelling, if you must know. I’ve rarely had such a struggle to keep a conversation going. We talked about movies, long enough to discover we share little in that realm. We talked about her coming from Jersey. Normally a good thing, in my book. Except that I mentioned having been to Newark, once, and found it to be a “horrible, industrial area”. Care to guess where she’s from? We talked about her love of travel and my distaste for same. I mean, Europe or Australia, sure. But, she volunteered to spend two weeks working for Sister Theresa’s organisation in Calcutta. She wants to go to Iran. What does one say to that?
“Really? And, they let you run around loose?”
As for the party, she clearly didn’t like me, at all, so there was no way I was going to trap myself in a room with her for another several hours. And, I doubt her friends would have felt any differently. Birds of a feather, and all that. It was a gathering of like-minded folk from various endeavors, mostly volunteer work. I believe there were supposed to be seven women there, but that could easily have resulted in my simply feeling seven times more worthless. So, I didn’t see the point in going.
I haven’t seen or heard anyone use “rilly” in about 25 years. My sister used to do it, and I always wanted to smack her, when she did. But, maybe it sounds less annoying when you say it. (I doubt it, though.)
Huh. I thought German was a literal language.
I think your name sounds like some fossil critter, even though I know it’s a geometry term. But, maybe we should just call you Rocky, from now on.
Romance? Well, I saw Harmony, again, Sunday. I got the full details on her hellish divorce (and I speak as the veteran of two, myself…hers is hellish), and the other men (now down to one man) in her life. Then we had dessert. But, the preceding talk kind of took some of the luster off the frosting, if you know what I mean. And, it was pretty short, because she had to go pick up her daughter; only an hour, or so. But, it was still nice.
Other than that, nada. I never did hear back from the other one that wanted to meet. I should probably follow up with her. But, this is why I wasn’t worried about all the juggling, earlier. I knew some of them would turn out to be illusory. (I’m not always as clueless as I was with Theresa.)