I originally found Real Dolls to be amusing. One of my high school buddies and I were always kidding about having to get a Real Doll because our love prospects were nil. Seven years later, he has no need for one, and I have no desire to drop five grand on a silicone sex toy.
Having just visited the site again, I can say, damn, they’ve expanded their operations in the years since I last visited. Male Real Dolls? She-Male Real Dolls? Alien Real Dolls? What’s most amusing is a special addition that let’s the doll respond to sensations with pre-recorded audio clips. You just use an ethernet cord to connect the Real Doll to a Windows-based PC. The joke possibles on “my Real Doll just went down!” alone make me giggle.
If it’s any consolation, Obsidian, I’ll probably be in the bathroom with you crying a little at my loneliness. Then I’ll watch Cartoon Network, eat some Bon-Bons, and life will all right again.
I don’t understand the OP’s issue at all. Who cares whether you have a date or not? For anybody that petty, I wouldn’t care about their opinion on any matter at all.
For the record: Married but go to “company” things usually alone. It would never occur to me that anyone would think that me going “stag” was at all worth a nanosecond of their time.
Obsidian, do what you want to do. Don’t pay attention to the petty crap of others.
You know what, I care. No one I work with would notice or give a rats ass about the status of my date. But it’s still depressing and lonely, and I don’t like feeling that way. What I want is to have someone to dance with and lean against and have a wonderful night with. I don’t want to spend the entire night praying none of my bosses ask me to dance (I’m an executive assistant. Dancing with said executive is just weird) and making small talk with the one wife who’s too pregnant to get up much.
I’d love to do what I want. Point me at the boyfriend vending machine.
My suggestion for the office party, Obsidian, is for you to ask the boss to dance. I also suggest you make sure to dance with several men, so it’s clear you’re just dancing.
Otherwise, I suggest you reread twickster’s post early in this thread. IMnshO, she had a very good idea, that addresses two Dopers’ social-function questions.
I’ve skipped the last few company parties, not just because I’m single in a company full of marrieds, but because it’s a small enough company that I get to see everyone at work anyway. Very few people share my interests outside of work, and I run out of stuff to say. Those facts, coupled with the company’s low budget for parties the last few years means I have no desire to give up a Saturday for a potluck lunch at the sailing club.
This year, things may be different. We’ve hired a lot of new people, but the party will still be a family affair as opposed to an “evening affair.” Maybe I’ll talk one of my friends into coming with me.
Anyway, since this doesn’t address your problem, Obsidian, I’ll echo the previous suggestions of taking Troy McClure. He seems like a dapper fellow. You may remember him from such instructional films as The Blinding of Larry Driscoll.
A-freakin’-men. I didn’t even notice the difference until after I got divorced.
On a related note, I wholly sympathize with Obsidian’s work schedule. This week I’ve spent two days working here until after 10PM on a project. Boss says, “Well, it’s OK for you–you don’t have a family to take care of…” Gee, thanks. Who needs a social life, anyway?
What the hell, I’ll volunteer. If any woman needs an escort for a company party in the greater Tampa area, drop me a line. My e-mail’s in my profile. I’m not using this thread as a place to pick up chicks (I’m newly involved with a wonderful woman, actually), I just think it could be fun to attend a few random parties with a few random people. My company doesn’t have a Christmas party and I’m likely to be around all through the holiday season. I’m pretty darn good company most of the time, too, if I do say so myself.
What the hell, I’ll volunteer. If any woman needs an escort for a company party in the greater Tampa area, drop me a line. My e-mail’s in my profile. I’m not using this thread as a place to pick up chicks (I’m newly involved with a wonderful woman, actually), I just think it could be fun to attend a few random parties with a few random people. My company doesn’t have a Christmas party and I’m likely to be around all through the holiday season. I’m pretty darn good company most of the time, too, if I do say so myself.
I’ll probably be going to our Christmas party, even though I’m married. Dr.J will be on an inpatient rotation then, and he doesn’t like to go to parties where everybody but him is part of a close-knit group anyway. Heck, I suppose if it’s on a Saturday or Sunday, I won’t be going either. I’ll be at work.
It’s probably just as well. Judging from what people have told me about Christmas parties past, I don’t think I could drink enough to get in the door, much less stay at the party. (Last year the clinic owner had to have half his downstairs repainted after the Christmas party, and both his bathrooms smelled like puke for three days. This year they’re going to have it at a restaurant or hotel.)
I love going to parties. My husband hates it. He wouldn’t be too keen on me renting myself out, but if it wasn’t for him, hell…I’d go to a party every Saturday night!
I was my dad’s date at an awards thing at the company he retired from 15 years ago. What a blast. They sent a limo for us and even offered to put us up for the night. We took a pass on that, though.
