Not as impressive if your real name is May. More impressive if your real name is Margueritta.
One of the problems with pictures of penises is that they do tend to look very similar (surprisingly varied in hue I grant, but penis shade is rarely a turn on or a deal breaker). All the pictures serve to do is prove that you have one. I normally assume that that is the case.
Mind you, I once went to bed with a man who turned out to have no testicles. He didn’t warn me before, so it was a bit of a surprise. Like a face with no eyebrows.
How about the 3am drunk dial? There seem to be lots of guys that try, but amazingly not too many women seem to be won over.
Or the 4am pounding-on-the-ex’s-door? Nothing like that to prove how much he LUVS you?
Welcome to Jamaica, mon, have a nice day!
EEEEWWWW!!! Really?
SO glad I’m not dating these days. Sure, my husband can be a complete pain at times (I’m quite sure he’d say the same about me), but still…
Your name would fit perfectly fine in block lettering on mine, R a c h e l l e l o g r a m. PM me!
“I want to have your baby!” on a first date. I’ve had that happen twice, and I suppose they’re saying it to let me know they really like me (and that I’m guaranteed to sleep with them), but there is something totally unerotic about it, and it makes me think they’re not likely to want to use a protection.
I’ve been in long term relationships with two wealthy women (well, wealthy in comparison to me), and they constantly bought me things, which made me uncomfortable. Not trinkets, either, but expensive watches, clothes, vacations, and one even purchased the home next door to her own so that I could have a home theater/arcade when we were married. I don’t really like receiving gifts, and I certainly wasn’t able to reciprocate. Both also wanted me to quit working and go to school full-time while they supported me, while I’m a workaholic who would be lost without a daily job. I know that spending money on me was how they showed me they loved me, but it made me feel like a gold digger.
And most of the women I’ve dated have been “cutters.” And they like to share this with me. Nothing like getting a text message that says “I miss u :’(” accompanied with a photo of bloody gashes on an arm, as just happened a couple of days ago with a girl I’ve just begun seeing. At least she didn’t send me a penis picture, I suppose. The cutting thing is just baffling to me, but it’s such a common thing that friends and coworkers will ask me “so, does she cut herself?” whenever I have a date with someone new.
Being told I really resemble someone’s dad, or even worse, grandfather. “You really remind me of my grandpa… no! No! That’s a good thing!”
Joking about severe age differences. I’m already weirded out when I date someone significantly younger or older, so quit reminding me. “IBut I like older guys!”
“I have a thing for dorks!” / “I have a teacher fetish!”. Like me for me, not because I fit some archetype.
The really awesome part is that one of my exes is someone who’d done all of these. And I still got engaged to her. :smack: I should be grateful that she eventually cheated on me and broke up with me (by text message!), because that relationship was a train wreck.
Vincent van Gogh in the twenty-first century.
Regards,
Shodan
If a couple of gashes is an “I miss you” message, what’s she going to send you when you break up?
Oh right. The bunny.
This is ridiculously funny to me. Granted, I once met someone who had only one leg and I didn’t know it until she got up from behind her desk and started hopping across the room, so maybe I just have a deeper appreciation for these situations.
This woman and I didn’t start the night together but we ended up at her place. As soon as we started kissing, she began moaning and whimpering like she was on the verge of orgasm. Porn acting is as much a turnoff in real life as it is in porn.
Bertrand Marchal != Bertrand “Maréchal.” My face was red and I was embarrassed. True story, actually, from fifteen years ago or so. Bertrand Marchal has a good rap, but Gérard Bucher is always the thinker.
Oh, is your girlfriend’s name Wendy too?
So if I set up a situation where the kitteh “accidentally” catches on file just before we turn the corner & you watch me put it out, I’m golden? :dubious:
Why would you want to catch a kitteh on a nail file?
I haven’t dated since the Stone Age, but seriously, WTF is up with this? I’ve seen so many stories about this online and I cannot imagine in any universe where this is a good thing.
That said, true for when I was on the loose and just as true now: anyone who is possessive or jealous. Major turn-off and red flag. It’s not flattering, it’s a sign of serious insecurity and future controlling behavior to come. Time to run.
Don’t send me flowers.
They make my eyes water, my nose run, and if they’re roses my throat starts to close up.
With the best of intentions, I tell you… surely this cannot be a coincidence. It sounds like you have a savior complex. Cutting is very common among women with borderline personality disorder, a psychological condition that is characterized by extreme conflict in relationships. Now, I strongly feel that people with borderline personality are exposed to some of the worst stigma out there, and I don’t want to perpetuate the notion that sick people are bad people. I’m a bit of a looney tune myself. However, you’re not talking about one woman who happened to be mentally ill. You’re talking about consistently dating women who are mentally ill. That can’t be healthy.
I’m only commenting on this because I was very moved by your post in the “creepy” thread and I have a soft spot for crazypants men, so I can relate. There’s something very rewarding about taking care of another person. My husband used to rush to my aid whenever I felt myself losing it. But we have both learned that relationships are more satisfying when you are both on equal footing.
Well… that’d make sense if I was actually looking for someone to save. I don’t. In fact, I’m usually too busy with life to go meet people. These are people who are approaching me. So I seem to give off some sort of vibe that attracts this kind of person, but I’m definitely not actively looking for them… and the “romancing techniques that have the opposite effect” is definitely meant; finding out someone’s a cutter, or has other issues like that, is usually a deal breaker. I’ve dated a lot, but have only had four semi-serious to serious relationships in life, and only one of those was really dysfunctional (and she was the one cutter in this subset). One was pleasant, but we were too young to really make it last. One was pleasant, but she was needed in Louisiana post-Katrina to help the civil engineering going on, and I wasn’t ready to leave school and work. One was pleasant, but she had commitments to serve in the military, we parted on good terms, and we’re still actively friends through text and Facebook. Then the really horrific one.
The one from the “creepy” thread is the only serious relationship that was dysfunctional. After we broke up, actually told me that she had approached me because I seemed to have my shit together, that I seemed content with life, and she’d kind of hoped that whatever it was that gave me my resolve, consistency, and ambition would… seep into her life somehow, maybe through osmosis. She’s the only one with whom I tried to brave the craziness because, when she was healthy, she was brilliant. One of the smartest women I’ve ever dated, and on top of it, a gifted painter. But it was up to her to stay healthy, take her meds, seek treatment… not me.
ETA: The dysfunctional one did try a lot of manipulative techniques to get me to “rush to her side,” and I steadfastly refused. I told her I wanted to date a peer, not be her dad.
This reminded me of one for this thread. I had a man call me once and when I wasn’t giving him the answers he wanted he fired a gun, dropped the phone and went silent.
I hung up and went back to whatever it was I was doing before crazy rang my phone.