Is this your date?
Again, no. It goes back to late October. We had three dates alone this week until she got flaky and I still don’t know what is causing it. All I did was take her to the doctor and a movie that she chose and then she got really iffy for no known reason. I sent her a final message telling her that I would help her any time she needs it but she will have to ask me if she wants to go out again.
The response was “OK”.
I don’t speak womanish and I have no idea what that means. I assume it means that I will never hear from her again and won’t ever know the reason why. I did everything right and it didn’t work or at least it hasn’t yet. One weakness in the feminist movement is the failure to recognize that many women are just plain batshit insane and irrational my daughters included at times. I don’t want a trophy for it. I just don’t want to be suddenly ghosted for trying to help and doing the right thing especially when it costs me time and money.
I would just like to say, I think that print is awesome, and it is now my desktop background. (If I ever change my username here, Slug Goddess is a front runner)
So this thread has now done some good in the world 
I am delighted to hear that. Do you like octopods? I have a giant framed art print of Octopus Contessa by the same artist. Rayyan is kind of a magic maker for me.
I gave that print to a friend of mine for her birthday!
You can have bipolar disorder without depressive symptoms, or with a history of depressive symptoms that includes situational depression. But keep on with your unmediated self.
I didn’t know that. I knew, as in type II, you could have bipolar without extreme mania, but not that you could have it without extreme depression.
Stop.
I am not bipolar at all. I got misdiagnosed with it before and the so-called “treatment” caused some of the worst episodes of my life. One of them literally drove me insane for a few months and made me do things that I would never consider otherwise.
I am a pretty boring professional and father in day to day life. I just happen to like dating websites and giving people good experiences these days and I am generally good at it. It is the Disneyland version of an addiction.
No
Fucking child.
You’re wasting your time with him. He’s enjoying the attention he’s getting here way too much. Probably because he gets it no where else without handing over a C note first.
Diagnosis; this puppy is sick.
Shagnasty: I guess you won’t answer my questions about why you quit grad school.
So how about this: given your views on women and financial independence, was it difficult to go work for your wife’s family company after dropping out of school?
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Because I absolutely hated my (female) advisor with every fiber of my being and still do. We got into some epic fights that lasted hours until I lost my voice and and had to pass notes to respond to her insults and abuse. I wasn’t the only one. She had a whole string of female undergraduates coming out of her office in tears. I put in an official complaint against her and I don’t think she is allowed to have graduate students anymore. I have no idea how she made tenor because everyone in the department was scared of her. I was offered a position in a different lab but didn’t take it because I wasn’t interested so I just quit after yet another long fight that was quite personal. My goal in life is to go to her funeral and spit in her casket.
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It didn’t work that way. I got a temp job in Boston the day after I dropped out of grad school at a very nice financial firm. It didn’t pay much and I was dirt poor but they treated me really well including paid nights out on the town. I got my first professional job in IT about 6 months later and things went fine after that. I only had to work for my ex-wife’s family company after a layoff years later. I hated doing that but I had to. It was then that I realized it was only a matter of time before we got divorced. My ex-wife was “my boss” and tried to act like it when I was at work. No thanks. It was like when my mother was also my teacher in school. Mixed roles like that don’t work that well.
Once I cleared out all of the hosebeasts, everything became great once again but it took time.
It’s impressive that she was successful in the opera, too! :eek: But since she was female you probably mean “soprano” or “mezzo-soprano”.
God, I hope I never have bi-polar disorder. This is just sad.
Now that was funny Wolfpup!!
Assuming anyone gave your wild idiotic tales the slightest bit of credence – which I do not for one moment – this is an amazing statement, even if it’s purely out of your fantasy of how life is supposed to work. Taking someone to the doctor does not define a “relationship”. You see, Shaggy, I take my dog to the doggie doctor all the time. I would say we do have a relationship, as I’m sure would anyone with a dog or cat that they care about. But they do it because they care about their pet, love it even. They do it because not doing it would be unthinkable. They do it so that they pet they love will be healed and get better. They don’t do it so they can fucking brag about it.
You see, Shaggy, normal people have a much deeper and far more genuine relationship with their dogs and cats than you do with actual people, even if it’s all in your fevered imagination.
Abstaining from abusing a younger sibling? Letting a grudge go? Talking to a woman like a member of the same species?
Help us out here…
Junior faculty who terrorize their departments (doesn’t happen) and aren’t allowed grad students (could conceivably happen) don’t get tenure (most definitely doesn’t happen).
“Locusts mean well, Martha!”
-Mr. Wilson