There was a recent study that showed that while women have what they consider platonic friendships with men, the men seldom have the same idea.
And yeah, I’m pushing a little on this one. Why does that make you so butthurt?
My mini-rant of the day is a double header, although it only involves one person.
I was at a flea market type store buying some books and dvds. I gave them to the cashier to ring up and told her I didn’t need a bag because I already had one. While she was ringing my stuff up, I turned away to look at a rack of CD’s.
After a couple of minutes, she still hadn’t finished and told me what I owed so I turned back and saw that she had finished. She was reading a magazine. I asked her if she was done ringing up my order and she said, yes, but she hadn’t wanted to disturb me so she had just gone back to reading her magazine when she finished.
And as she proudly pointed out, she had double bagged my stuff for me.
I found this annoying. Apparently I wasn’t supposed to do anything else like looking at CD’s while she was ringing up my order. I guess I was supposed to stand there and pay attention to her while she was working so she’d feel appreciated.
Maybe she was waiting to see if you were going to add something else to the pile out of what you were looking at. I would imagine that happens sometimes when people keep looking at stuff while their product is being rung up.
I’m sure you could. After all, my wife knew me for 20+ years before I told her I’m bi, and she had NO idea at all. Nonetheless, I think I’m safe in concluding that I have more chance of getting in this guy’s pants than she does.
Er, not that I’m trying to or anything, even though he’s pretty cute. 
I swear to Og that if you ever again try to rub what I assume is your half erect dick (cause that’s what it felt like) in my crotch, while “hugging” me goodbye, I will not be held responsible for what happens next. And I promise you, it will not be pleasant for you. And now I’m sitting here fuming and drinking scotch, since as long as I’m fuming, I’m not breaking down in tears.
lol.
Yeah, I was just messing with you, but the point was fairly legit. It was the term used that kinda set off my alarm bells. It is entirely possible to have platonic friendships with married women. Many years ago I was friends with both halves of a couple who would come over every Friday night, or I’d go to their house. We kept doing so even on those occasions where the husband was out of town for work. Nothing ever happened and I never made the slightest pass at her. But I wouldn’t expect that to be the rule in these things.
I believe the above two quoted posts may contain marching orders for Angua for the remainder of the evening.
(That does kinda ruin your day, though. I’m sorry he went all unneutered-dog on you… 
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Well, at least the booze and chocolate. 
He has no idea just how badly he affected me today; he’s been flirtatious and handsy before, but today was the only time that I’ve ever felt, well, dirty. Coupled with his comments about how he’d make sure I got off campus safely, it triggered some bad bad memories..
You’ve triggered one of my pet peeves - this is what we call ‘bacon’ in Canada, and what we commonly eat. This is back bacon, and we hardly ever eat it.
YES! I think you’ve discovered my craving!
I’m so sorry he did that. Next time you see him, just punch him in the crotch - that ought to get your feelings about his behaviour across clearly.
Mother in law!
Inviting yourself over for dinner is not cool!
Showing up AN HOUR LATE is not cool!
Saying oops I locked my keys in the car WITH DINNER INSIDE is not cool!
Disappearing with my car for another HOUR to get your spare set is not cool!
Coming back and producing your undercooked dry beans in ketchup and mustard dish for dinner is not cool! That’s not even food!
Rambling nonstop about your idiotic boyfriend no one likes is not cool!
Somebody kill me. 
At how many points in that nightmare did you have a chance to speak up and stop it, but you didn’t?
I thought stabbing him in the crotch with a sword earlier in the evening was hint enough?
Yanno, I have no idea where that phrase came into use, because when my friends are sitting around telling lies, one of the things they all agree on is that when the shooting starts, the output stops.
But my understanding is also that when the breathing stops, the output starts. So, you know, correlation? And of course there’s this documentary photo.
So…probably the output stops so there is a chance that the breathing won’t.
Looks at that link with much trepidation…clicks, then laughs 
Anecdotal evidence that it is possible to have the shit scared out of you.
Reminds me of a gag device I keep trying to convince myself to build. Something like one of those Staples Easy buttons with a remote pressure switch. Put the player behind the commode and the pressure switch under one of the feet of the seat that was left down. 30 seconds after someone sits down it yells “Oh my god!!”. Or “Oh, the humanity!”. Or maybe just a blood curdling scream.
As often as I’m accused of being evil I just can’t bring myself to put one together. Then there’s also the fact that my only test subjects would be my wife and daughter and they both know where I sleep.
I like the way you think!
I’d say just do “whatever happens next” next time you see him, just to be on the safe side.
Hope it was good scotch and it helped
Surely you mean “somebody kill her”?
My mini-rant - hey local family pub, I agree testing your smoke alarms is a good idea, but how about doing it **before **you open up, rather than without warning 2.5 hours after opening, when people are trying to enjoy a quiet lunch, and oh, have a sleeping toddler in the stroller next to them?
I swear this place pisses me off at least one a fortnight, but it’s the only decent kiddie-friendly place to eat within walking distance, so they’ve kind of got the monopoly.
Oh, the scotch helped. Its very good scotch, so there was that too. As did a long chat with a sympathetic friend who’s known this guy for a while, who helped me to come up with a strategy to deal with this guy, which is going to involve saying something, and saying it loudly, clearly and distinctly, rather than laughing off his advances and playing them as a joke, which is what I’ve been doing so far.
We don’t drink.
I prefer the term “best-friend-at-work.” Seems more respectful to our spouses, especially when they each think the BFAW is awesome.
I just did an online quiz to see if I have Adult ADD but it took a while because I kept getting distracted by my multi-tasking and thinking and reading other things and … SQUIRREL.