Well… yeah. His culpability had already been ably demonstrated to him by a number of unified voices many times over. Not lettin’ him off but instead I was thinkin’ maybe it was time to offer the guy a hand up. On preview I see he’s taken a lot of the suggestions to heart. Good for him, as it usually ain’t easy in such a public forum.
Good deal. Now go straighten out the dorks.
We’ve secretly replaced the Italian Espresso coffee normally served at this small Bistro in Rome with Folgers Crystals[sup]TM[/sup] Let’s see if the locals are still able to seduce visiting American tourists as easily.
On another note, I remember working on a show where the lead character was a frustrated English housewife who goes off to Greece and re-discovers herself. Sexual discovery was part of it. Anyway, the actress, in order to get into the part, did research on Greece and one of the guidebooks said there were a fair number of Greek men who made a hobby out of seducing tourists. There was an informal point system based on the nationality of the tourist and their age and attractiveness level. I found the whole thing both amusing and shocking.
Enjoy,
Steven
I loved this movie. I can’t remember the name of it, but it was great.
Shirley Valentine. The production I worked on was a stage show, but the general plot was the same.
Enjoy,
Steven
I’m a simulpostin’ fool, today.
Fair enough. Hey, my heart’s been ripped out, stomped on, doused with napalm, ignited, and rammed up my fundament meself, but this “she’s a whore because…” nonsense was a bit too much. I mean, if this is the worst that ever happens to the OPer’s friends in love, they’ll be damn fortunate, because right now they’re flying tree-top level without radar in thick fog through the mountains.
Why, did the Italians say she was buon all’ultima goccia?
You just burst a lot of bubbles, you know. 
Dude, chill. Just because someone from another country expresses himself in an idiom that differs from what you’re used to does not mean he is “blathering” :rolleyes:
“over-egging it” - taking it too far. Culinary metaphor, putting too many eggs in a pudding makes it excessively heavy.
“my crikey” - “Goodness me”. From “Christ strike me”, I do believe.
“didn’t half” - Did, emphatically. Meiosis, a common English colloquial device.
“no fuel like gender rancour” - There is nothing like the undercurrent of hostility between males and females to liven up a good old row like this one.
“IME” - In My Experience.
All clear? Good. :rolleyes:
Oh, preach it, bro. I’ve no shortage of experience of waiting for the next opportunity and never did have.
The fact that all 3 of your good friends have had a go at this girl strikes me as the strangest thing about this tale. In what universe does this happen and everyone is fine with it?
From an outsider’s perspective, it kind of seems like your pals had a little contest of “who is going to be her first?” going on. The second and third guys should have known from the start what they were getting themselves into, so as far as I see it, sex shouldn’t have been a goal or expectation in their minds at all. Therefore, the idea that she robbed or withheld anything from them is purely a product of their idiotic imagination.
With respect to the first guy, I can sympathize a little more. But only a little. He broke up with her because he couldn’t handle her celibacy. That was his choice and it makes sense. But unless he still has romantic feelings for this girl, why should he care what she does now? Could it be his ego talking? Perhaps he wanted really really bad to be her first and is mad that she gave the title to someone who didn’t work as hard for it as he did. Understandable response, but it is immature and selfish. It means he wasn’t in the relationship to love her and be with her for the sake of those things, but rather as a means to an end: To be her first.
The pain your friends are feeling is the same pain that a gambler feels when the slot machine they’ve been feeding quarters into all day pays out the minute after they’ve walk away from it. But the thing is, women are not slot machines and relationships aren’t about waiting for a payout to happen after X number of quarters have gone into them. Your friends had the wrong kind of expectations and that is why they are hurt.
And yeah, it’s crass that she mentioned her exploits in front of them. But it’s bound to have happen sooner or later. Sex ensues all the time. Since yall chose to be friends with her, you should have been prepared to deal with this possibility before now.
That’s IT!
WHY oh WHY are your ‘best friends’ all dating the same girl? I would seriously kick my best friend’s ass if she dated my serious, long-term relationship ex whom I was supposedly heartbroken over within a few months of my breakup. Then a THIRD friend thinks, hmmm, this girl seems to be good news for all involved, I think I will try my hand at this. Didn’t your other friends care that their so-called best friends were dating their ex? And all in the course of a year or so?
Of the guys I know, they would never, ever, ever, do this. I know girls who have dated casually in the same circle of people of course, but never gone from one best friend to another without there being serious friendships lost between the guys. The guys I know would never consider dating a serious ex of their best friend. I think your friends need to expand their circle of girls in a big way.
I understood your idiom just fine. I wanted to know what the fuck you were talking about. This isn’t a matter of “hostility between males and females” at all. No intelligent, sane, and mature person of any gender would call a woman a whore under these circumstances. It’s not a gender issue, it’s a smartness and decency issue.
By the way, the only other person I know who rolls their eyes constantly and tells people to “chill” is twelve.
Well done. An awful lot of people either just disappear or else continue with that hole digging thing.
I will tell you my own story of travel to Italy when I was seventeen and wearing very little (lo, these many moons ago) for your entertainment pleasure.
I went to Italy when I was seventeen, wearing very little. A nice italian gentlema- er, fellow began following me around commenting on my appearance in a most flattering way. So I told him to go away. He persisted, claiming he was overwhelmed by my loveliness. So Ï told him I wasn’t interested. He persisted, and offered me gifts and libations. So I told him I was saving myself for marriage because I was very religious. He threw his arms wide and without missing a single beat cried, We shall be married in the morning! I cannot live another day without being married to you! (Sorry about the italics, my quotation marks key is not working properly.
He then called his mates around and they all bought drinks for us to congratulate us on the wedding plans. We went to visit three churches (lotta churches) so I could choose where I wanted to be married. We went shopping for a wedding dress (also to be picked up in the morning). We went shopping for shoes and underwear to go under it.
Yes of course this was, um, a hobby of sorts. I knew that much even at seventeen. And yes, of course I had sex with him, are you kidding? Though I waited until the next day, to see if he would show up at the store where the dress was that we had picked out together. He did, there you are. It was fun.
It was indeed both amusing and shocking, and sometimes that’s an irresistible combination.
Sorry. I was addressing you according to the idiom I thought you would best understand. But obviously I need lessons from you in maturity the way I need lessons from you in how to relate to women.
Now do please knob off.
You’re still babbling nonsense. Where did I try to give you lessons in how to relate to women? And I can’t even begin to figure out what your first line there means. How were you addressing me and what was the idiom you thought I would best understand? Do you have anything to say about the content of my post?
Um, you likened me to a twelve-year-old, so I told you a twelve-year-old was about your level of comprehension. You didn’t give me lessons in relating to women; I didn’t say you did; I offered them as a comparison of something I’d need from you about as much as lessons in maturity.
If you look back, you’ll see I’ve neither accused anyone of being a whore nor spoken approvingly of anyone else doing so. Do we have anything to quarrel about?
ahem
I do believe we’ve discovered the real person in this thread that needs to be thwacked upside the head.