Dude needs to learn to capitalize properly before talking about how great his prose are.
Better:
I had that “one last date” tonight. I went in with pretty much zero expectations. We had messaged a little beforehand but not much, so I didn’t have any concrete idea of what the guy would be like. We met at a very nice local cafe I’ve not been to before.
We chatted for three hours and by the end were finishing each other’s sentences. On the way out he asked about getting together on the weekend and I said yes.
This is not going according to script.
And I am not complaining.
Well alright! I’m pulling for you, Ned.
Awesome, Ned! Rootin’ for you, man. :)
Man, even though it’s been three years since I broke up with the Australian ex, I cannot help but laugh every time someone uses the term “rooting” to mean “cheering for”.
It has, uh, different connotations in the Antipodes.
Everyone root for Ned! Woo!
We just know to pronounce it with a short u up here.
Also, now that I have read about The Rooting Instinct, I feel distinctly awkward associating that word with sex. It also bothers me that I can apparently trick a baby into convulsing and compulsively trying to suck something immediately beside his head like some kind of magic trick. It’s like hypnotizing chickens, but with people. I hate being a robot and not having lasers or buzzsaw arms.
You cannot imagine the hilarity when said Aussie girlfriend and I were in Toronto and came across a clothing store with the sign “ROOTS KIDS”.
JM1
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Why be thankful when you have no idea? It’s an awesome story.
Congratulations, Ned!
Kalle
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I figured I need to do something about my lack of dating life so I just made an OKCupid profile.
Within 20 seconds of signing up I got an IM from what turned out to be a cam whore, for lack of a better word, who stopped chatting with me when I asked if she was going to link me to a site where I could see her on camera for money.
My next impression was that the site might need to work a bit on it’s location filtering. I live here. Now, from a purely geographical POV it makes perfect sense to match me with women in Copenhagen but from a more practical sense trying to find dates in another country is problematic and the fact that there’s a huge body of water inbetween means that I need to take a major detour to get there. Being able to filter out Danish women would be a plus to me.
All bitching aside, I took half an hour trying to figure out a semi-decent profile and sent a message to a girl who lives in my old university town.
Kalle, you might actually discover that a large body of water and an international boundary can be an exceptionally useful tool when dealing with the complications inherent to a dating life. Keep an open mind.
I have decided not to date for a while.
No bar phone numbers, no hot tub parties, no threesomes, no Internet
dating. But I look forward to fun stories on this thread.
Ladies and gentlemen of Quarter to Three, the over/under bidding starts at five days, yes that’s right five days place your bets place your bets every bet a winner at the EE Forums ladies and gentlemen…
Feeling emotionally devastated or is this just a break to give the rash time to clear up?
P.S. Yeah, that was a cheapshot and I felt bad about it.
P.P.S. But not that bad.
So it’s just gonna be a ménage à un, then?
I give it a week until you drunkenly post a picture of you copulating with a rabid cougar on top of a quad bike.
