I’m posting this because I am very sincerely curious about dating in the age of Covid. Surely we have single people here (maybe even some marrieds) who are in Dating Mode. I wanna know … is it as bad as this guy below says it is??? Please, DO share your stories!
Secondarily, maybe you have some advice for poor old lonely Jeremy. He seems like a nice guy …. but. Me? I wouldn’t know where to begin. I wasn’t even halfway through his pity-party article when I thought to myself … “Self! If I was a woman, I’d dump this whiny crybaby in the first ten minutes.“. Is this what Millennial dating is like in the age of Covid? Is being (imho) a sniveling, self-absorbed, woe-is-me, spineless creature what women are looking for these days? Have Alpha Males been Woke out of existence?
He writes …. “I wore a yellow short-sleeve button down and some brown Dickies pants —”. Jeezus, I wouldn’t say ‘I wear Dickies pants’ in a million years! The problem with those Dickies for Jeremy is that they have no balls in them. I wish him good luck, really. He’s gonna need a LOT of it.
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SOURCE: NJ STAR LEDGER
“So,” she asked, a vodka soda in her hand, smirk on her lips, “did you think this was a date?”
I did think it was a date. Well, I hoped. We’d made plans after weeks of texting and had just enjoyed a charming dinner in Chinatown. She asked me to order the whole meal. Now, we sat at a dive bar on the Lower East Side, sipping cocktails. A sultry Frank Ocean song sliced through the sticky June night. I was feeling it.
But what do I know? Nothing, that’s what. Since high school, my love life has largely been a parade of follies, missteps and embarrassments (and a great source of entertainment for my so-called “friends”).
I once ended things with a young lady just to knock on her door hours later in search of my electric toothbrush. Another girlfriend dumped me days after we attended a wedding, later hooking up with a guy she met at the reception (they met up in Iceland, of all places). And a bartender I was recently flirting with via text, who suddenly stopped responding when I asked to meet up, was then nothing but nice when I revisited her bar. I call it “caspering,” a friendly ghosting.
But I’m resilient; a hopeful hopeless romantic (or a walking Michael Scott “I am ready to get hurt again” meme). I know my person is out there, and for the last several months — since pandemic restrictions have loosened — I’ve been dating again.
What I’d give not to be alone on this stupid bench! (Mike Ciecierski | For NJ Advance Media)
And let me tell you, dear readers: COVID dating is the freaking worst.
Following a year-plus of isolation, returning to one of the most intimate, awkward and vulnerable constructs of society has been especially jarring, confusing and exhausting. Dating was hard enough before COVID turned all our lives upside down, and now it’s more complicated than ever. Mask etiquette, vaccine chit-chat, impossibly busy schedules and the inherent pressure of everyone being a year older (and a year more desperate) have all overstretched my mental and emotional bandwidth.
Like much of America, my dating brain was basically shut down for 14 months. I’d considered attempting mid-pandemic dating — as crappy as 2020 was, it was even crappier if you were single. But I was barely comfortable seeing my parents at the height of the COVID crisis. Meeting a complete stranger with potential intimate intentions? How do you try to kiss someone when you’re both wearing masks?
I convinced myself there was some unspoken agreement among singles across the country, like someone had simply called timeout. It wasn’t celibacy, it was social distancing!
I made myself a promise: Once this COVID thing was over (or sort of over), I would get back out there. Dating apps, social media crushes, old flames, set-ups, whatever. You name it, I’d try it. A Hot Boy Summer of my very own.
And I did the damn thing. I have been on what feels like a million dates this summer. I’ve enjoyed good dates, suffered through bad dates and learned a bunch about pandemic romance. Now gather ‘round, I’m here to spill the dating tea.
Consider this your invitation to crash my COVID dates, as I crash and burn.
“We can do this, right?”
It was mid-May, days after the CDC announced vaccinated people could go mask-less outdoors, when I returned to the wild. My first date in forever, with a woman I met on a dating app. I was ready.
Though I wasn’t so brazen as to shirk my mask altogether. I put one on a few blocks before I got to the bar, as did my courteous date. We joked about how we knew we didn’t need to wear them but felt better with them anyway — ah, pandemic small talk (kill me) — as we sat in the backyard of a fancy Jersey City cocktail bar.
After so many months of anticipation, it was thrilling to again spend time with a potential romantic partner. But at times, our date felt more like a group therapy session.
COVID dominated the early conversation. “Which vaccine did you get?” “How were the side effects?” “What did you watch during lockdown?” “It’s crazy that we can do this again!” “We can do this, right?”
And after not flirting in person (who among us didn’t do a little DM-sliding in 2020?) for more than a year, it was bizarre to be performing this delicate dance again. It made me anxious. Maybe all the COVID talk was a crutch.
I was in my head: Was I talking too much, or not enough? Is she actually into this, am I into this, or are we just happy to be back out in the world again? Maintaining this much one-on-one conversation was also draining after having not done it in so long. By the end of the night, I was hoarse just from talking.
A kiss goodnight suggested the date had indeed gone well, but who knew? If nothing else, it felt like a small victory over COVID. Take that, planet Earth!
We hung out a couple more times after that, the last date ending with a candid conversation about how confusing it is to be pursuing intimacy after so much isolation. She said she didn’t know what she wanted out of her post-COVID dating life, and I realized I didn’t either. We were both overwhelmed by the ceremony of it all. At least I wasn’t alone.
“When are you free?”
“This game of ‘let’s get dinner’ chicken must end,” I texted to a friend-of-a-friend — my latest social media crush — in June.
We’d been flirting for much of the pandemic through Instagram messages, but as we finally tried to make our “let’s hang out when this is all over” plans, I was hit with another harsh truth of the post-vaccine dating world.
Everybody is busy. Like, insanely busy.
Social calendars now overflow with a deluge of COVID-delayed plans, leaving saps like me not just competing against other suitors, but family visits, vacations and weddings. Oh, the weddings. So many weddings — great opportunities to spruce up those dating app photos, but almost always a weekend-killer.
Some people are so busy that I’ve given up trying to make plans. But it also cuts the other way, as I realize it is exhausting to socialize this much following months of dormancy. I know I’m not the only one who mercilessly over-scheduled himself in the weeks after restrictions were lifted.
After some careful schedule negotiation, my social media crush and I finally found an opening for dinner at a Brooklyn pizzeria.
It was a sweltering summer day and we dined indoors without hesitation. I was surprised how quickly my COVID fears faded after a few dates. Masks, for the most part, were for transportation to the date, not during. The pandemic still comes up in conversation (stupid delta variant), but at this juncture, COVID dating anxiety has since given way to normal dating anxiety.
With my social media crush, I wasn’t afraid of getting sick — just afraid she would get sick of me.
By the end of the night, I couldn’t tell if the date had gone well or if we were just friends. Turns out I can’t read signals with or without a mask. We talked about hanging out again, but still haven’t.
She went away on vacation, I flew out-of-state for, you guessed it, a wedding. I would love to see her again, but making plans at all — let alone scheduling a date — feels like playing a giant game of Tetris.
I hate Tetris.
Can you wear shorts on a date?
While I wasn’t sure what to wear on my first few COVID-era dates, I knew the baggy t-shirts and sweatpants I’d donned for the better part of a year wouldn’t cut it. I love my Hamilton Park Summer League basketball jersey, but I’m not sure a date would.
Considering it’s been brutally hot this summer, I asked Twitter if it’s okay to wear shorts on a date. The response was not shorts-friendly. I got yelled at a lot. For the record, I wore shorts on the pizza date — maybe that’s why we haven’t had a second one.
I made sure to wear pants as I met up with a waitress, who found me on Instagram after she served a friend and I in June. She was wearing shorts! And she was hungover at 6 p.m. on a Wednesday. Worst date of the summer, hands down.
I should have just worn shorts.
It was a date!
Back to the Lower East Side, that first date I mentioned, which I wasn’t sure was a date at all.
I wore a yellow short-sleeve button down and some brown Dickies pants — as ambiguous as the plans, right? Things felt at least a little flirty by the time we got to the bar, but I wasn’t sure until she admitted she had shown her friends our Instagram conversations to parse out if it was a date, too!
We bonded over our mutual confusion and decided: It was a date.
And it was the best first date I’ve had in years. We clicked immediately, the conversation flowed effortlessly and before we knew it, it was 2 a.m. Nothing says “COVID is over” like making out in a crowded bar with someone you just met. As we drunkenly walked to get pizza, she stopped me and asked if we were going to hang out again.
We went out a couple weeks later but sadly, the spark was gone. The conversation fell flat. She seemed bored. No, I wasn’t wearing shorts. I hadn’t quite given up hope, but the next time we made plans she told me she just wanted to be friends. No hard feelings! But definitely a bummer.
Maybe I misjudged how good the first date was. My vibe radar is still in need of COVID recalibration after so much time off. Or maybe this is just what dating was before the pandemic, and is again. Good first dates often don’t lead to anything.
Such is young romance, I suppose (31 is the new 21). Thrilling, ephemeral, anxiety-inducing, soul-crushing.
Am I discouraged? Sure. But I’m also proud of myself for getting back out there. And I’m inspired by everyone else doing the same. The pandemic is far from over, yet people are still trying to live normal lives in very abnormal times — opening themselves up to new heartbreak when the last year was heartbreaking enough.
I’m not done trying. That electric first date was the best I’ve felt since COVID changed all of our lives last March, and I’m chasing that rush again.
Maybe my next first date will be my last first date. Or maybe she’ll show up hungover.
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He wore Dickie’s pants? Who the fuck is Dickie?
A Brief History Of Dickies
https://www.grailed.com/drycleanonly/a-brief-history-of-dickies
“Work” pants – physical labor. Something he knows nuttin ’bout. Have several pairs for yard & biz use.
If he wanted to be cool…Carhartt.
carhartts are okay , have a few pair as i found em on sale and they were the right size, but honestly the work pants are whatever pants are old and worn out. once they get air-conditioned theyre definitely just work pants..
It’s actually a process.
You buy canvas or denim trousers and shirts (whatever brand).
The remain in good shape as they wear.
When they are no longer presentation worthy, they are moved to the work clothes section of the closet.
From there, they are used expressly for work.
Sweat, oils, grease, and grime further break down the fabrics.
As holes develop, they may be patched or stitched.
When the fabric is reduced to a point of minimal cohesion, and seams start to unravel, the article is washed one final time, cut into manageable size, and retired to the shop rag bin.
These are used to clean up oils, grease, grime, etc.
Greasy rags are piled in a bucket and used to start fires in the wood stove to heat the shop.
Thus you have the lifespan of clothing articles for working men.
Courtesy of my grandmother (a seamstress):
Women’s clothing is slightly different. As they do not see the excessive usage and wear, they are retired to a rag bin where they are cut into smaller sizes, to be used as quilting patches and stuffing. As these rag bins are larger, they also served as a good place to hide grandpas liquor.
That was as good as anything I have ever read. That was far more than a lesson well taught, that was a perfect encapsulation of what life is all about.
I’m copying that one by hand.
Wrangler 13MWZ Cowboy Cuts. Carhartt makes some good stuff but it’s way overpriced. It’s become too much of fashion statement in itself.
Kind of like Harley Davidson, Eddie Bauer, North Face, RCI, et al.
Yep
I doubt anyone on the “lower East Side” knows the difference between Dickies and Carhartt.
This guy should tell his story on that NPR show “The Moth”. That’s the one where everyone thinks they’re funny, and at the end the audience always yells “woo!” super enthusiastically because they’re either the storyteller’s sister or they’re a fucking weirdo in exactly the same way.
One of my best friends is a Moth Grand Slam winner. You are 100% correct.
i think this was an AI written article, done on the Dweeb setting
Why does the girl who wrote this have a guy’s name?
Gender fluid?
Because she is a ‘chest feeder’.
Did you just assume his lack of testicular fortitude? My 30 yo “son-in-law” is the same way. Raised by his mom, he is too intimidated by men to take orders or man up and work. I must have been too hard cause my daughter likes his “soft side”. Hell! He’s all soft side.
Dickie’s for lack of dickey?
“…but the next time we made plans she told me she just wanted to be friends. ”
– Some twinkie named Jeremy
“Then I guess a blow job is out of the question” question has never crossed Jeremy’s hipster-metrosexual-idiot mind.
The Abyss of Friendship. No man has ever returned from there.
Yup. The ‘friend zone’ is forever. Once you are in there you are never getting out, at least as far as that one relationship goes. Oh, and for the most part, you can forget about her other female friends and relatives too.
A man can. It’s called “ I just hit the Powerball”
Best $8 winning ticket I ever had…
Beware of the new dating variant, covid-69.
Don’t cough in the cooch?
Oh boy, where do I start? A guy that drops his dignity to go back to a freshly dumped girl just to retrieve his freakin electric toothbrush…And then he cares more about shorts versus long pants than whether he just comes across as a douchebag by wearing a mask to a date? I remember a brief time of trying online dating and one of the few dates I went on was with a guy that brought a pillow to the bar to sit on, because he “has back problems and most chairs are just too hard for him.” Geez. Turns out, I have a pretty good idea why he may not have had a girlfriend at the time. Now, it could very well be that I am just too insensitive and should have more of a soft side for men with back problems…
oh yeesh, i stopped reading before the mask on the date… a total fag
So, SL, no reverse cowgirl to ease his discomfort?
Sigh. Where do I even begin with this?
Many TBP readers are aware that I am single, some have heard me complain about the dearth of masculine men in the dating pool.
This guy is what we Gen Xer’s would call a “metro sexual”. They are not called that anymore. I don’t know what they are called really. Men is not the term I personally would use. Male, maybe. Or maybe not, who the fuck even knows any more.
1. He obviously lives in NYC or one of the boroughs. That’s strike one. Anyone who lives there and fondly talks about it STILL is a hopeless dolt.
2. He thinks the CDC is in charge of his life.
3. He uses Instagram.
4. He wore a yellow shirt and brown pants. Together. My father, who is 75 years old, will wear this combination. It is not a good combination.
5. He asked Twitter if it’s ok to wear shorts on a date. Good grief man, if it’s hot out, wear shorts. Not shorts where your ass cheeks hang out, but you know, something in a good cotton. Preferably not of the cargo variety, we are not going on safari or to fix things. If you have super pale legs than maybe skip the shorts as that can be super distracting on a man. Rule of thumb: If your legs are day-glo white, go with pants.
6. He’s obviously been vaxxed and I am going to go out on a limb and guess everyone he knows is either vaxxed or lying about it, and he probably cannot imagine sitting across from one of the dirty un-vaxxed.
7. The mentally challenged gal who was on the Yellow Shirt Date showed her friends their Insta convo to determine if it was in fact a date. The only time I show my friends the texts between me and a man I went on a date with was to show them his asshole comments when he was told there would be no second date. Which was usually preceded by some douchebaggery during said date. If you, as a presumably grown person, cannot determine for yourself if you are on a date or not, then you probably should be living in a group home and not in control of money. They “bonded over their mutual confusion”. That one sentence sums up the low IQ of the people in this age group. Bonding over how dumb you both are.
Here’s what I do:
Swipe left on
1. Men with a vax badge on their profile
2. Men with a mask on in any profile picture, and especially a gym picture with a mask.
3. Men who say they are “cat dads” and/or have a pic of them cuddled up with one or more cats. Not a huge fan of men who call themselves “dog dads” either.
4. Men who put their preferred pronouns.
5. Men wearing skinny jeans
6. Men with cigarettes hanging out of their mouth
7. Neck or facial tattoos
8. Dentally challenged
9. Use filters. (it’s bad enough when women do it for fuck’s sake)
10. Use only landscapes as their pics.
There are more, but this generally weeds out the soft, loony liberal left, those of the Low-T crowd .
The human race is doomed because these idiots cannot figure out if they are on a date, never mind getting laid, which is how babies are made.
Bwuahhhahahaha. You are hilarious, pup. Seriously. I wished I could give you 100 thumbs up.
If I had to rejoin the dating world, I’d jump off of a bridge.
You are very much correct about one thing – cat dad. I have 2 male cats and I would never call myself a “cat dad”. Zookeeper is really the correct term if you have cats. I’m not their “dad” and they certainly do not need my help in murdering anything that wanders into my home. I do, though, take some enjoyment in watching them stalk each other which they seem to enjoy as well otherwise they’d give it a rest.
zookeeper, good one.
Hopefully, they can never figure out how babies are born.
I have cats and I’m not a liberal.
Pup…come on down to rural TX if you can handle the heat. Seriously, the real men are here.
Rural Texas is right. If you don’t mind; the smell of diesel, dirty fingernails, or for most guys our age, a ring from a can of Copenhagen Long Cut(“What’s the date on that, hon?”) on the pocket of his Wranglers.
realestatepup:
Wow.
Quite the list.
But can’t argue with any of it.
Much easier for guys to date.
Always set up the first date at a good sushi restaurant.
So even if it’s a bad date, it’s still good sushi.
Women love to talk.
Let them.
And ask just enough questions to keep them talking.
And look her in the eyes.
The eyes are the window to the soul, or lack thereof.
After the first date, you’ll know everything you need to know about her.
She knows almost nothing about the mystery man driving an old jeep or a Triumph Triple.
If she’s interesting, you go on a second date.
If not, tell her she reminds you too much of your sister, so dating would be weird.
She did all the talking, she’ll never even know you don’t have a sister.
Smooth
realestatepup…good stuff…
“The eyes are the window to the soul, or lack thereof.”
Yep…
Here’s a poem from 76…been with her ever since…
SHE JUST WHISTLED
I fell in love with a young girl
We were both living aimless
Maybe a little too free
I was a long way from home
Looking for a man called me
It caught me by surprise
When I looked into her liquid blue eyes
There he was
The real me
This was my favorite part. A casual (and apparently not-infrequent discussion) about taking experimental shots for the flu, and what the shot did to your body. As if that is something normal.
Guy’s 31 and still dating? Outta there! Kids ought to be near middle school by now. Nature gives you several shots between ages 14 and 25 to get with it. You miss those and… to quote a great line in a great movie… ‘You’re on your own, son.’
mm, especially these days there are a lot of things that go sideways. married the first time when i was mid-20s and the now ex was 22. but she transformed into a modernistic anti-family freak who went from saying ‘yeah, well have kids as soon as were settled in’ to finally coming clean and admitting she didnt want kids. coulda saved us both a lot of trouble being honest with yerself about that, its kinda the central point of marrying in the first place.
and to think i met her in a study group at my church. problem was she did not know herself.
lost plenty of years and most of my possessions in that mess. probably a good thing though. havent heard of her in a long long time but im pretty sure she’d be a biden-voting self-hating marxist injection-pushing maskhole , just seems like that’d fit her character.
wife #2 , well, i was late 30s and she was mid-20s. solid, honest, simple, clean heart, knows what she wants in life. so far lost three little ones to miscarriages, but she’s still determined to bring up a next generation. yeah, would have been a lot better if i found someone like her the first time around. this modern world is full of defectives though.
keep yourselves healthy , life might still demand things of you even as the years go by .
Whatta dweeb. Noo Joisey. Bet he smelled of Aramis. Or Brut.
actually ‘they’ wear polo ….
Good one!
First off I always thought Dickies were work pants. Yeah, this guy is a Beta. Women seem to know an Alfa from a Beta. Well, at least they used to. Many of today’s (wannabe) Alfas are nothing more than tattooed-up call of duty warriors. However, a lot of blame has to go with the women that are available. A mishmash of know-nothings, know-it-alls,and whores with multiple kids from multiple idiots. Trying to have an intelligent conversation with one of them is fruitless. The smart ones are either taken or just sick of bouncing from one idiot to the next. The covid BS has nothing to do with it. Other than it has sped up the process of finding out if your current date is a full-blown idiot or not.
you should ask yourself “shorts with a quarter inch inseam, or mid-calf Capris???”
what a fag!
‘dating site’ ? wtf? go out and actually meet people, you know, in real life? that thing actual humans do?
electric toothbrush? and he crawls back to retrieve it? fuckin loser!
sounds like a whiny piece of crap.
what the hell happened to actual proper courtship?
This guy should just suck start a 12 gauge and be done with it. What a sorry culture we have devolved into.
Ha! You think he would know how to do that?
This boy doesn’t need a date, he needs a therapist. Come to think of it, I’m not sure that’s a safe option these days.
My first thought was that this shit couldn’t have been written by a man.
My second thought was that given the complete effeminization of urban soyboy males, yes – this shit could, indeed, have been written by a man.
I would recommend Jeremy open a Grindr account because he’s a fag. Since he’s also a bottom, he’ll have no shortage of dates.
PS – it’s open season out there in Bluetopia for guys who work out, have some edge and have some game. Don’t catch chlamydia, boys…
One of my really good friends, a man, is 41. He is the epitome of a masculine guy. Works out regularly, looks pretty amazing, and knows he is not responsible for female feelings.
He is not looking for a life partner currently, and while he gets laid all the time, is not a shit brick about it.
He plays bass in a band, is really good, and is generally the best looking one in the whole band (He is a member of 2 bands).
He is a dream on a date. Makes the plans, sticks to it, is punctual. Can hold an actual conversation for the entire night.
We talk often about the super shallow pool of women out there.
Heavy filter use (who knows what will show up)
Woke language use constantly
At least one kid, but usually more, from more than one baby daddy
Hair every color except hair
Various piercings making airport security challenging, and possibly raising some eyebrows when you go through the body scanner
Zero life skills, i.e. cook, clean, shop, budget. Perpetual little girls
Think they are owed something merely because they possess a punani.
Sounds like you’ve been on a date or two with him. [Bed squeaking noises]
LOL
KJ you made me chuckle. Yes, that is how we met but have remained friends.
Not just because he’s eye candy but because he actually is a super talented musician and wicked smaht.
I thought you were talking about me for a second and was trying to figure out which one you were. haha
Bass player in 2 bands, single and not actively looking for a GF or wife, lift weights 4x a week, dashingly handsome, dangerously smart. But I’m 49, not 41.
I’m done with the swipe fest, I only go out with women I meet in the real world, old-school style. It’s easier to spot the nut jobs that way, anyhow.
I live in MA. Come visit, you’ll be overwhelmed with females looking for real men.
I moved to FL from NJ in Feb and I have no intention of ever setting foot in a blue state again.
I’m very familiar with MA, having gone to school in RI with a lot of MA people. Spent a bunch of time in Bahston going to Sawx games.
I was most recently in Boston in 2019 and it’s just as bad, if not worse, than the NYC metro area where Ms. Jeremy (and myself) are from.
I want to be the third wheel on the bicycle. Happily married and no intention to change that, but will not pass up the eye candy that you must be, KJ 😉
It’s not nice to your hubbywubby to eat eye candy. I will not encourage this terrible behavior.
Have a wonderful woman/Life Partner. No interest to change that. But, there are 3-4 good catches in the 55+ crowd for every single guy.
Jesus H Christ I didn’t know the Millennials were *this* bad. And they’re supposed to be the Fourth Turning Heroes? What the holy fuck…did Thomas Jefferson wear Dickies???
Want a woman, go to the church of your flavor.
I do not do drunks, married women and masked vaxxers, very simple.
Finding a woman that is not completely insane is the trick, faith in God is key.
OMG. After reading that I want to puke. It’s like listening to the trials and tribulations of compliant sheeple dealing with the overlords of their lives. Puke. God please make the overwhelming majority of these sheeple sterile as the world could never handle their oh so wokeness much less their dna offspring. He just had to make it a narrative about how to comply with the tyrannical edits of a dictator and a “how to use masks and social distance for single people.” This read was nothing more than a virtue signal of some soyboy cucked estrogen laden ball-less half boy-man. Hold on I must puke again. I no longer have faith in the future of mankind. I am at the point of no longer wanting to fight but also no longer complying. But I am focused on elation. Let me explain. I am so pissed off I cannot see straight and only see red. I am now preparing to reside in safe non compliance and stocked with popcorn so I can watch all these sheeple wallow in the democrat dictator pain forthcoming they deserve what they get and I want to really enjoy their severe pain and I bought a bullhorn to laugh loud enough so they absolutely know it is me laughing at them. I now only long for the show, I mean pain, to start. Seems like we are in the prelude now. Gosh I am excited for this pain to start. They deserve it. I am giddy
The urge to puke is strong.
IMO…
1) this is a gaslighting article. Makes Covid a legit dating issue.
2) there is someone for everyone. Even crybabies will find each other.
3) go to church or become a bar fly
4) I’m going make sure to kiss my wife passionately tonight. She likes that
and if I give her some things or do some things she likes, I won’t become single.
Well, well, GNL…not too bad here.
1) yep
2) agree…betas usually get the women they deserve
3) nothing sexier than a God-fearing man IMO
4) absolutely, take care of your woman and everything will fall into place
These guys had more balls
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Fun fact: Jerry Casale, their bass player, was a student at Kent State and witnessed the famous massacre.
“When are shorts on a date acceptable?”
When it’s a play date? When your lower legs have been amputated? If you’re in the Afrika Corps?
That was cringeworthy in the extreme. I did appreciate the accidental bit of truth he let slip out in the midst of the BS-fest- “…we joked about how we knew we didn’t need them (masks) but felt better with them anyway…”
I bet. For both of you.
As my son quipped, masks are the best thing to happen to ugly women since makeup.
It boggles the mind that this guy is 31. The humanity!
Of course Ms. Casper will be nothing but nice when you enter her bar. You are in the Realm of the Paying Customer, not the Realm of She Wants to Date You. She probably wishes she could disappear instead of listening to your whiney voice. Did you get jealous when she was nothing but nice to other paying customers? Do you get all hot when the cashier asks how your day is going?
You do have balls to ask for your toothbrush back from someone you ended a relationship. Assuming she kept it, how do you know it didn’t moonlight as a toilet brush? Moreover, what’s the deal with toothbrushes? An on again off again dude laughed that he saved my toothbrush and put it on the sink. It was pink. Mine was purple. When he questioned me, I told him that I only had one color to keep track of.
Will never do dating again. If my senses take leave I will be the one loudly proclaiming that I might sleep with ya on the third date (I won’t) but I will never reveal my shitshot status until we are married. Bwahahaha. Ahem.
The good news– These jabbed up freaks will be gone or gutted the next flu season.
Yes.
Man… my generation is the biggest bunch of pussies this retched earth has ever brought forth.
Is it wrong to hope for God’s righteous judgment to wipe away the majority of the population?
no, not wrong at all.
A few years ago when I was still in the rainbow mafia held airline industry I worked among millenials. Needless to say were I not married I would have had access to an ample supply of single, committed and polyamorous women. Many of those women were in the pussified beta millenial category and dated weak men or married weak men.
Needless to say that my zero fucks given attitude shed light on the whole idiotic idea of femininzed men or metro boys that they grew up with and thought were men and absolutely destroyed their commonly held beliefs of men being passive as ideal.
I mean those women, in general, were used to never being told no by millenial childmen. As I am a conflict-seeking personality, this also shed light on basic, primitive human behavior and mating as that limbic system kicked in for the women when I would confront asshole customers or crew. Physical confrontations, fighting for us normal men, gets the autonomic nervous system firing and the instinctive desire for mating materializes as well.
To make this brief: real women need and want men with balls bigger than their brains. However, when your brain and balls work in concert, the sky is the limit for dating and mating. Once you figure out how to merge the two you can become an unstoppable machine of conquest.
Take note you fucken sissy millenials that were raised by pussies: quit eating or drinking soy and let your balls flow freely.
ZFG, out.
P.S. Nards dangle. Quit being wussies.
Brilliant and so, so true.
Why are “Bodice Ripper” romances still so popular? Because women do not want to bed a man that is more feminine than they are. Simple.