Love is pukey
Like is joys

(I hope I don`t sound too condescendingly agreeable.)

Love is DQ,
Like is Coke

This means... love is predetermined, liking is up to free will?

Mwooohahahaha, said the spirit (!) of the oldest (first ever) Christmas past.

Plus you got the arm of your date to latch onto, if a five-year-old scares you to half-dead in his or her costume.

If you are lucky, your date is still there on the other end of that arm when you latch. Mwhooohahahaha.

Has to do with age and level of excitement. I was dating a woman for a long time, she was not the most beautiful lady in town... but she was a physician. My psychiatrist never new, because the lady asked for utmost privacy. But the two lived on the same street and he figured it out. He said to me at the time, ''Apafej, to take that lady to bed was an Olympic achievement already ten years ago.''

So: level of excitiment... orientation of pole... Olympic achievment...

You do the math.

Jesus... first I misread your post, I read 'don`t invest in your life, save the start-up costs.' Hehe. That would have been even more appropriate, from the sounds of it (proof: this is the first of my many posts in this thread that made anyone acknowledge I exist.)

I think the guy can be charged with sarcasm in this case, but not with mysogyny... he was trying to point you ladies to the fact that with pole dancing as a form of exercise women are themselves turning mysogynists. In a sort of self-reflective way they debase themselves for men, even without being asked for it, on their own initiative, AND now as a sport.

I could start a business translating from Menian to Womenian.

And you, meine gnaedige Frau, I enjoy your brimming optimism and bright smile.

Reading between the lines; only read that if you know that the guy is good in writing between the lines.

And most people babble, and say nothing of descriptive value, so I just look a the pictures and build a character and lifestyle around the person on the pic, taking into consideration their demeanor, pose, setting, upper arms (I am BIG on bare upper arms), how organized their looks is, or their houses, etc.

You can learn a lot from pictures, more than from profiles of up to a thousands words in length.

For a picture speaks better than a thousand words, but not so good as one thousand and one words, plus up.

You know how many things did not happen to me when I wasn't expecting them? Millions. Literally. Or perhaps trillions.

Your argument is valid, but the counter argument is even more valid.

Quo valid.

True, but when you haven't eaten anything for thirteen years, you are not going to sit down and savour the srcumpt.

You instead gobble downt he goosenecks as fast as you can, AND it tastes fantastic that way, too.

If food can be nice like you said, I should data a nice fromboise de lacqueree frisson, avec fromage de poisson bleu.

Do me a favour, please, Bravalady, give me a two-week notice before your unavailability does a 360 degree turn... I need a head start above the competition next year, I feel, if I want to get to places.

I don't want to watch you being loved from the sidelines again next year. The seasons are getting shorter, and I want to come up to the plate before I get signed off from the team or the race (the human race). My fans and followers are falling away like autumn flies and leaves... hardly any of them remembers the once legendary hitter. And autumn is beconing... my life's autumn, I need one last good go at a relationship before my autumn also flees and leaves. (I don't have flees.)

And that your clothes are blood-soaked. Most times.

Try to kill fewer people at work, maybe it will improve your love-life. And you DEFINITELY have to stop taking work home with you.

The first part was ALMOST a good argument, MsHarmony... except you shot it down in the second part right away, yourself.

Guarantees can be fulfilled with shiny cars... guarantees are meaningless in relationships, even in marriages.

It's like praying to a superhuman power to guarantee for you that next time you will win the big payout in the lottery.

I understand, but she does not necessarily have to insist on a goal, even for herself. Goals are to be scored, not attained.

Her goal could be changed to enjoy the status quo. Simple, elegant and light solution, not a heavy-handed, grandiose neediness.

Ya kiddin? I can't find even sex, let alone real love.

In this g-dforaken town I can't find even a hooker, or even a used and discarded condom.

I'm done with, I'd say. Over and out, 10-four. Roger.

Erm... what about two days at a time. Much more time efficient.

To you it may sound lame... to break up with that line, but to most of us it's boiler plate... you know, that they stamp on an outgoing item from a factory, like warning labels of mattresses: stating the obvious, "you should not take this arsenic-based rat poison internally" and such.

I am not being jaded (just for once), it is a deeply felt wisdom I am imbuing you with.

Nobody under 40 even _knows_ what you talk about when you say Atari.

According to this, I live in paradise.

Well, paradise is not all it's cracked up to be, folks.

But on the upside I don't have to got work every day in blood-soaked clothes after my creditors shake my body bloody.

Heck, I never knew I had it so good.

That's why my opinion: paradise is not where it's at.

When you make up personal superstitions, such as "he is going to like me for SURE if I stay out of the washroom for the next seven hours." This is called the Waterbearer Sacrifice.