I blame this on the political correctness movement. Everybody thinks they deserve to be babied and coddled nowadays, for fear of getting their little feelers hurt.

Sounds crass, but completely true. The level of humor deficiency in the world today is astronomical. It seems that nobody realizes that nobody has the right to NOT be "offended".

JMO

We have broken it off before and he asks to come back into my life and somehow we get back together cause I miss the fun stuff we do and miss his funny ways, etc. But i feel i don't love him.

Those are scammers beware of anyone asking for anything... Spend time in the forums, you'll get to know some really great people...

Oh, you misspelled dimensional. Did I miss the quotation marks?



You are very one dimentional. You are not very worthy of my time. If you were truly interested in how you are wrong, I believe you would do the research yourself.

I would attempt to explain to him where he is wrong, but I am smart enough to realize he wouldn't understand so I am saving myself a lot of writing in the post.

It totally went over your head. The WHOLE thing, not just the last couple of sentences.

It was deliberate (note the quotation marks). Also known as an "airplane," because it went right over your head.

From another angle:

The site I use for the profiles on the "One Glorious Profile" thread -- probably 85% of those profiles say something like "I am not like anyone you have ever met!" and then go on to write the exact same five sentences you'll find in each of the next 5682 profiles.

Either they have never read another dating site profile (which is entirely possible, given the average literacy level), or they simply have no idea what the words mean.

I have come to the conclusion that people who try too hard in their profiles to convince you that they are unique or sexy or "intelegent" probably aren't.

It takes more than someone saying "I am ______" for me to believe it. Prove it. The profile gives them a decent shot at it -- most of them fail to take advantage of the opportunity.

When I was younger, I wound up in a lot of relationships that were based on nothing more than availability and the fact that I was always in a band. Short-term entanglements; fun, frivolous, designed to be disposable, and easy enough to forget and move on.

I knew, from an early age, that the traditional relationship model wasn't going to work for me -- I didn't want a life like my dad's, and I didn't want to be like one of my ever-growing circle of friends who got married at 19 or 20 and wanted out a year or two later.

And I would tell my girlfriends "I don't want that kind of life," and they would all say, "Well, I don't either."

Inevitably, three months down the road, they would change their minds. "We should get married, we should start a family, you would make a great father...." Blah blah blah. Not interested; I was never really interested in any of that.

Time to throw in the towel and start over again.

As I got older, I saw, more and more, that tradition was everything. There just weren't any women, in my experience, who weren't inextricably tied to the cardboard cutout husband-father model of what a partner should be. People couldn't conceive of a life that didn't revolve around reproduction and alcohol; I suspect there's some kind of link there, possibly causal, and I can imagine it working in both directions.

I told myself, for years, that I would eventually meet someone who had a similar goal -- a relationship built around intellect and creativity and mutual support and caring and communication, one which transcended the ongoing train wrecks that were the "standard model" relationships I saw all around me.

I would occasionally weaken and give in to the overwhelming weight of the norm. I even got married -- biggest mistake of my life, on any number of levels.

I'd like to think I learned something from that.

And, truth be told, I did actually meet one person whose intellect and creativity fit the profile; but only one. And that's been a sort of a ten-year boondoggle.

Over time, I see fewer and fewer indicators that there are actually people interested in anything other than the sheer, pre-programmed biological imperative. The ones who used to make an effort to PRETEND they wanted something else have been replaced by more of those who admit, from Day One, that it's all about being exactly the same as everybody else.

Not a particularly hospitable environment for someone such as myself who would rapidly wither and die attempting to be a conformist.

Maybe this is why eHarmony told me I was unmatchable....?

dogs don't see red. everything is a bluish tinge to them

in all honesty,i am not complaining as i stated,i just love irony and i thought it was a more thought-provoking topic than "what color shirt do you have on today?" be seeing you

I've got a word or two
To say about the things that you do
You're telling all those lies
About the good things that we can have
If we close our eyes

Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you

I left you far behind
The ruins of the life that you have in mind
And though you still can't see
I know your mind's made up
You're gonna cause more misery

Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you

Although your mind's opaque
Try thinking more if just for your own sake
The future still looks good
And you've got time to rectify
All the things that you should

Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you

Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you
Think for yourself
'Cause I won't be there with you