Moderation is masturbation
what is what, and what makes you feel good
all these things I think about,
I think about
always come unglued
-Stone Temple Pilots, "Unglued"
Thanks everyone for the mental hugs on the John issue.
In other news, I watched A Dirty Shame with Jen and Mindy tonight, and I laughed my ass off. Sample scene-
DORA: 'Ever tried rufees?
SYLVIA: No.
DORA: Me neither. I was afraid I would stay home and date rape myself.
Bah hahahaha! I guess you had to be there. John Waters is one twisted f*&k, but that's what makes his stuff so interesting. Don't even get me started on Serial Mom! I had to leave Jen's apartment early, though, since the two were having romance-time after the movie.
I want to thank JayTan for broadening my vocabulary; I used my newly learned term tonight. Jen and I stopped at CVS to get some bottled water, and the cashier was this 20-something hottie with piercings and a sharp wit. We had a little conversation, since it was basically dead in the store, until Jen came along and literally tackled me. When we were out at the car, I called her a "cockblocker," which I am now convinced she is, since any time I have any sort of encounter with one of the male species, she tries to fondle or touch me in some way. Most guys assume I am her gay lover after meeting her (one ex, a long time ago, even insisted that we must be sleeping together and was pissed). Last night, at the Edison Arthur concert, Arthur himself was hanging around with us outside the club between sets. He stated, "It's nice to know I'm popular with the big-breasted lesbian crowd" and pointed at Jen and I. I thought, "Crowd? (reaction delay) Oh shit, he thinks I'm gay!" Eh, I guess there are worse things to be assumed to be. It's not like Jerry Falwell or Dick Cheney are molesting me in public.
what is what, and what makes you feel good
all these things I think about,
I think about
always come unglued
-Stone Temple Pilots, "Unglued"
Thanks everyone for the mental hugs on the John issue.
In other news, I watched A Dirty Shame with Jen and Mindy tonight, and I laughed my ass off. Sample scene-
DORA: 'Ever tried rufees?
SYLVIA: No.
DORA: Me neither. I was afraid I would stay home and date rape myself.
Bah hahahaha! I guess you had to be there. John Waters is one twisted f*&k, but that's what makes his stuff so interesting. Don't even get me started on Serial Mom! I had to leave Jen's apartment early, though, since the two were having romance-time after the movie.
I want to thank JayTan for broadening my vocabulary; I used my newly learned term tonight. Jen and I stopped at CVS to get some bottled water, and the cashier was this 20-something hottie with piercings and a sharp wit. We had a little conversation, since it was basically dead in the store, until Jen came along and literally tackled me. When we were out at the car, I called her a "cockblocker," which I am now convinced she is, since any time I have any sort of encounter with one of the male species, she tries to fondle or touch me in some way. Most guys assume I am her gay lover after meeting her (one ex, a long time ago, even insisted that we must be sleeping together and was pissed). Last night, at the Edison Arthur concert, Arthur himself was hanging around with us outside the club between sets. He stated, "It's nice to know I'm popular with the big-breasted lesbian crowd" and pointed at Jen and I. I thought, "Crowd? (reaction delay) Oh shit, he thinks I'm gay!" Eh, I guess there are worse things to be assumed to be. It's not like Jerry Falwell or Dick Cheney are molesting me in public.
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And a mental fondlewhile were at it.
As far as that John thing goes, I can see why you wanted that off your chest and agree that, that wasnt the best way to handle it (though I can empathize why it would end up that way).
Buton the other side of things there are both bad winners and bad loosers. Perhaps Mr. Smith was the aggrieved party.but he didnt handle it very well at all. Especially the, I had to discuss you at length in therapy. Sheeesh! His anguish is just a little too self indulgent to be completely genuine and he enjoys his pain a little too much to get much sympathy from me.
In my not-so-humble opinion, in the end, you handled it better than he.