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Posted on 12/12/2017 12:59:38 PM PST by x1stcav
Imagine you’re a single guy. You meet a woman who appears to be sane and nice. She’s not sporting the signature rainbow hair, “statement” glasses, and hallmark sour, judgmental scowl that seems to be endemic to crazy third-wave feminists (but I repeat myself) today, and you decide to meet for a first date.
You gallantly hold the door open for her, and pull out her chair, because, you know, respect.
She twists her lips into an acerbic scowl, but says nothing. You figure maybe she got a splinter from the chair, or maybe she has indigestion or something, so you sit across from her and begin to chat. After all, that’s what first dates are about, right? Getting to know one another.
You: So tell me what you’re looking for in a guy.
Her: You’re assuming I date men exclusively. That’s quite the assumption to make. I’m gender fluid, and I do not discriminate based on the gender of my prospective mates.
You (nonplussed): Uh… I apologize. I didn’t mean to assume anything. I just meant to ask what kind of people you’re attracted to.
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‘It’s a blog but you thought it was news.
I’m sorry for your special needs.’
humblegunner, go ahead, click on it, read it, and you’ll find its loaded with ‘news’.
Just trying to spread knowledge and enlightenment.
BTW, when’re you coming by for dinner? Tonight is sesame chicken and sticky rice. We eat early around here so plan to arrive by 1700.
My oldest son started college in Iowa in the last half of the 90s.
He called me one evening to say, thanks dad. I asked what for and he said for always teaching me to be polite, hold doors for women and in general be a gentleman. I said, okay, what’s the back story.
He said in his first week on campus he was acting just like that and he was having girls ask his room number because although they had a steady guy they wanted to bring their young roommate by to meet him as there seemed to be a complete lack of decent guys with basic character and courtesy. He said that after about the fifth time something similar to this happened he decided some of those youthful lessons merited acknowledgement.
I still laugh thinking of it over twenty years later.
They forgot to mention that she probably drives a Subaru
The pic of the woman in a corset reminded me of an old, hilarious Virginia Slims “you’ve come a long way, baby” cigarette ad. A man is helping his wife get into a too-tight corset by tightening its strings with a windlass. He’s cranking as hard as he can while she’s hanging onto two of the posts of their four poster bed. Then disaster strikes. The tension on the strings gets too high and she flies across the room, taking the two posts of the bed with her and collapsing the bed.
That was also during my time in college. What was “normal” back then would get you into major trouble now. How bad would the pc’s react to panty raids now? I knew many girls who were as aggressive as the guys. And it was not harassment then. Just everyday boy/girl interaction. It was fun while it lasted.
“Man, oh, man! Am I glad I’m married! Dating in this day and age is like Russian roulette!”
“Tarantula sex” is a slightly more accurate term.
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They didn’t act that way at OSU in 1992, either...
I have never in my life been abused or scorned by a woman for whom I’ve held a door or performed a similar small courtesy.
Hehe...I hear that.
Sounds like needing an oil change...
You sure do and not because of the womyn.
Wackos like male feminist Matt McGorry.
You never count your money
While you’re sittin’ at the table...
(more advice - lol)
...with five bullets!
Move to Boston.
You’ll see it all the time. Just has it happen again last Friday. Waiting for the trolley standing next to a woman and with a smile and gesture said ‘ After you ‘.
Her response was a pinched face look of distaste and a ‘ No! ‘
I didn’t even bother getting into it with her.
I’ve been yelled at by women on the train when offering them my seat.
It goes on all the damned time.
- almost forgot about this one: woman screaming ‘ assault! Get your hands off me ! ‘ after I grabbed her from falling out of the train when the doors opened.
She’s leaning against one of the doors and when the trolley stopped, doors open and she starts to fall right out the door.
I grabbed her with both hands and pulled her in otherwise she would have gone backwards onto the station platform. A fairly steep fall.
Unreal. I was all of 23 or so. Never again - never.
This is akin to that scene in a teenage slasher flick where one or more characters goes to the basement door. You know better, the entire audience knows better yet the doomed character, just like an Original Star Trek ‘Red Shirt’, still does it and suffers their fate.
Dating anyone, of whatever 27 genders, who starts the date like that, is encountering a state of “Danger, Danger Will Robinson!” Cut it short, try not to get too many bruises, be gentle but firm in the exit and lock your door!
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