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Pre-New Job Start Date Mini Road/Ski Trip
Day 1:
I began my 5-day half road/half ski trip in typical J.B. fashion; at the crack of dawn.
Last WEEK OF FREEDOM. What to do?” 
My alarm sounded off at 5:30am PST. I did some last-minute packing then hit the road so I could make the 9:30am lesson I had booked at Squaw Valley Ski Resort. The ski area, located in the North Lake Tahoe area is about three-hour drive from my home base in Berkeley.
I made it right on time.
However, as “ski days” go, today was not much of a winner. Sunny yet icy.
It has not snowed for weeks and the mountain looks bare. By the afternoon the suns glow turned much of the morning ice into “sugar snow”. As someone who grew up skiing on the spare patches of ice that make up much of east coast ski areas south of Vermont the lack of powder is actually kind of relief.
During my intermediate/advanced lesson I learn the basics of “carving”. 
Right, thrilling material I’m giving you here 
Today; Wednesday, February 6, 2013 is my mothers 60th birthday. I called home en route to Tahoe and my father answered the phone. He sounded both upbeat (which I later realized was prolly because he has gotten laid, parental sex, gross) yet a tad irate. He asked how I was and where I was. I told him to which he replied, “well over here we are doing the Wizard of Oz”.
Wtf?
He went on, “I don’t know where we are and you’re mother; she has no clue where she is! All I know is I am in New York and I have to find my way back home”.
Wow. He was home. 
The onset of the disease that was quickly taking away his memories is becoming more obvious everyday. I was actually impressed by his creative aptitude there. While he may have lost memory his use of metaphor was spot on!
By late afternoon I had yet to speak with my mother. I called her cellphone several times and it went straight to voicemail. This worried me.
Given it was a Wednesday and horrid ski day the mountain was basically empty. After my lesson I rode the Funitel to the top of the mountain. Normally this lift is packed, however, today it was dead. I got on the 20 person gondola with one other person. The gondola behind us was empty.
During the ride up I could not help but think about a post I wrote about a while back, “The things the public wanna know … some of it is just straight wacky!“. Prompted by one of my blogs search engine terms “woman fucking in funitel”, the post describes a sexual fantasy Mike had while we were seeing each other last ski season. He wanted to, well, fuck in the funitel.
Likely inspired by the raunchy 80′s ski culture cult classic “Hot Dog…The Movie“, 
this was something that I kinda wanted to try too. However, it never went down; the season ended, the fantasy unfulfilled.
As I rode the gondola up to the top of the mountain, watching empty lift after empty lift pass, I could not help but think this warm wash of a ski day would be the perfect opportunity for funitel fucking. As these thoughts passed through my nostalgic mind I scanned my surroundings. My eyes briefly held their focus on the older gentleman sitting directly in front of me. He was at least 60 years old if not older. He had a white beard, wore a bright blue jumpsuit and had a fairly noticeable belly. No, he would not do. He was not funi fuck-worthy.
Tahoe is full of Mike “triggers”, which sucks, but hey that is life. If one avoided every place; every city, state, street; every store or sight you ever that triggered an unpleasant emotion you could probably never leave your house. Fuck it, my own room once served as such a trigger until I completely re-arranged the furniture and painted the walls.
All-in-all I would say it was a good day. After skiing I drove to Tahoe Hostel, my lodgings for the evening. The hostel is about a 30 minute drive from the ski resort. It is a magnificent drive. The road edges the lake and the views are nothing short of stunning. I stopped several times to take pictures, watch the sunset and simply just sit in awe of the beauty before me.
Sadly, 
while I felt the power of nature, understood and was thankful for of how lucky I was to be in such a gorgeous place, my nostalgic mind reared its evil head. I became overwhelmed with sadness and loneliness. Mike. He was everywhere. So I cried. I bawled. I hope somewhere in the unleashing for this waterfall of tears over the fond memories or associations I have with Mike flooded from my body too. Will they ever?
I arrived at the hostel at around 7:00pm. Checking in I was bombarded by a definite party scene. Laid back, chill backpackers or Bay Area season pass holders filled the main room.
I was given some paperwork to complete at registration which was smack dab in the middle of this light-hearted room. I sat on a comfy sofa, my clipboard in tow and before I even began to write my name a male voice with an indiscernible accent chirped “hey, how ya’ goin?”
I looked up and there he was; a mid to late 20′s dark-haired cutie, just chillen on the sofa directly in front of me. I was wiped out exhausted and also a bit drunk from the slugs of the cheap vodka and orange concoction I had prepared.
Slightly taken aback by his overt friendliness, I responded “pretty good, you?”. He went on to ask me where I was from, how long would my stay be, your typical backpacker questions. I took a stab at “guess the accent” and incorrectly predicted the UK. Nope, he was a kiwi. I also learned he had been staying at the hostel for two whole weeks already!
Before I went back to focusing on the task at hand, filling out the registration form, he made this comment “yes, you’re definitely gunna like it here!” Man I love travelers.
As I rose to return the completed form to reception I noticed a slim hipster chic had quickly slid in beside my kiwi. 
She sat so close to him she was practically on his lap. They had obviously formed a friendship during their stay fell easily into conversation. I found this humorous. This girl, watching the guy she had most likely been “cultivating” for at least a few days chatting up a new arrival! No way, no way was she letting this sheep-fucker slip out from her sharpened talons.
It was OK. She could have him what I needed was a bed and sleep. The fun would have to wait. I had not gotten much sleep the previous night, was exhausted driving, from skiing, from riding the emotion roller coaster and I needed to rise the next day at the crack of dawn once again for Day 2 of my trip. However, I have NO doubt that Tahoe Hostel and I have many fun nights ahead of us!
~ the road-trippen audacious amateur blogger
well can you prove you did not…squirt? can you?? How is what I say conjecture? other people have confirmed that you would not make a good wife. You said so yourself. Have you forgotten?
And you think its an attack and persecution? Is that your hypothesis rooted in conjecture or just fantasy? lol
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You had the cajones to meet ‘Mike’ and fucked him until your pussy squirted. If you had sex with ‘Mike’ who was a stranger in HIS HOUSE, why not have sex with ‘christophe’ in a public place? double standards? That’s some sick shit. The reason you have so many ex’s is because you would not make a good wife or even a good mother.
”This man had lied – whichever story, if any, were true, he still lied about one or both of his “personas”
Everybody lies. Have you never lied? Do you see yourself as a saint or a sinner! liar!
What about your ‘persona’ you have been hiding behind for so long? double standards? lol
Dial. You chose to spam this? what other decisions have u been making for me?
I think I’ve landed on my feet fairly well wo your guidance (which 2 ur credit was ur guidance).
You want to have sex w me, drinks w me, “try me” again? I don’t know and I’ve never heard metaphor like this outside Kurt vonnegut.
So. You have my … Everything, I have ur nothing, except maybe ur attention at this moment (or has it passed?)
You made one bold gesture, can u saddle up another one?
; ) Yes, I am a driver of trucks, also metaphorically speaking (trucks not being trucks at all but something else I have yet to come up with). As for the boilermakers, that was, er, metaphorical too? When it comes to ruining good beer I am really more of a chelada fan, the best thing about Jaun’s Place along with their nachos.
Still working backwards here, without much progress so far, we return to your thesis. Just kidding, but it is a recurring theme with you, whether it’s about the absence of it or the mediocrity of it, etc. (I admit I’m guilty of bringing it up first.) But isn’t sex all about the context, with the Funtel experience being at one extreme on the spectrum? And one I generally don’t find very interesting, either. If you can’t sink deeply into it in a shared experience of ecstasy and complete vulnerability it becomes a conquest sport or something where one or both involved are really only having it with themselves.
As for the unhinged door/utility/cryptology, you are right that I was saying I am at a major turning point in my life. Simply stated, well, its not stated very simply since it does involve sex, or rather its absence, and a long-term relationship that I still very much value despite the asymmetry. Beware of the paradox of trying to combine passion and stability. That’s no boilermaker, it’s weak tea, easy on the stomach and you can drink it all day. The turning point is we’ve mutually agreed we could use something stronger every once in a while. Hey, bartender!
Irreverent; I thought your big Apple roots would take that as a compliment. But you did leave NYC and here you are in Berkeley, the West coast capital of earnest introspection. Which doesn’t really preclude irreverence, but it can dangerously border on righteousness, a despicable quality you may have recognized in our brethren. So, maybe you would have preferred “opinionated”?
I’m scratching my head, too. Oh, well. back to driving trucks.
My door isn’t ajar, it’s newly off its hinges after many years and is now sitting at the shop. I’m of two minds as to whether I’ll pick it up and put it back again. Without it, the air is fresher and the view is better, its just the utility bill that worries me. Loosely translated: start with drinks, see what happens, just steer clear of the Funitel at the end of the day ; )
As for middle names for you, clearly nothing common will do. I’d start with something that combines “suspicious, irreverent and uncompromising.” But that might be a tall order since Googling it pulls up this in the Telegraph:
the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, a Polish branch of the “church”, which believes the world was created by a pasta-based entity referred to as “His Noodliness”.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/poland/9940397/Church-of-the-Flying-Spaghetti-Monster-vow-to-take-Poland-to-European-court.html
Irreverent – that’s a bit harsh but I can see how you could and justifiably feel that way.
I must admit, the whole door being in the shop, utility costs and what not, mostly went over my head. All I got from it is; your at one of those moments in your life where one phase is organically w ending (much like i am at now). You can chose to make a change which inherently is something that has both potential benefits and potential drawbacks or opt to continue on ur current path (actually there is another option which is to build a bridge that unites the two).
I mean… Metaphorically, is that close in anyway to what u were saying?
The funitel is fun for another time. That ride is one I gotta take alone ; at least for the rest of this season.
Sex is… I dunno, been so long I can barely recall the appeal. Jk
nah, like I’ve said in some posts and many comments, sex is not something that feels fun anymore, or rather that it would be fun just for the sake of doing it.
Like losing interest in a hobby, food or even a person I guess (though I more commonly don’t lose interest in people but rather never become interested in them in the first place, once the interest is there it takes a lot for it to be lost).
Boilermakers? That is a HARDCORE drink, whaddya a truck driver?! And yet.. Why is it that I happen to have an affinity for them?
“Wait and see” is my middle name.
Lol. That’s a bit cumbersome. I thought it was… Matt, mike.. I’m just spouting off common middle names
Wait and see, how’s that been working for you? Wait and see isn’t very, well it doesn’t create anything really, except perhaps leaves a door slightly ajar for someone else.
You have a middle name for me?
But getting back to the central thesis of your entry, getting down while going up, otherwise known as getting your money’s worth. Gas from SF to Truckee: $37. An All Day ticket at Squaw: $99. Getting your All Day ticket clipped for bonking in the Funitel: priceless. And I would add unforgettable, even if the sex isn’t since there’s less than 8 minutes of precious air time. For this, I humbly offer my services, this weekend, before the snow is all gone, (again). Let’s put the fun back in Funitel!
Is this.. I don’t even know what to say. There is no appropriate response.
My thesis? Sex? Nostalgia for things and people and feelings that are no longer?
Do u see sex as my thesis?
Eros begets thanatos and is always the thesis. What else is nostalgia? But between alpha (dad got laid) and omega (so did the kiwi) come many letters with which you can write about whatever you like (f#%!ing in the Funtel). Which is pretty much what I’m doing right now as an opportunistic way of insinuating myself into your month old blog post for the purposes of hitting on you in hopes of buying you a boilermaker at the MisLo. So, if sex isn’t your thesis, it should be, if only for the free drinks.
Woah, just saw this.
Is it English?? Some local lingo I’m not familiar w/ like pidgin, Hawaiian slang?
Eros begats Thanatos. Looked it up. Sex brings death? Sounds.. Appealing??
Ok, I take back the whole comment was “passive” thing. It obviously wasn’t!!
Words. Dad. Alpha who got laid but can’t remember his dad is dead, wept, then said, well, can’t dwell on things, must move on (sound like a familiar way of thinking?).
Kiwi? Maybe got laid. Couldn’t really provide any insight on that. I’m pretty sure he did though, miss competition was out for blood (even though I was a passive participant caught in the crossfire – not that i didn’t luv the attention
)
Hitting on me… So is short mediocre, but racy, sex now the offer or free (strong) drinks – which as I’m sure you know would most likely end in sex
Oh, and kudos, that was quite the wit filled comment. Getting down while coming up, classic. You come up w that yourself?
I have a pass so technically it makes the ski day free. Additionally – added value, if ski any day during bday month (which If you have been paying any attention is april) I get a $50 voucher for.. Something, lodging maybe, it wasn’t clear in the email aaaand a free desert at Rocker w purchase of an entree. Ooh
Wondering how the prospect of a sugar rush compares to mediocre sex w somekne I may or may not know (YOU know
)
I will be up this month and def in April. Don’t know when. Sprained ankle fucked me. And not in the feel good way. We’ll just have to wait and see
Just nominated you for an award. See Blog: http://dreamshadow59.wordpress.com/2013/02/11/very-inspiring-blogger-award/
Looks fun! And congrats on the new job!
It’s been an adventure!
I feel so jealous because of your trips!
Ha! Thanks. That was day one. You may not feel similarly after day two!
But hey, If you want to travel, make it happin capt’n!
The interviewers have fucked me so hard that am unable to move my ass for next two months, plus some other interviews are yet to be faced
Ah, yea. Interviewing is like a 12th century form of torture infused speed dating.
It literally almost broke me a few times like those intense months you have 3 a day. One on the phone one in the city then another you have to video conference in. All w diff companies you need to know the entire histories, Product loads, mission statement, middle names of the chairman of the boards king Charles Spaniel. Once your done w it take some time for you! You earned it!
In my country they mostly prefer face-to-face interview… I made a 6 hr shitty bus journey to reach there… felt like gang raped, and then had to return back alone with the worst kind of feeling.
Whatever you do, keep away from Adele! And do not lisren to this: http://www.lastfm.es/music/Yazoo/_/Nobody's+Diary
While you’re at it do not indulge in hypergamic sex romps. And lastly stay away from vodka!
Thanks for the words of advice. My mother had just said “be safe”. Which obviously just means use condoms during the frequent sexcapades with super hotties I tend to have during “ski trips”. Riiiight she says, skiing, more like your off to the rodeo, just make sure your not goin barebacked!”. Oh mom. She can be a hoot.
That’s why I’m blessed to have BB over here as my moral (and errr sexual caste) compass.
Remember what M3 says: everyticowgirldo the reverse cowgirl without commitment an angel cries… or words to that effect! LOL!
Seriously your market value decreases everytime you give yourself for free.
Seriously? I have never been a fan of reverse cowgirl.
(I believe there is one saying about angels losing their wings. Then from Peter Pan they make reference to fairies dying – which, if your pilgrim inspired words of wisdom is any indication of your “family values”, is something you would be in favor of.)
No, seriously? What happens every time I drink vodka? Does another polar bear get caught out and left to die in the icy arctic sea on an iceberg? Wait, you probably think global warming is a hoax too.
Those crazy Berkeley hippies with their free love, gay pride and planet saving. No wonder this country is practically a modern day Gammorah!
… everytime you do the reverse cowgirl with a stranger an angel cries…
There, corrected!
That´s it, an angel loses his wings everytime you ride the hypergamic carousel, long and hard! And with each vodka shot a polar bear rolls over and dies on the snow. And for each Adele song you play somewhere a man loses one testicle. The testicle withers and then falls off. That´s what I feel whenever they play fat Adele over the radio. Never mind
I´d rather not listen to your music, mate!
I have honestly never once mentioned Adele on this blog or really spoken to anyone ever about her music. I passively listen when it comes on the radio but otherwise… Adele is your music mate.
You keep bringing her up! So weird
Ok. I had never heard of Yaz, except of course for the variety of birth control with the same name (because yah know, I’m a slut), I do love my British pop (such a peeerrrfect opportunity to drop in some Freudian humor [here]. )
Tempting me much today? Introducing me to the forbidden fruit but warning me not to eat it.
Let’s play name that biblical character. In this scenario are you God, Adam or the snake? Or God, the snake and eve working together??
Hmm.
I´m just daring you to change your mood! And poking fun at girly music like Adele. For some reason, when Adele showed up on the music scene I was reminded of Alison Moyet from Yazoo. What is it with fat girls and unrequited love? Same voice, same hypergamic lamentations. Moyet wrote that great song: Nobody´s Diary nearly 30 years ago. I hear she´s still active and has shed 100 pounds.
I cannot stand love songs anymore. They make me nauseous. I´d much rather listen to nonsense like Jethro Tull, King Crimson, early Genesis, Pink Floyd, etc. The lyrics don´t get in the way of the music. But love lyrics ruin everything.
I do love vodka (Zubrowska, Finlandia, Absoluut).
My mood? That can be changed, I have the power to change it at the drop of a dime.
I don’t deny or need “daring” of that. I make no apologies for taking moments of emotional physical expression, in the form of crying or a rant here and there regarding feelings that are for the most part beyond my control.
I was not raised with the WASP’y or machismo Idea that we must never show emotion. No crying! Keep it all in, nice and tight, right there in the back of your head let it allll steep there. Years of unresolved hurt resting inside until it explodes and one either snaps, goes on a shooting spree or goes to Belize in vacation and never comes back to the uptight stick up their ass family and cultures. This actually is fairly common.
I wrote I was in awe and felt blessed. Then nostalgic. I cried. Then I felt social and flirty and optimistic. Music wise.. Whatever the radio was playin was what I was listening to. Prolly something Poppy, upbeat bc I like to listen to more dance floor music while im driving more than 3 hours. Keeps me awake at the wheel.
In regard to ” I´d much rather listen to nonsense like Jethro Tull, King Crimson, early Genesis, Pink Floyd, etc. The lyrics don´t get in the way of the music. But love lyrics ruin everything.”
Again, I have no idea what gave you the impression that I’m a sappy love song junkie. I actually do a “Music interlude” series of posts. Aaaaand lookin at the selections, which I chose based on how they either inspired me or tbat I connected with, not a sap song in there. No complaining about break ups or harping about wanting a lost love back.
“Come Undone” – Robbie Williams is about personal transformation and taking responsibility for how his recklessness hurt others.
“I Want Love” – Elton John. Yes, it’s about love, cant deny that, it’s in the title. However, it’s theme is about moving forward. It is not about rom com love. It’s “I want love, but a different kind, not a love that’s clean and smooth”. It’s realistic.
“captain jack” – billy Joel, love of heroin?? Story about a young man fighting his personal demons.
“tangled up in blue” – is about bob Dylan struggling with his divorce. I guess that is a love song. It’s so folksy though it doesn’t really sound like one.
“it ain’t me babe” – another “love song” by our 60′s “fuck the government” artist. No complaining. Explaining.
I also feature pieces on more Robbie “I’m Madonna” – which. Yah it’s it’s own thing. “Feel” – love. Wanting it, accepting its a natural part of the human condition”. Errr…
“Where Is love” – from Oliver! A young orphan craving a mothers love. That offend you?
Think that’s it for now. Got some already drafted, mostly about personal strength, the beauty of nature, some about love.
That enough to shut ya up about Adele??
And really? Geez. No love lyrics. At all. Ever. You married? Plan on getting married? Plan on having a first dance to a what? Wedding son? How about a father/daughter or mother/daughter dance? Is this disdain for amorous lyrics reserved solely for romantic love or can you not enjoy a song about the love of a friend, parent, child, pet, whatever?
And i personally take offense to you referring to Pink Floyd as nonsense, like there is genius there. They sing about love to. The love for Sid Barrett. Wish You Were Here, the album was pretty much a series of love letters to their former bandmate.
And I am CERTAIN Jethro Tull wrote love songs. Love is a powerful human emotion and that is what inspires great art.
You, however, can totally chose not to listen to them and blast all the anti-establishment or whatever themes of music you like.
I’m not a “music-phile”. I enjoy a few bands I follow fairly religiously. None of whom I would call “crooners”. Have albums with a wide spectrum of inspiration for their music.
Again, while I know you are pretty much just talking about all the sappy heartbreak stuff (ooh btw as to your fat singer philosophy I just thought of one that tramples it! Heart’s “Barracuda” – GREAT song. Fat female artist). Most (ok maybe too strong a word, many) songs at their core are about love of some kind. Love of humanity, family, themselves, nature, etc.
Thinking of my fav’s, most are not love songs in the sense you are speaking of. They are stories or observations of society. They are about the human Condition and human connection. Some are just amazingly constructed.
Sooo, Again, I don’t get it.
I PURPOSEFULLY chose to listen to “empowering music” and and naturally drawn to it for whatever reason. Also philosophical stuff. I do like Pink Floyd delving into the “nature vs nurture” question. The Killers introspection on what is “self” how are what affects who a person becomes, what their values are. Robbie is jus FULL of tongue and cheek. Poking fun at HIMSELF, his flaws, the music industry and his fans for even liking some of the self confessed crap he put out there. The whole snobbery of the music scene – he talks about beating the Coldplay guy.. Forget his name atm at chess. Dude was so embarrassed and shocked, like, wait im the “real” artist here. Robbie is candy music. He ISNT an idiot?
He also got that whole rivalry with oasis and their ego’s being bigger than an elephants cock (prolly didn’t help the lead singer had a kid w Robbie’s ex who has aborted their baby,
Which led to their break up, bc her manager said it wasn’t good for her career at the time to be preggers)
Kkk. I need friends. Lol.
Alright I swear I won’t mention Adele ever again! LOL!
Glad to hear you’ve got broad musical tastes. I look forward to your future post on the music you like. No hard feelings uh?
Why do I hate love songs? Because they’re beta, they suck out your energy. I hate self-pity. Adele gives out this
feeling, a sort of female betaness. When you love, you’re feeling great. And when you’re loved it’s never out of pity. Women love the great man inside not the weakness.
To answer your question, I’m divorced and I’m the father of a 4 year old boy. I never miss the mother just the child.I sometimess miss having a family though I’m determined never to marry again. Marriage is a very bad deal for men.
Haha. I don’t know Adele’s music that well but I dont think she is actually a one spectrum artist. What’s on the radio.. It’s what people wanna hear and people’s love their self pity.
Why you say marriage is a bad deal for men??
Most like pyschological and physical evidence says otherwise.
I mean of course it depends who you are married to
Marriage is worse than a shady deal. Over 50% of chances of failure. Heads I win tails you lose, if you’re a woman. She gets the house, the kids, alimony, half your assers. No questions asked. Even if she’s the culprit.
Lucky men get to live with aharpy with their balls in a jar until death delivers them from their misery.
Being single is so much better. The only point in getting married for a man is to have kids. It’s the only reason we men need women at all.
Ok. whatever you say BB. “She” would sign a pre-nup before getting married if only so “she” does not feel she owes anything to anyone. “She” thinks that marriage should not be gone into lightly. Many do now and they do not want to work on things, they ignore problems, try to cover them up with “stuff” until one cheats and they divorces
“She” feels if BB is so unhappy with the legal system he should stop complaining and do something that works to change that system. You think women in this country would EVER have gotten to vote if not for the suffragists. Friggen women in Russia, South America.. basically every country in the world had the vote before this country – so yah maybe we appreciate that stuff more because we WORKED for it.
“We” still on average make less money doing the same job. Have to take on raising a family AND being a dedicated super employee getting paid less the her male cohorts.
You have your kids right? you still wanna get your dick wet or no? You would be content to sit in your man cave for the rest of eternity with your fantasy football league drinking beer and making crude jokes?
Great! go for it.
Me, I don’t understand why you have made yourself very anonymous. What are you hiding? Maybe you are that douchy lead singer from Maroon 5 with a huge Adele complex.
Dunno. But what I don’t know could fill grand canyon.
Rest assured I´m m neither one of your acquaintances nor Adam Levine from Maroon5 who has a secret crush for you! The good thing about the Internet is being able to comment anonymously. Seriously, who gives a damn about our pityful selves? We might have something interesting to say from time to time with the freedom of anonymity. But pushing our individuality to the front distracts from the issues at hand. However I do always use the same handle: Bruce Banner or BB for short.
Some men are fighting divorce and custody laws. They call themselves Men´s Rights Activists. See here: http://www.the-spearhead.com/ and here: http://www.angryharry.com/
I did join a group advocating joint custody, until I realized i didn´t really agree with them. Joint custody amounts to relinquishing your custodial rights to the state, while default custody for women basically means obliterating the nuclear family.
Moreover I´m a loner. I fight my own fights. And I find myself in dire financial straights as a freshly divorced man.Being penniless rules women out. I cannot game women without a cent as I did 10 years ago (I´m nearly 46 years) I also spend most of my time with my child. Let´s just say I don´t really need a woman now and possibly won´t ever need one in my life ever again.
As for the “women make less work more myth; I won´t flog that dead horse. It´s rubbish.
Lol. Dammit. He may be a dick but Adam Levine is hot! Do I get celebrity sex list? Like if I’m abstaining until I’ve made a meaningful connection with a man to have sex; can I have a “what if celebrity sex list”?
Slam new post topic. It’s gunna be… Oh yes, my celeb sex list is as diverse as my taste in music…
I’m sorry. It sucks what you are going through. I am full aware of how crippling divorce can be financially as well as emotionally. This is why I take it as seriously as I do. This is why I don’t get into LTR’s just for the sake of “not being alone”. This is why I’m still single. I never ever want to have to go through that, put someone else or my children through that.
No, I’m not saying if when I get married if we find we are really terribly unhappy and can never be happy together, that I won’t consider divorce, however, I’m not one of those…. Well…. If it doesn’t work out then… No, it’s gunna work out if I’m putting my heart, my life on the line.
That is the whole dilemma. What if I never feel that way with someone, or what if my “window” closes before I do? I can make sacrifices and give myself to someone but I had assumed I would well like the guy. For me settling is not about how much money or how attractive someone is but about how strong my feelings are for him. Corny but I’m stealing it from Sex and the City line, do I “settle for anything less than butterflies”?
Settling for butterflies is the very definition of hypergamy. It´s a recipe for disaster. It might be too late for you, but read this:http://dannyfrom504.wordpress.com/detinennui32s-advice/
It´s the very best advice I have ever read, From Deti, one of the best Manosphere commenters out there.
Make sure to read both the advice for women and men.
Have you considered becoming a Manosphere groupie? LOL! Stick around those blogs, they´re dripping testosterone!
Wait, why is settling for butterflies hypergamy.
I am at a precipice. Where I will go, which road I will take, where that road will take me…. Those are all things I’m trying to work through now
It’s hypergamy because you’d be following your vagina tingles. Your craving for alpha.
What if what I’m following is when my heart tingles. Last I heard the expression the butterflies were not in genitalia!
What should I be following. You say marriages based on rational thought where your heart isn’t in it are doomed to fail. Then you bash following your heart.
Actually, FIRST you bash the entire institution of marriage so why should I expect you to have a positive reaction to any form of choosing a mate?
You also said that marriage is only for having kids. Well, hello, that’s what the whole issue is about turning 30. That I can’t stop the clock. That implies that I value having a family. Put it all together that means marrying for reasons you agree with.
Soo, yea.
I said use your brains to find a huband. The heart and the ‘gina give poor advice. That’s why matchmaking used to be a community service run by old women.
Marriage is a great deal for women. No longer so for men but the only legal venue left to have kids. Women can always raise bastards and call themselves single moms.