Master Dating Thread

[Mr Bread]

I have no idea Bread, just reporting the news as it comes in. This is a fluid situation.

Thanks for sharing.  I find it fascinating. 

[420seriouscat69]

How's your filly situation, Mr. Bread?

[Mr Bread]

How's your filly situation, Mr. Bread?

Married.  Had a great run, but it was time. 

[420seriouscat69]

How's your filly situation, Mr. Bread?

Married.  Had a great run, but it was time.

'Grats! Do you ever miss being single? Just taking notes for myself later.

[Mr Bread]

How's your filly situation, Mr. Bread?

Married.  Had a great run, but it was time.

'Grats! Do you ever miss being single? Just taking notes for myself later.

No.  I think it has a lot to do with how much you got done prior to marriage and how you feel about it looking back.  I have zero "man I wish I had lived more back then" type feelings.  In fact, I sometimes look back and think I'm really lucky things didn't go south for me.  I really slutted it up for a long time there and wasn't always captain condom user.  The partying got out of hand too, not only owing to frequency but for a significant stretch it wasn't limited to just alcohol.  The social circle was comprised mainly of rich Chicago/suburban kids who loved to throw around their parents' money usually in the form of controlled substances.  I didn't come from that background and I was very different from them in ways they found interesting or at least amusing, which I took full advantage of.  It landed me in one of the best fraternities without being hazed and then got me my pick of the best bar jobs and then constant access to elite sorority fillies who gave it up more often than not at the drop of a hat.  Everytime you opened one of those doors you had access to an even better door.  I guess you could say there was like a social underground at Illinois (probably like that most places) that took checking a number of different boxes to gain admittance to, but once you were in it was amazing what was going on.  Plenty of random fights and property damage came with it too of course.  There were a number of those where I should have gotten my ass beaten horribly or arrested or both, but (almost) always managed to luck my way through it happening.  It had a Groundhog Day quality to it.  Like surely this time was too far, but then it wouldn't be.  At the end I was just over it all.  It became boring, unfulfilling.  Every night started to seem like the same night.  I have no regrets, but I sure as hell don't want to go back to it. 

[420seriouscat69]

Wow! Thanks for sharing and becoming an awesome human being.

[EuroCat]

How's your filly situation, Mr. Bread?

Married.  Had a great run, but it was time.

'Grats! Do you ever miss being single? Just taking notes for myself later.

No.  I think it has a lot to do with how much you got done prior to marriage and how you feel about it looking back.  I have zero "man I wish I had lived more back then" type feelings.  In fact, I sometimes look back and think I'm really lucky things didn't go south for me.  I really slutted it up for a long time there and wasn't always captain condom user.  The partying got out of hand too, not only owing to frequency but for a significant stretch it wasn't limited to just alcohol.  The social circle was comprised mainly of rich Chicago/suburban kids who loved to throw around their parents' money usually in the form of controlled substances.  I didn't come from that background and I was very different from them in ways they found interesting or at least amusing, which I took full advantage of.  It landed me in one of the best fraternities without being hazed and then got me my pick of the best bar jobs and then constant access to elite sorority fillies who gave it up more often than not at the drop of a hat.  Everytime you opened one of those doors you had access to an even better door.  I guess you could say there was like a social underground at Illinois (probably like that most places) that took checking a number of different boxes to gain admittance to, but once you were in it was amazing what was going on.  Plenty of random fights and property damage came with it too of course.  There were a number of those where I should have gotten my ass beaten horribly or arrested or both, but (almost) always managed to luck my way through it happening.  It had a Groundhog Day quality to it.  Like surely this time was too far, but then it wouldn't be.  At the end I was just over it all.  It became boring, unfulfilling.  Every night started to seem like the same night.  I have no regrets, but I sure as hell don't want to go back to it.

Awesome. I definitely can understand that. People who get married without getting this stuff "out of their system" are bound to run into trouble down the road.

[mocat]

How's your filly situation, Mr. Bread?

Married.  Had a great run, but it was time.

'Grats! Do you ever miss being single? Just taking notes for myself later.

No.  I think it has a lot to do with how much you got done prior to marriage and how you feel about it looking back.  I have zero "man I wish I had lived more back then" type feelings.  In fact, I sometimes look back and think I'm really lucky things didn't go south for me.  I really slutted it up for a long time there and wasn't always captain condom user.  The partying got out of hand too, not only owing to frequency but for a significant stretch it wasn't limited to just alcohol.  The social circle was comprised mainly of rich Chicago/suburban kids who loved to throw around their parents' money usually in the form of controlled substances.  I didn't come from that background and I was very different from them in ways they found interesting or at least amusing, which I took full advantage of.  It landed me in one of the best fraternities without being hazed and then got me my pick of the best bar jobs and then constant access to elite sorority fillies who gave it up more often than not at the drop of a hat.  Everytime you opened one of those doors you had access to an even better door.  I guess you could say there was like a social underground at Illinois (probably like that most places) that took checking a number of different boxes to gain admittance to, but once you were in it was amazing what was going on.  Plenty of random fights and property damage came with it too of course.  There were a number of those where I should have gotten my ass beaten horribly or arrested or both, but (almost) always managed to luck my way through it happening.  It had a Groundhog Day quality to it.  Like surely this time was too far, but then it wouldn't be.  At the end I was just over it all.  It became boring, unfulfilling.  Every night started to seem like the same night.  I have no regrets, but I sure as hell don't want to go back to it.

Did you wear wraparound Oakleys or what?

[Gooch]

34 is pretty old.

eff you

[EuroCat]

How's your filly situation, Mr. Bread?

Married.  Had a great run, but it was time.

'Grats! Do you ever miss being single? Just taking notes for myself later.

No.  I think it has a lot to do with how much you got done prior to marriage and how you feel about it looking back.  I have zero "man I wish I had lived more back then" type feelings.  In fact, I sometimes look back and think I'm really lucky things didn't go south for me.  I really slutted it up for a long time there and wasn't always captain condom user.  The partying got out of hand too, not only owing to frequency but for a significant stretch it wasn't limited to just alcohol.  The social circle was comprised mainly of rich Chicago/suburban kids who loved to throw around their parents' money usually in the form of controlled substances.  I didn't come from that background and I was very different from them in ways they found interesting or at least amusing, which I took full advantage of.  It landed me in one of the best fraternities without being hazed and then got me my pick of the best bar jobs and then constant access to elite sorority fillies who gave it up more often than not at the drop of a hat.  Everytime you opened one of those doors you had access to an even better door.  I guess you could say there was like a social underground at Illinois (probably like that most places) that took checking a number of different boxes to gain admittance to, but once you were in it was amazing what was going on.  Plenty of random fights and property damage came with it too of course.  There were a number of those where I should have gotten my ass beaten horribly or arrested or both, but (almost) always managed to luck my way through it happening.  It had a Groundhog Day quality to it.  Like surely this time was too far, but then it wouldn't be.  At the end I was just over it all.  It became boring, unfulfilling.  Every night started to seem like the same night.  I have no regrets, but I sure as hell don't want to go back to it.

Did you wear wraparound Oakleys or what?

Prolly those Oakley thump thingys

[XocolateThundarr]

34 is pretty old.

eff you

I second this Gooch.

[The Tonya Harding of Twitter Users Creep]

Mrs. Gooch is awfully quiet...

[Mr Bread]

How's your filly situation, Mr. Bread?

Married.  Had a great run, but it was time.

'Grats! Do you ever miss being single? Just taking notes for myself later.

No.  I think it has a lot to do with how much you got done prior to marriage and how you feel about it looking back.  I have zero "man I wish I had lived more back then" type feelings.  In fact, I sometimes look back and think I'm really lucky things didn't go south for me.  I really slutted it up for a long time there and wasn't always captain condom user.  The partying got out of hand too, not only owing to frequency but for a significant stretch it wasn't limited to just alcohol.  The social circle was comprised mainly of rich Chicago/suburban kids who loved to throw around their parents' money usually in the form of controlled substances.  I didn't come from that background and I was very different from them in ways they found interesting or at least amusing, which I took full advantage of.  It landed me in one of the best fraternities without being hazed and then got me my pick of the best bar jobs and then constant access to elite sorority fillies who gave it up more often than not at the drop of a hat.  Everytime you opened one of those doors you had access to an even better door.  I guess you could say there was like a social underground at Illinois (probably like that most places) that took checking a number of different boxes to gain admittance to, but once you were in it was amazing what was going on.  Plenty of random fights and property damage came with it too of course.  There were a number of those where I should have gotten my ass beaten horribly or arrested or both, but (almost) always managed to luck my way through it happening.  It had a Groundhog Day quality to it.  Like surely this time was too far, but then it wouldn't be.  At the end I was just over it all.  It became boring, unfulfilling.  Every night started to seem like the same night.  I have no regrets, but I sure as hell don't want to go back to it.

Did you wear wraparound Oakleys or what?

I have penises for hands and a hand for a penis.

[star seed 7]

34 is pretty old.

eff you

i mean relative to dating age woman.  i've always preferred women younger than me though, so 34 sounds ancient.

[Mr Bread]

34 is pretty old.

eff you

i mean relative to dating age woman.  i've always preferred women younger than me though, so 34 sounds ancient.

How old are you?

[star seed 7]

31 in  few days 

[The Tonya Harding of Twitter Users Creep]

31 in  few days 

Oh GMAFB 34 is well into your dating age range

[star seed 7]

31 in  few days 

Oh GMAFB 34 is well into your dating age range

i agree.  sounds old though.

[hurtsogood]

My debut in the dating thread.  Hope I don't eff this up.

I went on a date with a filly last night (so far so good, right?).  I initially asked her to go ice skating and then to dinner, and she was all like, "I don't like ice skating, but dinner would be nice."

I didn't think anything of it.  Then, as dinner is winding to a close, I ask if she wants to go get a drink and maybe play some shuffleboard or pool (just trying to keep the date going).  She says, "I don't like pool, and I'm not sure I want to go to a bar on Monday."  So I just took her home, and she jumped out of the car before I even had it in park.  The date went for exactly an hour.  It took me longer to iron my freaking shirt.

I figured she just wasn't that into me and was ready to move on, but now she has texted like a dozen times and wants to go out again.  She's even planning the date.  What the eff?

Also, unrelated side note: I was in Phoenix for spring training over the weekend and was approached by a couple of swingers that wanted me to sex up the wife.  Crazy couple days for me.

['taterblast]

but now she has texted like a dozen times and wants to go out again.  She's even planning the date. 

yeah didn't see this coming. maybe you dissected how she was acting too much.

[CNS]

She obvs had diarrhea.

Also, you should have sexed up that wife.

Tell that diarrhea chick to F off.  Doesn't sound like she likes fun stuff.  Sounds like a fun hater, actually.

['taterblast]

diarrhea. that's it. not even kidding really.

[hurtsogood]

Doesn't sound like she likes fun stuff.  Sounds like a fun hater, actually.

This is my worst nightmare.  I'd prefer diarrhea to this.  I think I'll probably go out with her on the date she is planning and give her a chance to redeem herself. 

[shivvyman]

My debut in the dating thread.  Hope I don't eff this up.

I went on a date with a filly last night (so far so good, right?).  I initially asked her to go ice skating and then to dinner, and she was all like, "I don't like ice skating, but dinner would be nice."

I didn't think anything of it.  Then, as dinner is winding to a close, I ask if she wants to go get a drink and maybe play some shuffleboard or pool (just trying to keep the date going).  She says, "I don't like pool, and I'm not sure I want to go to a bar on Monday."  So I just took her home, and she jumped out of the car before I even had it in park.  The date went for exactly an hour.  It took me longer to iron my freaking shirt.

I figured she just wasn't that into me and was ready to move on, but now she has texted like a dozen times and wants to go out again.  She's even planning the date.  What the eff?

Also, unrelated side note: I was in Phoenix for spring training over the weekend and was approached by a couple of swingers that wanted me to sex up the wife.  Crazy couple days for me.

Perhaps she just didn't want to appear overly eager on the first date. Not sure if you are exagerating the number a 'dozen' times. If she has texted a couple of times and is interested in seeing you again, this sounds about right.

Out of curiousity, how old is she?

[hurtsogood]

My debut in the dating thread.  Hope I don't eff this up.

I went on a date with a filly last night (so far so good, right?).  I initially asked her to go ice skating and then to dinner, and she was all like, "I don't like ice skating, but dinner would be nice."

I didn't think anything of it.  Then, as dinner is winding to a close, I ask if she wants to go get a drink and maybe play some shuffleboard or pool (just trying to keep the date going).  She says, "I don't like pool, and I'm not sure I want to go to a bar on Monday."  So I just took her home, and she jumped out of the car before I even had it in park.  The date went for exactly an hour.  It took me longer to iron my freaking shirt.

I figured she just wasn't that into me and was ready to move on, but now she has texted like a dozen times and wants to go out again.  She's even planning the date.  What the eff?

Also, unrelated side note: I was in Phoenix for spring training over the weekend and was approached by a couple of swingers that wanted me to sex up the wife.  Crazy couple days for me.

Perhaps she just didn't want to appear overly eager on the first date. Not sure if you are exagerating the number a 'dozen' times. If she has texted a couple of times and is interested in seeing you again, this sounds about right.

Out of curiousity, how old is she?

It's definitely more than a couple texts.  She is a recent college grad.  Around 22 or 23.