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Prostitution should be perfectly legal, but regulated. 1) Proper health and sanitary checks, frequent and high standards need to be met 2) Paper trail. No need for anything more than a credit card. No cash acceptable. 3) Age limits for both workers and customers. These will be guidelined by local age of consent. 4) No recording.

He died doing what he loved. Sort of.

correct. Nothing creepy about talking to girls you dont know. Just talk to them like they're people. Because they are. If you feel like you really dont want to pursue her - then don't. (is "bleep" the derogatory version of prostitute? I missed the censor evasion, and now I'm confused. Also why is an obviously more mature topic being censored on labels? Makes it hard to brood philosophically on the meaning of words. I presume TTanT's tumblr reference is all the anti-shaming capaigns. Or maybe I'm completely off...) YEAH TRIPSIS

Acne cleared up and my facial hair now has color. Real time change is only like 3 or 4 years.

Could you delete my previously archived pictures and place this under "A"?

I don't pretend to be any different on the internet, though I may portray myself with a different flavor. I'm not gonna give you a whole life history but I basically only put the more interesting things on the internet. I don't usually feel the need to update you guys with those days where I play Battlefield 3 for 18 hours straight and watch TV until I pass out ~8 hours later. I dunno, you see a geek when you look at my face? An ex-runescaper? A psych major looking for answers on why society works the way it does? An occasional poet? A wannabe frat boy? State Champion soccer player? Cause I'm all of these things. We never stop being who we are; we only progress.

Well before I send them things like that, I'm almost positive that they're going to quit responding. And that just makes it even more amusing to me. :lol: For better or for worse, this image more or less summarizes my attitude while dating: [spoiler=Language] It's very hit-or-miss. Makes me happy either way. :) Your style of flirting seems to be catered to a "one size fits all" menatlity. You have to remember to consider most girls that online-date are shy and reserved in some sense or another. Such personality traits aren't often associated with people who encounter much dry/sarcastic humor in a flirting context and thus perceive you as either A) threatening or B) creepy (which after thinking about that sentence for a second aren't super different). I think it was you that had a theory on fear yielding attraction? But stalker fear isn't going to sweep the ladies off their feet like a bonafide bad boy. As far as Noxx's situation goes Muggiw, do you ever find yourself conflicted in your rationality? I've encountered scenarios such as Noxx's current dilemna (sick of lying by omission, wasn't really happy with keep up an act) but whenever I think about it rationally, I logically see why people act the way they do, react the way they do and why they feel they do. But I somehow can't seem to derive happiness from such a "shallow" "relationship". Sure sex is a goal, intimacy is a goal, and chemistry is enjoyable. The more I type the more logic I see and I already feel I'm deriving the answer as "jealousy is obsolete, throw care to the wind to be free and happy" and yet the only way I ever manage to not get jealous is to not put any emotional investment in at all. So I suppose I just answered myself: Learn to be happy with out being emotionally engaged. Easier said than done I suppose. [hide=This is how my brain works: unfiltered]But there was a period in time when I was in the FWB stage with my ex and she was still regularly banging the guy she cheated on me with. I managed to some how live with that, so I suppose finding away around my emotional block to someone else shouldn't be that hard. I told her to never talk about him, and while it worked it left me in a weird predicament where anyone that brings him up ever ignites a little flame in my eyes, it's not as bad as it was. I was with his ex girlfriend last night and she was talking about him, and while I wanted to flat reject the conversation, I decided that it's about time I stop running from the emotional stab I get from his name and just let the conversation play out. I still kind of make that face that the kids at Hogwarts make when mentioning Voldemort, but it doesn't seem like as big a deal anymore. Not by any means. The context helps of course. I think what angers me most is when people speak of him with a smile on their face, knowing perfectly well the chaos he caused in so many people's lives (far from just my own, but he was arrested multiple times, admitted to a few psych wards, got expelled from a few schools and yada yada). But what I think really puts nails in my coffin about my situation with him was that I was actually really good friends with him before he started talking to my (at the time) girlfriend. I thought it was nice of him to pop up again (he had recently been allowed back in with his grandparents after being ejected from our town) and start catching up with me. Truly he just used me as an in to my girlfriend, but y'know. Not the point I'm making here. I'm trying to say I think I'm making some emotional progress about everything that's happened to me with my ex. I hate talking about her with my friends. I hate when people bring her up before me. I hate hearing my friend's name. And I REALLY hate the one story everyone in our town tells about how he was hospitalized for taking a hot sauce bath (which, in all fairness is hilarious the first time you hear it). But everything generally has been stinging less recently. I don't get flustered over anything anymore like I used to. I still get a flutter of rage and anxiety here and there pending context of certain conversations, but not even closed to how violent I used to feel. Maybe I can attribute it to my developing understanding of human behavior in relationships, to which I most highly credit this thread. Muggiwhplar gets a big shout out here, and so does the lovely IgoddessI and GingerWarrior. realistically I've come to the conclusion that hot girls bang mad dudes. I'm older now. I'm meeting new people. People that have met people. People that have been on their 3rd 4th or 15th major relationship. I can't have any expectation as to what scenario I'm about to walk into with a girl's sexual history. And thus I've detached value from sexual "deviancy" as some may call it. I don't assume anything, but I reserve 0 and I do mean 0 judgments on any girl's record on who she's slept with when and how many times. I prefer not to know, but if it's ever spelled out to me (which I do receive this info a lot, as a psych major it comes up often) I no longer care what the answer is. The problem is, there is still an association of virginity. I still can't sleep with a virgin. I won't. I can't. That and I still give a shit when my ex sleeps with someone knew. Which I don't even like feeling let alone admitting. I can't help but feel anger, and worse yet - anger at her for "stooping to their level". And I don't know why I feel like that everytime she hooks up with someone. Perhaps because I just valued her so highly I put everyone beneath her standards. But that's a whole different issue. I think I'm done rambling now for a bit. [/hide] I like your rejection of social acceptability in favor of personal satisfaction. I admire it.

Make sure your buddy has no feelings attatched and you're clear for take off Noxx. Girl sounds like she's living the epitome of Muggiw's lifestyle but in female form. (hot girl going to flight school sounds about as easy as a straight guy in a fashion university), Have fun dude.

One of my good friends shattered his kneecap into three distinct places in high school dodge-ball. We used to go HAM. I don't recall many fat kids in my graduating class of ~280. I'd say maybe 10% of the highschool's entirety my senior year could be classified as fat. Most of us are skinny white folk round these parts of para-Philly. Kids these days simply aren't as active as kids used to be. We all used to eat like animals as kids, but I'll bet a lot of us played in parks, played in community league sports, and rang the doorbell on the neighbor's house to see who could come out and play. Hell riding a bike around town all day wasn't just exorcise it was a friendly adventure! These kids are missing out, and they don't even know it. The result is fatness. Last night I had a work party, set up a pong tournament, yelled at some kids raiding the bar, and then the cops came after some dude started wailing on his wife. Most of it's just a blur, if any more interesting stories pop up on my newsfeed I'll be sure to relay it haha. Going to visit a friend in college today with a couple of my coworkers. Shall be fun.

I'm don't like blaming the internet for degrading social skills, but I can't help but find truth in the sentiment.

Your double post/quote answered your own question. Avoided getting weirdly emotional about the whole thing though, so I think you're logic inducing debates are finally sinking in. You would HATE her if you ever met her given your stance on such emotional derivative behavior haha.

ex moved out of her boyfriends house to go live in a dorm. sexted some dude like 3 weeks into the semester. I suppose it's really not "some dude". It's a guy from the next town over from me thats notorious for picking up girls online with precise skill and success. Somehow I got caught up in it. Put my logic hat on and got out of it. I get the weirdest thrill from bullcrap drama though. it's like heroin to me.

I didn't realize OT had so many doctors.

Tim you gotta figure out whats worth getting emotional over and what isn't, and what you can do to stabalize your life. Your boyfriend isn't treating you fairly? Talk to him about it, if he's truly unreasonable is it really worse than the option of moving out and starting completely new? Decide which is more livable for the short term. Continue job hunting and the like. I know where you're coming from with the spending thing. My best friend struggles with cash all the time (and his parents are dirt poor to boot) but he somehow manages to pay for $200 glasses and $400 speaker systems and bluray DVDs when they come out. It sounds like your boyfriend has a sharing issue and may not understand what your position feels like. Given that his mom cares for you so much, its very possible he's had a fairly entitled upbringing. You're stressed, that's normal and acceptable. Explain to him why your stressed and what he can do to help. Maybe make him understand how much you really do for him, and then LISTEN when he explains what else he wants. He's calling you soft and whatnot because he either expects more (like his mom likely did) or because he's trying to motivate you (which you have to expain is having the opposite effect). Take a step back from the fighting and really listen to what the problem is between him and his spending/possession values. Meanwhile, you gotta calm down a bit and realize the stress is only temporary and you're still working your way out of the woods from your home life. And don't consider yourself a sex toy. Just last year you were complaining about the lack of sex you were having. Let it be your stress relief. Enjoy it. Feel it. Live it. If you're the one that's actually dissatisfied in bed, then you got a whole 'nother issue.

I met a kid on the train who claimed to be facebook famous and started spitting names at me of other people who are commonly known to call themselves facebook famous from the Jersey area. I recognized a name or two. Added on facebook for shits and giggles. He has 200 more friends than me. I'm either facebook famous, or he's a bit of a poser. But he did approach me on a train that runs through 2 of the worst towns in the country and talk to me like a normal human being, so he gets points for that. Rather eventless day other than that.

For some reason I've noticed male descendants are like 70% their father and 30% their mother where females are like 85% mother and 15% father. Generally speaking, clearly this won't always be true. But there's hope for you yet!

I'm not gonna lie, I'm not that good of a driver. I can barely shift at all. I feel roads are structured differently in europe too. I picture european traffic to have more freeways and less start-stop crap in suburbia. Might also be because back when cars first started coming around the age was much younger so that laborers would have access to them eariler, thus a simplified machine was designed. Besides, who has time to shift gears when you're texting/applying make up/eating berakfast/making coffee/switching CD tracks/adjusting your mirrors/insistantly honking on your morning commute?

Did you consider that perhaps there are other reasons for that? Weakened immune response, less awareness of safe sex practices, more likely to self-report/symptoms more recognisable to HCPs, higher risk of sexual abuse vs elderly? Since you didn't leave a link to whatever told you this, none of us can very well check for ourselves, can we? I'm not saying old people "don't do sex". Quite the opposite, I said all people with very few exceptions possess a need to express sexuality. I just said it becomes less important to their lives. Look... I'll leave this in a very subtle way: A lot of the people I work with are single through natural causes, and if you think it's sex that they miss most about their SOs, I'd say you're well wide of the mark. I watched a documentary on this. The consensus was "I'm old and I'm going to die. There's no risk of pregnancy so I might as well feel everything right?" Implying condoms hold no meaning past a certain age. I have always enjoyed meeting the parents of the girls I'm hooking up with. Looking to their mom is a fairly good indicator of how they'll look when they are that age. Some features are subject to change, but I'd say 9/10 times girls end up looking like their mom. My ex had a picture of her as a baby next to her mom (~45 years older than her) as a baby and you can't tell the difference minus the quality of the shot. It was easy to see what she'd look like in ~45 years. Try it with your next girlfriends. Always meet the parents. Similarly when I was younger (like 13) I'd look at the older sister's of the girls I was attracted to to see what they'd look like in a few years. Genetics never fails! :thumbsup:

Why would you take your drivers test in a manuel? Compact car, automatic shifting. You deserve to fail if you can't pass the test in a Compact automatic. My test was literally a K turn followed by a parallel park, then I drove in a doughnut. Then I passed. Easy peasy.

Right. Gotta figure out my goals. Meeting new people and graduating on time are fairly passive goals. Trying to get a raise soon, but again, not really a big picture goal. I'll take a gander at that article you linked methinks.

Currently drinking an ice cold beer that's been chilling in my winter-bound car for a week. Excellent little mobile fridge that thing becomes. Which is about all it's good for, because it's dead in the water at my work right now. Tried jumping it, but it's been giving me crap all month. I'm pronouncing it officially dead. Even though it likely only needs a new battery, starter, and ignition. ~$200. I'd almost rather just buy a new car though. I have the money to do so, and I'm so tired of my car's BS. Tiberius has seen better days. In other news, it's 530am, and I just got home from work. Nothing like a 16 hour saturday to put you in the mood to discover your car is dead in the middle of winter. At least I have beer.

The hell does that mean, Tim? Or should I wait for the typed version later? I am currently not masturbating. Because I'm drinking a beer. It's pretty much one or the other. And perhaps you have a point muggiw, I do inadvertently "value" drama. I don't mean to, but I'm very attracted to it.

It's not monetary quantity, it's about longevity of employment.

I could be misinterpreting your post, but to be honest I have no clue why you're suggesting to Noxx that you can rekindle a "dead" relationship with an ex. You're the perfect counterexample to the point you seem to be trying to make. The objective reality of the matter is, if you date a girl and then you break up and get needy, she's not going to be attracted to you like she once was. The only type of man that will turn a woman on forever is the man that remains confident and non-needy forever. As I've said before, monogamy prevents men from remaining confident and non-needy forever. Therefore, if you want a woman to remain attracted to you forever, poly's the only option. Both of you insist upon monogamy; both of you therefore will be unable to keep your "special someones" attracted to you forever. Will they "love" you forever? It's possible. But will they remain attracted/horny for you forever? Absolutely not. Such is the nature of the beast. I am the counterexample, surely. But unlike physics and math, relationships don't always yield the same result after numerous repetitions. Remember that relationships are based on feelings and emotions, which are the furthest thing from concrete and stable. Especially when it's two people involved and not just one. One person is unstable, Two people are exponentially more-so chaotic in their entwined state. While there is no guarentee that everything will be honkey-dorey -> THAT is what makes it exciting. Sure 50% of parachutes failing is a scary statistic, but I think that 50% of relationships succeeding/failing is a reasonable statistic that employs an equal opportunity for both parties and genders to make equal mistakes. Emotions change and shift, that is the point you made, but you choose to focus this fact in a light that portrays a girl (and likely a boy, though that's never your example) losing interest in their parntner over time. This can absolutely happen. In fact, I'd say it happens 50% of the time. But that makes for an equal likelyhood of being happy, does it not? To be truly symbiotic with someone means that you grow with them and become in tune with them. I imagine you've never had a connection with a female on the same "level" (for lack of better terminology) as Noxx has. So yes, my point is you can rekindle a "dead" relationship. Truly, with enough effort anyone could really. The question is if it's worth the effort or not, and that's up for the involved party to decide, no outside force or party could ever have the same insight on the situation as a whole.

I think we as humans have the amazing ability to make false things true. If you believe something hard enough, it actually becomes true in your own mind. But what makes humans special is that we have the ability to convince other people that our own personal delusions and skewed views are actually true. We have the capacity to advertise, propagate and influence the minds of others, to make any statement or falsehood a bonofide fact. We have the ability to sympathize and empathize our emotions, projecting messages to other people in a very hive-mind like fashion that evolved into our social stigmas, our behavior, and our feelings. That being said, Muggiwhplar, I believe your belief of love being boring is in fact making you believe it's boring. Just in the same motivational train we put ourselves in to diffuse awkward encounters (It's only as awkward as you make it). Think of it this way: Love is exciting. Love is not boring. Love is exciting. It's different for every person, and while you are perfectly entitled to your own conjectures and opinions on it, you are projecting a certain quantity of negative energy over the concept of love and traditional relationships. If you were to change your outlook in the same way you beg us to attempt (to combat those pesky social norms that everyone here can agree are mostly balogna) to do, you would just as easily find yourself believing love is exciting. I know you've meditated and thought it all out, and I'm not asking for you to spell out every step you took to reach your conclusion, I just think it's interesting that having had what I assume to be a similar frequency of self-reflection, we both deducted such different conclusions. Well I got to about here and I thought: Noxx, you remind me of myself in your current predicament, and I'm not just saying that because you're talking to your ex, I'm saying that because I know exactly how that conversation you had with her goes. Familiarity is not something that should be taken for granted. And I'll never argue anyone that states "The first is the best". I've heard wise words on this thread, words that stuck with me for something close to 6 years now. "If there ever was an attraction, there can and likely will be again". While these words doomed me to chase after my ex many...many times, I have to say it worked successfully. Especially in the case of such a strongly backed first "actual" relationship. Few are blessed with such a connection with someone for their first time. I have no regrets for anything regarding anything to do with any one, or the conglomeration of all of my relationships with my ex. Let's be fair, just because you "break up" with someone doesn't mean the "relationship" is over. A relationship is a connection, a tie of memory you share with someone for ever. I suppose a relationship ends when you stop talking to a person for one reason or another, but the connection can only ever grow stronger between two people. I know as well as you should that you're the type of guy that can always pick up the phone and with confidence call your ex and have something to talk about, and no matter what it is it'll deviate into something emotional. I do the same thing. Also why I try not to talk to her very often. There doesn't have to be anything wrong with it. I guess what I'm getting at is, you never really lost your ex. You just...I don't have a good analogy for it. But hell, I know you can get back together with her at any given moment. Maybe it won't be instantly, but with the connection you have with her, it will never not be possible. Your bond is far too strong. I live with a similar blessing/curse. I choose to handle it differently, so I conclude with this: You know the worst case scenario, and you know the best. Choose to do whatever will make you the happiest. Oh! and you're not a mess. You're just experiencing self-discovery.