The Dating Thread

[Jorge]

Do you know anyone getting married soon? Ask her to come as your +1. That's a safe move because it nudges things in a couples-y direction while also still being a thing that friends can go to together. The way you treat and regard each other in that kinda setting, I dunno, it has a way of clarifying things.

Or, I know it's easier said than done, but you could also just ask her. If she's in her 30s she's likely mature enough to appreciate upfrontness and clarity, and also believe you when you tell her you value her friendship if she turns you down.

You didn't ask for advice but that's would I'd do

[The Argonaut]

She is 19

[daft twat]

She is 19

Whoa! Argonaut Keidis.

[The Argonaut]

She is 30! She is 30!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

She is 19

Oh man that would have been awesome

[The Argonaut]

Going to a strawberry festival at a strawberry orchard tomorrow but it is not a date so quit hassling me

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

I like the friendzone. It's what I want, in fact

[96583UP]

always remember

if it’s anal-only, it’s not a relationship

[The Argonaut]

I'm just bumping the dating thread because I know it's what the people want. I'm doing my part to make the board great, give you something to chat about

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Praying for your love life

[BurtReynolds]

The media won't tell you this but the friendzone is a great place to get laid.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Let’s be friends, Burt

[spike]

The media won't tell you this but the friendzone is a great place to get laid.

warm, yet distant

[BurtReynolds]

It may take months, years or even decades, but eventually they will think "hmmm maybe he's worth a try".

Don't give up.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Too late

[BurtReynolds]

You gotta keep hustling. Most friendzoned dudes give up right before she's ready to bang.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I have no friends.

[The Argonaut]

I am capable of being friends with a lady without hopingit means I get to someday bang them, Burt. That's an odd thing to do. Very Gen X