Good to be back!
At last count: 800 lps. 1200 cds. 47 boxed sets (both lp and cd). 29 cassette tapes.
All killer no filler. Prices range from $5 all the way through to $2000 for a single item.
Yes. I am a nerd.
Oh and I have about 200 7" vinyls. Which I didn’t include. I have both the first Nirvana 7" and the first Misfits 7". Both in excellent condition, both of which go for a fortune.
Stopped counting at 2.5K.
I tried internet dating recently and had a massive total of three hits in a seven month period. Those three hits led to one date - and the girl turned out to be a bitch who “didn’t like the look of me” and left the restaurant before dessert was even served.
So much for personality being important.
Fuck internet dating. The only girls I have ever met on internet dating sites turned out to be stuck up, self righteous bitches who only cared about looks and what type of car a guy drives. Utter prats. I had one date that literally lasted 45 minutes. The bitch asked me 20 or 30 questions over dinner, as if we were in a job interview, then when she was finished doing that, she collected her things, said “I doubt this is going to end anywhere good” and left the restaurant. With me sitting there like an idiot only half finished with my seafood basket and all.
My best buddy, who is kind of an awkward, shy skinny type of a fellow (best friend I’ve ever had or anyone could ever wish for though) went on an internet blind date last month. The bitch turned up at his front door, looked him up and looked him down then flatly stated “Gee…you could have at least warned me about yourself” and then left in a huff. What a cunt.
The bitch turned up at his front door, looked him up and looked him down then flatly stated “Gee…you could have at least warned me about yourself” and then left in a huff. What a cunt.
Such a shock that a woman like that would be single
[reply]The bitch turned up at his front door, looked him up and looked him down then flatly stated “Gee…you could have at least warned me about yourself” and then left in a huff. What a cunt.
Such a shock that a woman like that would be single[/reply]
I think it’s hardwired in all of us to be attracted to good looking people. The thing is, some people don’t evolve, or don’t vary their tastes to look for other attributes - if that makes sense.
[reply][reply]The bitch turned up at his front door, looked him up and looked him down then flatly stated “Gee…you could have at least warned me about yourself” and then left in a huff. What a cunt.
Such a shock that a woman like that would be single[/reply]
I think it’s hardwired in all of us to be attracted to good looking people. The thing is, some people don’t evolve, or don’t vary their tastes to look for other attributes - if that makes sense.[/reply]
I agree, but a little tact goes a long way and just because someones looks you think are beneath you doesn’t mean you have license to be rude about it.
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grmpysmrf
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That fucking rules! You should get together with Olsen. The two of you could compare collections for hours! <makes snide, cryptic reference to size of record collection being inversely proportionate to size of manhood>
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Being a completest is not easy on the wallet…I’ve cut way back in recent years though…
The snide,cryptic references would probably be apt in my case…[:)][shocked]
[reply][reply][reply]The bitch turned up at his front door, looked him up and looked him down then flatly stated “Gee…you could have at least warned me about yourself” and then left in a huff. What a cunt.
Such a shock that a woman like that would be single[/reply]
I think it’s hardwired in all of us to be attracted to good looking people. The thing is, some people don’t evolve, or don’t vary their tastes to look for other attributes - if that makes sense.[/reply]
I agree, but a little tact goes a long way and just because someones looks you think are beneath you doesn’t mean you have license to be rude about it.
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grmpysmrf[/reply]
Exactly! You agreed to meet a dude to spend a couple hours with. Dinner . . . maybe a movie or a walk down a sidewalk. There’s no contract to marry each other, sleep with each other, or even like each other. But you can at least try to act like a person with a soul for a short while and not be a complete ass. When it’s done, you can shake hands, thank each other for the chance to meet . . . and never talk again.
It’s one thing to decide you don’t want to pursue something any further. It’s another to reject someone on the spot without even taking a first chance. But it’s just plain shallow evilness when someone not only callously shuts the door in someone’s face but makes a vicious decision to be blatantly cruel about it.
Screw them. Those types of bitches typically end up being punched by juicehead gorillas anyway. And by 36 they’re living in a trailer with their pothead teenage kids and ready to whore themselves out to their meth-lab neighbor for some Top Ramen.
It’s one thing to decide you don’t want to pursue something any further. It’s another to reject someone on the spot without even taking a first chance. But it’s just plain shallow evilness when someone not only callously shuts the door in someone’s face but makes a vicious decision to be blatantly cruel about it.
That’s right. And the guy I was referring to, couldn’t be any nicer. Would do anything for anyone and would make the right girl very happy. Trouble is he’s, well, lacking so to speak in the looks department and is still single at 32. He finds it difficult to connect with a woman because of the first impression he makes on them. He finds dating a nerve wracking experience. And this latest bitch has made things about ten times harder now. He was almost in tears.
I seriously hope he’s ok and doesn’t do anything stupid to harm himself or someone else now that he’s in such a fragile state. I’m very worried about his mental health at the moment. I could really smash that bitch in the face at the moment.
Screw them. Those types of bitches typically end up being punched by juicehead gorillas anyway. And by 36 they’re living in a trailer with their pothead teenage kids and ready to whore themselves out to their meth-lab neighbor for some Top Ramen.
Then they turn around and say “Men are pigs” or “Men are bastards.”
Yeah, but look at the types of guys you’re attracted to honey. Good looking meatheads with flashy cars. You honestly think that guys like that are going to “treat you right” and look after you forever? They’ll jump from bed to bed just because they can.
Screw them. Those types of bitches typically end up being punched by juicehead gorillas anyway. And by 36 they’re living in a trailer with their pothead teenage kids and ready to whore themselves out to their meth-lab neighbor for some Top Ramen.
Ah, sweet justice.
Then they turn around and say “Men are pigs” or “Men are bastards.”
Yeah, but look at the types of guys you’re attracted to honey. Good looking meatheads with flashy cars. You honestly think that guys like that are going to “treat you right” and look after you forever? They’ll jump from bed to bed just because they can.
You nailed it, spot on.
I hope your friend is going to be alright. I think we’ve all ran into that bitch somewhere in our life. He’s not alone. Response is critical and help him take it in stride and hopefully he can see it as that bitches problem. We’re not “ugly” we have special attractive qualities only special people can see. Except for void he has attractiveness only he can see. [:P]
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Friend of mine had a similar experience. Met a girl online (don’t think it was a dating site), and they got to know each other pretty well. She lived out of state, and eventually invited him to fly over and finally meet, which he does. He gets there, goes to her house, they opens the door, and it wasn’t what she was expecting. All of a sudden, she figures out that it isn’t going to work out, after the fact, he spent the money on a plane ticket to meet her. She then has the nerve to “allow” him to stay there, for the night, so he can figure out what he’s going to do. He’s stuck.
Needless to say, he declined, went back to the airport, bought another ticket and flew back home…
Some years back, I tried a dating agency when several other potential hook ups had fallen through. Being somewhat new to the blind dating scene I was understandably nervous about how it was all going to pan out and I’m guessing my nervousness was blatantly obvious come the big night.
It turns out I shouldn’t have been nervous at all since it literally finished after ten minutes. Met the girl at her front door, she gives me a nervous smile and glances at me apprehensively without saying much of anything. I could tell she wasn’t exactly impressed with what she saw and my “spidey senses” were tingling all over the minute I stepped through the doorway.
She asks me to wait for her in the lounge while she gets ready. Fifteen minutes or so later she comes out of the room, confesses to me that she only dates “men who fit a certain physical requirement” and then apologetically shows me to the front door and wishes me all the best.
I’m thinking you only date men of a certain physical standard? What the fuck? Can you imagine what a “bastard” a man would seem if he said that to a woman? Most girls would leave in tears and then tell all her friends, while sobbing uncontrollably, what an uncaring shithead I was. But as a “man” am I supposed to just sit there smile and take it.
“Oh that’s ok. Yeah you’re right, I’m ugly so I’m not worth really getting to know at all. And so what if we have a lot in common, right? I mean, as long as you get to to wake up every morning next to a bronzed hunk, that’s what’s important. I getcha. I’ll just retire back to my room, draw the curtains and live the rest of my life in perpetual darkness so that the rest of humankind is spared my grotesque appearance!”
I’m not the best looking guy on the block. In fact, if push comes to shove I’m decidedly “physically unattractive”. But that doesn’t mean that certain social niceties should be wrenched away from me just because I’m not handsome and trim and have a chiselled jaw and eyes “to die for”.
And fuck you very much bitch!
But that doesn’t mean that certain social niceties should be wrenched away from me just because I’m not handsome and trim and have a chiselled jaw and eyes “to die for”.
Yeah, that’s the part that irks me. Plus, it’s online dating. I’ve never done it myself, but from what I understand, you get to make profiles explaining what’s most important to you, your values, etc., and you can have some chats over the web before finally agreeing to meet up in person.
If you’re gonna be a shallow cruel whore, just be honest about it. Why go through the charades of pretending to give a crap about personality, intelligence, morals, sense of humor, etc., if the be all end all qualifier is . . . . How much does this dude resemble Brad Pitt?
“Wanted: Beefcake doofus with a shiny sportscar to pound my vajayjay all night long and then forget my name.”
I never have and never would do online dating…not because I am above it or anything…I just imagine it being way to awkward for me…plus,I’ve been with my gf a long time and don’t need to…I hear horror stories all the time about people who have tried it…I’ve also heard of a couple success stories…one guy I know recently got married w/ a chick he met online…
what I find really weird is that whole speed dating thing…where people rotate around tables and talk to each other for 30 seconds at a time…seems basically like a meat market…you can’t get to know anyone,so it’s just a way to look at a bunch of people and deduce from there who you would fuck and who you wouldn’t…anyone here ever done the speed dating thing?
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But that doesn’t mean that certain social niceties should be wrenched away from me just because I’m not handsome and trim and have a chiselled jaw and eyes “to die for”.
Yeah, that’s the part that irks me. Plus, it’s online dating. I’ve never done it myself, but from what I understand, you get to make profiles explaining what’s most important to you, your values, etc., and you can have some chats over the web before finally agreeing to meet up in person.
If you’re gonna be a shallow cruel whore, just be honest about it. Why go through the charades of pretending to give a crap about personality, intelligence, morals, sense of humor, etc., if the be all end all qualifier is . . . . How much does this dude resemble Brad Pitt?
“Wanted: Beefcake doofus with a shiny sportscar to pound my vajayjay all night long and then forget my name.”[/reply]
Haha. You’d be surprised by how many are actually out right honest about it. though. I’ve browsed through profiles saying “No job, no car? No date” and shit along those lines. Best believe they’re the shallowest of the shallow.
I should make an alternate dating account just to troll shallow bitches. I’ll be like “Yo pussy aint tight? GTFO! You have kids? GTFO! Fucked up teeth? GTFO”
I’m extremely skeptical towards online dating. I checked it out, a couple times, and it felt kinda shady. I signed up for one, and a few of the girls on there didn’t post pics of their actual faces, just their chins and mouths, which usually implies she’s likely a big girl. Plus, I really wouldn’t want to meet a girl who could inevitably be psycho and burn my house down.
When I was single I put up a profile on Plenty of Fish and promptly took it down the next day. I am good one on one, but am terrible at trying to “sell myself” - just felt like the bullshittiest of bullshit.
I met and got engaged with a girl from over the net. Almost went the distance with her (as you all know by now) but things just didn’t click in the end. Shame but there you go.
I had my fair share of nasties along the way to meeting that girl though. A few girls (and I stress the “few” part as most chicks on the dating site ignored me when I “liked” them on the site - indicating that I was interested) that I met up with were A Grade bitches who more or less told me to my face that I was “unattractive” or “inadequate” in some way.
Not sure why they have to act like that if they don’t like you. It doesn’t cost more to be nice to people in life, ya know!
Hopefully one day karma will kick them in the guts.
what I find really weird is that whole speed dating thing…where people rotate around tables and talk to each other for 30 seconds at a time…seems basically like a meat market…you can’t get to know anyone,so it’s just a way to look at a bunch of people and deduce from there who you would fuck and who you wouldn’t…anyone here ever done the speed dating thing?
A former coworker married a guy she met on a speed date. I do not know him that well, but I do know her well enough that I never understood their relationship.
Oh, 98% of women are crazy enough to burn the house down. If you find one of the 2% who would not, consider yourself very lucky.
Physical attractiveness in itself is not enough to attract me to someone; I have to also know their personality and values. I also have acceptable/unacceptable criteria, and I am crafty/strategic with my questioning/behavior observations. I do not tolerate lying - it’s a 100% deal breaker - I have a freaking amazing memory for minute detail.