HI sorry I took so long! The notification that you responded got snowed under in an avalanche of other notifications.
stressed Yeah when I do heavy cleaning, I make sure it's done before I shower or something and I wear 'grub clothes' as my mom likes to call them. XD This way nothing gets messed up. When we drove out to see my brother this weekend, I saw two different women mowing their front lawns, and they had been wearing cute shirts and skinny jeans that, at a glance, looked like they could be brand new. When I had to go outside to do yardwork, dunno about you, but I'll dig deep into one of those rubbermaid boxes that slide under your bed, the ones containing all the old stuff...like, highschool senior year t-shirts that still fit, circa 2006, old striped exercise pants with paint spots all over them, so on. XD Y'know...super gross! Who cares, you're cutting the grass. It's not a beauty pageant. You're gonna have dust and grass clippings covering you front to back by the time you're done. Or at least that's how it was for me; we had a tractor mower because there's a lot of land to cover, and when I lived with my parents I did all the yardwork. Their yard has quite a bit of sand mixed into the soil.
The cook himself was a bit of a nimrod, so I hope it wasn't really hydrochloric acid and he was just saying that to scare him (i hope!)...that s**t will eat through your skin, based on what I understand. Not that I ever took chemistry, but I think that's similar to what's in your belly. If that stuff can dissolve meat, what do you suppose it'll do to your bare arm?!
Yeah. I've looked. No decent men around here. I was even more disheartened because I've lived in this town literally all my life, and I know a lot of them...but in my high school years, there was a huge issue about how some football players dragged a girl into a room, pushed a dresser in front of the door, and gang raped her. My parents knew the lawyer representing the girl. This actually happened before she hit freshman year, and I was in my junior year when she arrived for her first year of highschool, so it was kind of a big deal because at that point the boys who raped her where some of the best players on the team (Or so I'm told), and they where in their senior year...a few where 18 or 19 years old I think. They didn't want it coming to anyone;s attention.
I s**t you not, this lawyer was was asking me that if I knew anything, to let her know. The coach covered the whole thing up so he wouldn't lose his star players.
Years later, living with my grandmother, I see her watching movies on the Lifetime channel JUST like this, they must be a dime a dozen now. It's sad, how far people are willing to excuse men for their indiscretions just so they can win a trophy
this year that won't matter a couple years from now...but if the girl was impregnated by any one of those boys gang raping her, THAT would last a lifetime. Not to mention the social stigma.
Indeed, I'm with ya there. I couldn't have a relationship like that. I'm patient, but there's a limit.
Actually, on the subject of patience, I could use an opinion, if you are willing to listen.
Last guy whom I was interested in (and yay! was interested in me!) lived a ways away though, and he was a really amazing guy...and while I'm ordinarily not one for southern accents, for some reason, his particular accent was rather attractive. XD But it was a online relationship. When I learned that his photo wasn't the same as what he really looked like, that was kind of jarring. Also, he's a police officer that worked in a prison...he would call bullshit on EVERYTHING I said, like he was pretending he could see into my soul and thought I was always lying about stuff. This is a guy who, when my family was brought up on the
first phonecall with him, and subject of my autistic brother arose, I burst unexpectedly into tears because some stuff was going on with him. And here's the thing.
it didn't scare him off. Instead, he stayed on the phone with me and calmed me down, I swear, his voice was like water on the fire.
It's so frustrating that he just couldn't stop treating me like I'm a liar all the time, and I finally had it with him and stopped talking to him...he played the same online game as myself and my father, and he would talk to my dad about me, and he also went and friended my parents on Facebook, and then was saying, 'what if i came by your house to visit you guys, not your daughter, but just you and your wife?' when he was talking to my dad...and he would message my mom on facebook too. I was still living with them at the time, mind you, because I wasn't being paid well enough to afford moving into a place of my own yet.
So...opinion?
Because, I thought that was fricken weird.
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