This one of the dumbest reasons I've ever heard of someone needing a man....but hey, to each his/her own.

XxAxX said:

RodeoSchro said:

Exactly! Well, at least "Exactly!" in the sense that the cool guys are out in the real world, meeting real people.

Sometimes at bars, sometimes at church, sometimes in the grocery store, but almost always in the real world!

and yet, right here at the ORG, we have at least two couples who met through this website and eventually got married. so there goes that theory

I said "almost" always! Of COURSE I was thinking about Phil and Val!

BUT - Phil did not come on the org to meet women. Meeting Val was a happy by-product of coming on here for a different reason.

RodeoSchro said:

XxAxX said:

and yet, right here at the ORG, we have at least two couples who met through this website and eventually got married. so there goes that theory

I said "almost" always! Of COURSE I was thinking about Phil and Val!

BUT - Phil did not come on the org to meet women. Meeting Val was a happy by-product of coming on here for a different reason.

dude, your theory is shot full of holes. admit it and save us ten long pages of is too! is not!!!

LionsAndTigers said:

Oh, I agree that maybe meeting people in person may work out better for her. I just don't like the generalization about the people who you may find online. Just like in the real world, you will encounter all types of people. There are pervs and awkward people and also completely normal people that are just looking for another way to meet new folks that they may not ever meet on their own otherwise.

Right, and it was to HER that my advice was directed.

That said, I am of the opinion that the odds of meeting a good man, or even Mr. Right, are far higher in the real world than online. But that doesn't mean people don't meet their soulmate online. Sure they do. You did!

But if Flyorra is overrun with pervs showing their little hoohahs to her, and disparaging her, then she needs to get offline and into the real world to meet nice guys. I wouldn't even say, "Try another website!" either.

XxAxX said:

RodeoSchro said:

I said "almost" always! Of COURSE I was thinking about Phil and Val!

BUT - Phil did not come on the org to meet women. Meeting Val was a happy by-product of coming on here for a different reason.

dude, your theory is shot full of holes. admit it and save us ten long pages of is too! is not!!!

Well, it IS true that all of y'all met ME online, and I am very, very cool.

But like with Phil, I didn't come here to meet chicks.

I came here originally to talk Prince and maybe find some bootlegs.

Tittypants said:

This one of the dumbest reasons I've ever heard of someone needing a man....but hey, to each his/her own.

I still can't get over the fact that flies sting! I've always been totally repulsed by flies now I hate them even more!!!!

MacDaddy said:

JustErin said:

MacDaddy said: But black flies and horse flies bite, taking huge chunks out of you!

You're right, but she lives in Amsterdam and I've never come across those.

That bugger did sting!

Maybe he got lost in Amsterdam and so confused he stung me?!

Normal Dutch flies leave me alone. They go to the guy next to me. This one clearly was confused.

ThruTheEyesOfWonder said:

The best purpose of a partner?

Aside from swatting flies..and among other things

Taking out the garbage.(still trying to train a dog to do that )

Helping in washing and/or loading the dishwasher (or just helping you around the house)

Answering the telephone at night (and if he's reallllly good you can't even hear the telephone )

Holding you whenever you're afraid. A comforting being you can hold on to and not have to hide your emotions from.

As of now, I'm holding up without one.

[Edited 5/31/12 13:57pm]

Yeah right, I wished. A decade ago I really thought this could happen.

I've tried different models, however, the only time any of them paid attention to the garbage, laundry or dishes, was when I told them to do so. Leaving me with that horrible sense of having a child that needs to be raised, in stead of having a relationship with an adult partner.

And they tend to get very anxious and nervous when they are called upon to be the 'strong'one and comfort me. Scares them.

In order not to have unrealistic expectations, I stick with the 'they are very good for distracting flies away from me.' Prevents me from dissapointment.

Tittypants said:

This one of the dumbest reasons I've ever heard of someone needing a man....but hey, to each his/her own.

I'm open for alternatives that I didn't already try or thought of.

kitbradley said:

Tittypants said:

This one of the dumbest reasons I've ever heard of someone needing a man....but hey, to each his/her own.

I still can't get over the fact that flies sting! I've always been totally repulsed by flies now I hate them even more!!!!

I've never been stung by a fly in my life. Never knew they even did that.

JustErin said:

LionsAndTigers said:

Ugh

He wants you to meet your cool guy at church.

Yeah, cool guys only go to church and are never online.

It's a plausible explanation, I've never been to church, so I've never met the cool guys.

Somehow, I don't expect the church to be the best pick up place for me though.

XxAxX said:

RodeoSchro said:

Just remember - the cool guys don't look for chicks online!

right you are sir! the cool guys go to bars, get liquored up and find their wimmen that way

or they look for liquored up womenz to hook up with

sextonseven said:

RodeoSchro said:

Don't listen to her, Jess. I read somewhere she can't even get her own shit worked out!

Jess has said here that she met her fiancé online.

I met mine on church.org!

RodeoSchro said:

XxAxX said:

and yet, right here at the ORG, we have at least two couples who met through this website and eventually got married. so there goes that theory

I said "almost" always! Of COURSE I was thinking about Phil and Val!

BUT - Phil did not come on the org to meet women. Meeting Val was a happy by-product of coming on here for a different reason.

whatever you say!

You don't need a man, you need a fly swatter.

dJJ said:

JustErin said:

LionsAndTigers said: He wants you to meet your cool guy at church.

Yeah, cool guys only go to church and are never online.

It's a plausible explanation, I've never been to church, so I've never met the cool guys.

Somehow, I don't expect the church to be the best pick up place for me though.

The ones in church are too busy molesting little boys.

ZombieKitten said:

XxAxX said:

right you are sir! the cool guys go to bars, get liquored up and find their wimmen that way

or they look for liquored up womenz to hook up with

One of the greatest Lotharios in the history of the world was a friend of mine (he's dead now). How cool was this guy?

He was linked with some of the most beautful women in the world. You would know some of them but out of respect, I'm not divulging any names. But how cool was this guy?

He flew a helicopter to work. Literally - he had a helipad in his front yard, and a helipad on the top of his building. How cool was this guy?

The Concorde once returned to the gate just to pick him up. That's right - the Concorde had already left the gate but when he asked, they turned around on the tarmac and came back to pick him up.

Is that cool enough for you?

So anyway, one day we're talking and my brother, who was single at the time, asked him, "Where is the best place to meet women?"

His answer, and this is verbatim, was "Anywhere but a bar".

dJJ said:

JustErin said:

LionsAndTigers said: He wants you to meet your cool guy at church.

Yeah, cool guys only go to church and are never online.

It's a plausible explanation, I've never been to church, so I've never met the cool guys.

Somehow, I don't expect the church to be the best pick up place for me though.

Remember - I didn't say church was the place to go meet guys. Erin said that.

And from what I've read, you shouldn't listen to Erin. Apparently, she can't even get her own shit together.

RodeoSchro said:

RodeoSchro said:

ZombieKitten said:

or they look for liquored up womenz to hook up with

One of the greatest Lotharios in the history of the world was a friend of mine (he's dead now). How cool was this guy?

He was linked with some of the most beautful women in the world. You would know some of them but out of respect, I'm not divulging any names. But how cool was this guy?

He flew a helicopter to work. Literally - he had a helipad in his front yard, and a helipad on the top of his building. How cool was this guy?

The Concorde once returned to the gate just to pick him up. That's right - the Concorde had already left the gate but when he asked, they turned around on the tarmac and came back to pick him up.

Is that cool enough for you?

So anyway, one day we're talking and my brother, who was single at the time, asked him, "Where is the best place to meet women?"

His answer, and this is verbatim, was "Anywhere but a bar".

oh my god! the dude you describe totally reminds me of my uncle dermott, a self-made used car salesman and way far out ladies' man in his own right. He had cool friends in high places, people of importance in some of the very tallest skyscrapers in downtown des moines!

he drove a classic-style red 1994 volkswagen (with the top down of course) and usually wore only the finest polyester pants, the shiniest patent leather shoes and heavily starched button down shirts with clip-on ties. you didn't hardly notice he had a toupee and it set off his goatee so well i think women were just naturally drawn to him.

i met uncle dermott for the first time when i was six years old, and i recall instantly admiring him for the huge brass horseshoe belt buckle he'd wear, since it was right around eye level for me back then.

he'd hoist me up onto his shoulders and give me advice about life, everything from the race track to men, then back again. uncle dermott had been around the block maybe more than once, if you know what i mean.

what a guy! he'd invite everyone in town over for these cool parties featuring kegs of the finest leinenkugel and serve up generous helpings of tombstone pizza and chips with real french onion dip. none of those yukky casseroles with the crushed up croutons on top, nothing but the best for uncle dermott.

so one day i came home from college and he was visiting my parents. staying in the guest room for a while while his legs healed up. he couldn't get out much then, seeing as how he was on crutches, but i noticed he was always being picked up at the house by these gorgeous (and i do mean gorgeous, big poofy hairdos, and lots of tight, shiny red lipstick pants and nail polish) gals who would disappear into the setting sun with uncle dermott, in a cloud of dust and backfire, as they headed off to a romantic dinner at Brad's Buffet, Bowling Alley and Bait Shop.

i could never figure out where a guy like uncle dermott was meeting all these women? after all, let's not foget he had a hard time even just getting dressed, what with his legs being like that. he had to wear a sort of mumu.

so anyway i asked him one night how he managed to meet so many different women and he tipped me the biggest wink, waggled a wise finger at me and replied "the internet. you should check it out, deena, there are a lot of men who'd click on your link if you let them".

and his advice that day changed my life. forever.

i logged on and have never, never logged off since. never even left the house since then. because why bother? it's all right here for me at my fingertips. and have i been meeting lots of mens? well have i???? i think the answer is pretty obvious to those who have been paying attention and, well, i'll leave it up to you to click on your first link. go ahead. give it a try. you can thank me later

and i owe it all to uncle dermott, may he rest in peace. (unless they did actually go ahead and relocate that old cemetery over on north Radstone where he's buried. whatsitcalled. which i think they did, so right now he likely ain't resting, but traveling somewhere on the back of a semi, with a bunch of other folk headed for the Garden of Eternal Rest over in wichita). thanks uncle dermott

ZombieKitten said:

RodeoSchro said:

One of the greatest Lotharios in the history of the world was a friend of mine (he's dead now). How cool was this guy?

He was linked with some of the most beautful women in the world. You would know some of them but out of respect, I'm not divulging any names. But how cool was this guy?

He flew a helicopter to work. Literally - he had a helipad in his front yard, and a helipad on the top of his building. How cool was this guy?

The Concorde once returned to the gate just to pick him up. That's right - the Concorde had already left the gate but when he asked, they turned around on the tarmac and came back to pick him up.

Is that cool enough for you?

So anyway, one day we're talking and my brother, who was single at the time, asked him, "Where is the best place to meet women?"

His answer, and this is verbatim, was "Anywhere but a bar".

So online then

Touche!

I will blow away a zombie target in your honor the next time I go to the gun range!

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!!!! (19 round cartridge, don't you know!)

XxAxX said:

RodeoSchro said:

One of the greatest Lotharios in the history of the world was a friend of mine (he's dead now). How cool was this guy?

He was linked with some of the most beautful women in the world. You would know some of them but out of respect, I'm not divulging any names. But how cool was this guy?

He flew a helicopter to work. Literally - he had a helipad in his front yard, and a helipad on the top of his building. How cool was this guy?

The Concorde once returned to the gate just to pick him up. That's right - the Concorde had already left the gate but when he asked, they turned around on the tarmac and came back to pick him up.

Is that cool enough for you?

So anyway, one day we're talking and my brother, who was single at the time, asked him, "Where is the best place to meet women?"

His answer, and this is verbatim, was "Anywhere but a bar".

oh my god! the dude you describe totally reminds me of my uncle dermott, a self-made used car salesman and way far out ladies' man in his own right. He had cool friends in high places, people of importance in some of the very tallest skyscrapers in downtown des moines!

he drove a classic-style red 1994 volkswagen (with the top down of course) and usually wore only the finest polyester pants, the shiniest patent leather shoes and heavily starched button down shirts with clip-on ties. you didn't hardly notice he had a toupee and it set off his goatee so well i think women were just naturally drawn to him.

i met uncle dermott for the first time when i was six years old, and i recall instantly admiring him for the huge brass horseshoe belt buckle he'd wear, since it was right around eye level for me back then.

he'd hoist me up onto his shoulders and give me advice about life, everything from the race track to men, then back again. uncle dermott had been around the block maybe more than once, if you know what i mean.

what a guy! he'd invite everyone in town over for these cool parties featuring kegs of the finest leinenkugel and serve up generous helpings of tombstone pizza and chips with real french onion dip. none of those yukky casseroles with the crushed up croutons on top, nothing but the best for uncle dermott.

so one day i came home from college and he was visiting my parents. staying in the guest room for a while while his legs healed up. he couldn't get out much then, seeing as how he was on crutches, but i noticed he was always being picked up at the house by these gorgeous (and i do mean gorgeous, big poofy hairdos, and lots of tight, shiny red lipstick pants and nail polish) gals who would disappear into the setting sun with uncle dermott, in a cloud of dust and backfire, as they headed off to a romantic dinner at Brad's Buffet, Bowling Alley and Bait Shop.

i could never figure out where a guy like uncle dermott was meeting all these women? after all, let's not foget he had a hard time even just getting dressed, what with his legs being like that. he had to wear a sort of mumu.

so anyway i asked him one night how he managed to meet so many different women and he tipped me the biggest wink, waggled a wise finger at me and replied "the internet. you should check it out, deena, there are a lot of men who'd click on your link if you let them".

and his advice that day changed my life. forever.

i logged on and have never, never logged off since. never even left the house since then. because why bother? it's all right here for me at my fingertips. and have i been meeting lots of mens? well have i???? i think the answer is pretty obvious to those who have been paying attention and, well, i'll leave it up to you to click on your first link. go ahead. give it a try. you can thank me later

and i owe it all to uncle dermott, may he rest in peace. (unless they did actually go ahead and relocate that old cemetery over on north Radstone where he's buried. whatsitcalled. which i think they did, so right now he likely ain't resting, but traveling somewhere on the back of a semi, with a bunch of other folk headed for the Garden of Eternal Rest over in wichita). thanks uncle dermott

Awesome!

RodeoSchro said:

ZombieKitten said:

RodeoSchro said:

Touche!

I will blow away a zombie target in your honor the next time I go to the gun range!

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!!!! (19 round cartridge, don't you know!)

Have you run out of frogs???

PurpleJedi said:

So, I take it that you're on for the job

Beautifulstarr123 said:

PurpleJedi said:

So, I take it that you're on for the job

Killed the bugger.

No man needed anymore.

Maybe later in the season.

dJJ said:

Killed the bugger.

No man needed anymore.

Maybe later in the season.

good for you!

RodeoSchro said:

XxAxX said:

oh my god! the dude you describe totally reminds me of my uncle dermott, a self-made used car salesman and way far out ladies' man in his own right. He had cool friends in high places, people of importance in some of the very tallest skyscrapers in downtown des moines!

he drove a classic-style red 1994 volkswagen (with the top down of course) and usually wore only the finest polyester pants, the shiniest patent leather shoes and heavily starched button down shirts with clip-on ties. you didn't hardly notice he had a toupee and it set off his goatee so well i think women were just naturally drawn to him.

i met uncle dermott for the first time when i was six years old, and i recall instantly admiring him for the huge brass horseshoe belt buckle he'd wear, since it was right around eye level for me back then.

he'd hoist me up onto his shoulders and give me advice about life, everything from the race track to men, then back again. uncle dermott had been around the block maybe more than once, if you know what i mean.

what a guy! he'd invite everyone in town over for these cool parties featuring kegs of the finest leinenkugel and serve up generous helpings of tombstone pizza and chips with real french onion dip. none of those yukky casseroles with the crushed up croutons on top, nothing but the best for uncle dermott.

so one day i came home from college and he was visiting my parents. staying in the guest room for a while while his legs healed up. he couldn't get out much then, seeing as how he was on crutches, but i noticed he was always being picked up at the house by these gorgeous (and i do mean gorgeous, big poofy hairdos, and lots of tight, shiny red lipstick pants and nail polish) gals who would disappear into the setting sun with uncle dermott, in a cloud of dust and backfire, as they headed off to a romantic dinner at Brad's Buffet, Bowling Alley and Bait Shop.

i could never figure out where a guy like uncle dermott was meeting all these women? after all, let's not foget he had a hard time even just getting dressed, what with his legs being like that. he had to wear a sort of mumu.

so anyway i asked him one night how he managed to meet so many different women and he tipped me the biggest wink, waggled a wise finger at me and replied "the internet. you should check it out, deena, there are a lot of men who'd click on your link if you let them".

and his advice that day changed my life. forever.

i logged on and have never, never logged off since. never even left the house since then. because why bother? it's all right here for me at my fingertips. and have i been meeting lots of mens? well have i???? i think the answer is pretty obvious to those who have been paying attention and, well, i'll leave it up to you to click on your first link. go ahead. give it a try. you can thank me later

and i owe it all to uncle dermott, may he rest in peace. (unless they did actually go ahead and relocate that old cemetery over on north Radstone where he's buried. whatsitcalled. which i think they did, so right now he likely ain't resting, but traveling somewhere on the back of a semi, with a bunch of other folk headed for the Garden of Eternal Rest over in wichita). thanks uncle dermott

Awesome!

how cool was this guy??