It’s never, never too late. I’ve seen men aged 60-75 get GFs and wives. One of them even had children with his new wife. Talk of the town is that one of these men never had a partner before.
It’s never, never too late. I’ve seen men aged 60-75 get GFs and wives. One of them even had children with his new wife. Talk of the town is that one of these men never had a partner before.
Geez, that reminds me of a former colleague that, when asked for “the numbers,” would just send screenshots of tables in the ERP system instead of exporting them to a spreadsheet. What’s even worse, usually a lot of values were plain wrong, on one occasion more than half of them.
One girl sat herself across the classroom from me (we had a U-shaped arrangement) and stared at me all year long. (She also talked to me once or twice)
One girl who was at the same bus station I was at every morning asked me to share a cab with her… for a five-minute ride.
One girl asked me what it feels like for me when I’m kissing.
The third one, even though she was the oldest, seemed insincere and was way out of my league anyway, so I didn’t get the impression that she was after me until much later when a friend clued me in. In the other two cases, I did have an idea, but I wasn’t very much into either of these girls and the second one self-sabotaged her otherwise fantastic move by also inviting two of her friends who kept making a loud mess, so I couldn’t even talk to her during the ride anyway.
And so it took a long time for me to get a real girlfriend. Too high standards, in hindsight, plus I do have no difficulties with talking to girls, but with talking with girls. Turns out the vast majority is just not interested very much in the science-y things I read and did as a tyke, teenager and beyond. Not even in Hegel.
Disinfotainment at its best.
Midnight Oil made a song about it, “Power and the Passion.”
Isn’t the works committee just that part of management that’s been elected by the employees?
A friend of mine (not me, I swear) once got sudden diarrhoea and shat his pants in public. He “found” a comparatively clean pair of underpants in the locker room, put them on instead and skedaddled. No one ever found out.
Pass the dutchie, coast to coast.
Join some Whatsapp group that piques your interest and meet with them IRL. I wouldn’t have thought that drinking beer and shooting the shit with total strangers could be so much fun, but here we are.