Itchy, you're interested in a guy who refers to you as "bro"?

This is Romance in action.

http://www.electrical.com/phpBB2/viewto ... 256#516256


Itchy, that does not seem like romance at all. Tis good though, any guy that would call Miss McGoo bro is way too dumb for Miss McGoo to date.

Oy vey...

The downside of romance is that I've spent the last couple of days, my days off, helping my ex-gfnd- who's still a very close friend, and probably my closest friend here in town- pack because she's moving to the Bay Area. It's been pretty fucking hard....

That being said, you guys might try reading books by masters of the seductive arts, as opposed to actually talking to an adult female. You might also try the advice of many mens magazines, especially the ones that have, maybe, pictures of guys who look like Aaron Eckhardt on the front cover. Don't buy the magazine, just stand in the Barnes and Noble and read it for free. If there's a cologne sample card in the magazine, just pull it out of the magazine and rub it on any area that might smell unbecoming on any active gentleman.

Another option, of course, is stalking. And, if confronted negatively about pursuing your object of desire in this maligned fashion, just say, "what the fuck? It worked for Lloyd Dobler!" Because, remember, if you saw it in a movie, then it's real life.

I was making a funny about asking if that was a secret code.
I get the "bro".
I have been "bro" a lot.
You would have thought that the four boob jobs would have changed that, but here we are. Me and my bros.

I have a friend from school, a proper Cheshire lad, who gave his girlfriend the pet name of "Boys". When I overheard this, I asked why, and he told me that he was referring to her breasts, as in "Hello Boys". A real Northern charmer...

Closer to topic, the last year or so I've quite enjoyed a little old fashioned courtship. I find it fun, so long as neither me nor the date take it too seriously and get caught up in the more dubious (sexist/stupid) restrictions of the etiquette. Occasionally, it is lovely to take someone to a posh bar to have posh drinks, giggle like teenagers, and watch a stroppy hotel pianist storm off when other table cheer too loudly (that was a great date).

And I love long letter writing. So... Not Crap.

sunlore wrote:I think a well-timed and properly executed smack on the ass is grossly underrated.

As soon as I saw this, I had no choice but to agree; the sly look over the shoulder, the faux-annoyance, the words "hey,hey" coupled with your name... though it helps if you're cooking and you couple the smack with, "Get outta my kitchen!"
Before I saw Sunlore's post, all I could think was, "What a crock." Something triggered, though, a sentimental me.
Aw, fuck don't listen to me; romance is all total bullshit. It's bullshit, of the Will-Smith-Valentines-Day-Movie variety. Forget it, you'll die alone, anyhow.

I've now read all posts.

The MayorofRockNRoll wrote:Oy vey...

The downside of romance is that I've spent the last couple of days, my days off, helping my ex-gfnd- who's still a very close friend, and probably my closest friend here in town- pack because she's moving to the Bay Area. It's been pretty fucking hard....

I went through the same thing. You're still in love. Go get drunk. Get drunk right now. Repeat for one week. Then have sex with the first person who says, "Hello." It doesn't fix anything, but fuck it.

Colonel Panic wrote:I think "romance" essentially means "fantasy" to some degree. Making some sort of dream come true, or at least activities that capture the imagination. It's different for everyone, of course.

I have been attempting to live my life by the maxim "I don't fantasize, I plan."

This either attracts people or freaks them out.