Not really that into the Olympics this year... but was quite happy to see the Canadian men's relay team take gold out of the blue. But probably the highlight so far has been the silver medal soft porn performance that the Canadian women's beach volleyball team put on. I will admit that their gold medal match against Brazil caught my attention for a bit. I do believe I'm Team Brandie.
we're going to bed in 30 minutes to catch up on DVRed Big Brother, then early sleeps for a 10 miler tomorrow. My life is FASCINATING
Last night was Garage Night, but I was too impaired to post a pic. The above is an older photo from when the fog machine still worked. Time to get a new one. Tonight I’ll be watching yet more Olympics in the spirit of being a good family man and spending time with the wife and kid. Beer will help.
Am I allowed to say that I hate being a single woman?! I was married for approximately half my life and that marriage ended tragically (for the love of god don't comment on how tragic it was, I'm fully aware.) I only started attempting to date in earnest this spring and I have stories that I don't care to tell because they're embarrassing. I have stories that start out like a fairy tale but they end because he decided to go back to the mother of his children (I can't help but say fair enough) and I have stories about a guy that I thought was a good old boy the entire time we were dating but then when I reached out to him after the fact he sent me at least 10 videos of him having sex with other women. Anyway, I can honestly say I don't think all men are trash but the evidence is piling up to the contrary over here. I've mostly decided that I'd prefer never to have a relationship again because I'm not sure that it's worth the legwork but give me a day or two and I'm sure I'll change my mind. I just wish I was the kind of person that didn't want or need to have sex because my life would be much easier if that were the case.
Reading that made this place feel like the TiB of old for a moment. Back before we all turned into geezers talking about gardening and CPAP machines.
I know two widowers who had long term girlfriends within months of their wives dying. And one of those dudes is an asshole. Pickings must indeed be slim for middle aged women- you have my sympathies. Hang in there.
From my single male POV, most women are broken and bring nothing to any kind of a relationship other than the need to be supported financially. As a result, I bought an Airstream and a dog, and am quite happy to be the fuck away from people for extended periods of time.
Hey, I’m over here posting about planting swaths of land with flowers for butterflies and bees. So don’t.
I love that movie an unreasonable amount. Probably because I watched it with zero context or knowledge at the recommendation of a friend, and loved the twist.
I’ve long said that if I were ever single again, for whatever reason, that’s it, I’m absolutely not dipping my toe in the dating pool. A buddy of mine got divorced about 12 years ago and watching his dating adventures confirms what I’ve already known: There’s no way I’m dealing with that bullshit. And I’ve little doubt there’s a lot of douchebag men out there as well. Why they don’t find and match up with their female counterparts is beyond me.
This is exactly what my wife and I say. Today is 17 years from the brain tumor surgery, so exactly 16 years since I've met her, and there is zero percent chance either of us would deal with the bullshit out there today. Fucking insanity. I'm generally on team "men are mostly all assholes" but also I'm on team "women are mostly all crazy." So at a certain point, you gotta learn how to deal with each other's shit. And I'm beyond the point of wanting to deal with another person's shit -- I got plenty of my own.
You should definitely go look up your country's women's pole vaulter that took home the bronze medal. You might become a fan of her, but you won't be her OnlyFan... if you catch my drift.
As a woman that has no financial needs that I can't meet myself, I've found the opposite. This possibly speaks to my taste in men which is arguably trash, given the small sample I have to refer to. Who'd have thought that the guy I dated in high school and subsequently married would have been perfect for me only for him to die of cancer?! I've not officially dated anyone since because apparently that's not a thing people do anymore but one guy was a bass player in a band and I'm not suggesting that he didn't pay for anything but I always came to him, I always drove, I made him dinner, if he put forth anything it was at his convenience. Second guy, his big hobby was fishing. He was nice and I really liked him. He had shit going on (as do all of us because being an adult is awful) and he more or less ghosted me. He's the one I reached back out to recently and he shared videos of him mid-coitus with women who I guarantee didn't consent for their videos to be shared in such a way. Third guy, 90% of our interests intertwined. We got alone better than nearly anyone I've ever talked to and we had the same taste in most movies and tv shows. He appeared to be perfect. Until he decided to re-explore things with the mother of his children. I don't hold any hard feelings towards him but come on. So now I'm somewhere between deciding to never speak to any men again and trying to find a nice solid friend with benefits.
I’m still trying to imagine a scenario where this would seem like a good idea. “Hey, how’s things? Say, check out these videos of me balls deep in other women.” I don’t get it.
I’ve been meaning to look up that girl’s butthole. I’m completely underwhelmed by the “breaking” competition. A sport that is about 25 years too late. The commentators have no personality at all and sound like they have frosted tips and soul patches. They should have had snoop “the international ambassador of Olympic sports” dogg commentate. They have what sounds like elevator beatbox music they dance to. I assume because DJing with real rap songs would be too much to license? They need to let them have props to punctuate the sets. Make it a real You’re not the father dance spectacle. They also go by their street nicknames. China girl was just called Bgirl 871. I really don’t think this is going to bring in the youngsters like they hoped.
Dude. The Aussie breakdancer is pure fucking gold. She can't breakdance for shit, but it's like the William Hung of Olympic competition.