Not caring.
Bunch of prigs here, Jim. What's up with that? I figured the opposition would come from home grown Bible thumpers. Ad hom abounds, and I have never insulted, challenged, scammed, or belittled anyone on this board. Ever. And I never will.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1028011/Change-channel-dont-like-F-words-Gordon-Ramsay-tells-offended-Australians.html
I really hope, for all our sakes, that none of the sentiment expressed in this thread is genuine. None of it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0K_aAcEtrQ
When My Conscience Hurts the Most
But I'll post in it anyway! At least some have a target. And an easy one at that.
A two-dollar-and-a-half chump with a thirty-dollar style, though.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_%C3%A0_clef
My first novel is one such as this.
More than that it is a Synaesthetique Roman a clef... You don't see many of those down Smiths...
Hamish Hamilton currently have it & I'm doing publishers' edits. Chris Lloyd placed it with HH after I'd drummed up publicity with Faber & Faber for being 'impossible to work with'. Kind of like how I created myself a bad name with Harry Stedman & went on to work for Paul Smith...
Faber wrote off the £800 I got from them to 'help me out' out of pure relief to be shot of me. The final straw was me calling my editor 'Cheeky Pants'. Repeatedly. Multiple times a day.
HH came down to visit me & I got them drunk & then took them to a sex shop where I pulled out a Pantone chart & discussed the various shades of pink and purple on the assorted splayed pudenda on show.
I was judged 'a unique talent'.
Ya couldn't make it up.
HH were the ones who banned me from Facebook. They don't want me to publicise myself without their control.
Very wise.
l am making a note to read this thread when l have some time up my sleeve, hopefully in the next few nights.
This has been a jolly enjoyable thread. Keep it coming Jeff, old boy. Any updates to share with us?
Yes Jeff Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh!
Tell me more, tell me more
Did you get very far?
I guess we'll know how it went when Jeff starts a thread entitled "Smell My Finger".
We yet trod the path of virtue. Playful touching has begun. A poke a the chest after a joke there...a pinch of my forearm here.
I just moved and received an extra step ladder. She needs one. I made a joke saying she could have it for $2 less than the actual price. She offered to come over and help me arrange the place.
It's been a slow burn. It's the most satisfying "relationship" I have ever had. Might be best to let it simmer. No doubt consummation would be amazing, but then what? I have a feeling the real excitement for both us of would be dead.
Foreplay is always best.
You're a wise man Mr. Reed.
Since I didn't get a chance on the tenth...
Happy Birthday, Marine!
Thank you, sir. I've been so busy I haven't had the time...no, ummm...I have been busy, though.
I have determined that our culture is ridiculous with platitudes about dating.
Imprimis, thou shalt not date people you work with. Sure, don't date people you know well due to being around them 2000 hours per year, who likely have similar interest and backgrounds. Go find complete strangers!
Sure, there are problems that can arise when certain work relationships are involved---boss, underling is an obvious one. But if the girl in accounting and the guy in research want to date bfd. If it becomes a problem because one or both are bringing relationship problems into the office, handle it like one would any other person bringing personal problems into the office. I see plenty of married people with lives fucked up beyond recognition where it affects their performance and interoffice harmony.
Secondly, "be yourself!" Uhhh, yeah, I will never have a second date. The girl is going to walk away thinking I am off the wall eccentric (but well mannered), at best, or she will go home and phone a tip to the police about unsolved murders in the area. Not everyone has thoughts and a personality that should be revealed at first meeting. I am best being silent and slowly introducing myself over the course of 6 months to a year. I could accomplish this ala Buffalo Bill, but I am at heart a nice guy and not at all violent or even mean spirited. So, if the woman is not willing to imprison herself with me for a long time, it's not going to work. And the workplace again is the ultimate venue for someone like me. There is no escaping me, and yet there is nothing forcing contact. Lente currite noctis equi. Lente currite amor ad meum.
Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? This is why I weep and my eyes overflow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. A lamentation.
And so, this explains why a deeply unhappy married woman and I fall together. Wandering alone no longer; not any longer the ones who can say "there is now none living with whom I share my innermost thoughts." Slowly, slowly. We make haste slowly. Biology wants to intervene. That this is so is proof that morality imprisons people. That may not be its primary goal, but it is a decided side effect. And just as we would not give the same medicine to all people, why should we expect the same standards for all people?
Still, nobly, we do our duty and deny ourselves of a desire so deep and profound. I have no doubt we will continue to do so. We can laugh at the absurdity of one thing going into another as being of such consequence to ourselves and others. We've already done it a thousand times in thought. It's the desire that is thing, not the physical. But the world doesn't so condemn the one over the other. The world wants to be deceived. So let it be deceived.
Surveys show that in Western countries, you are most likely to meet your spouse through the work place. So the "thou shalt not date people you work with" is a fallacy. But, I would recommend you don't date someone in your own department especially your boss, unless you're really twisted on several levels. Of course, plenty of men fall for their PA's and secretary's in middle age.
I met my wife through work and she was in a relationship at the time, so I've been there and done it. But there was no kids, and taking on someone elses brat, especially if there's more than one, is absolute insanity. In any event, I wish you good luck Jeff, but always remember the exotic erotic cannot survive the mundanity of domestic life and a family. So be careful when you're enjoyng an edgy relationship. Other than that, fill your boots!