March 09, 2006

Curious George the hard-up. OK. It's been a while. I'm done with school, and meeting girls at work isn't an option, night classes and continuing ed. courses have yielded nothing, friends aren't coming through on setups, and the local watering holes are all fished out. Time to bow to the inevitable, and trawl the internets.

Not that I need someone in my life, I'm just getting a little bored. And girls my age simply aren't around anymore, unless they're out doing couply things. And the younger girls, while they do have their attractions, they're simply at a different stage in life -- and one I'm already done with. Any advice for dating through the internet? Are some site better than others (I'm thinking lavalife, if only for sheer size and range -- other sites may have rather limited choices in my area). Any dos and don'ts? Help me, fellow monkeys, you're my only hope.

  • Easy enough. I met my wife through match.com. I recommend it or any of the similar sites. Be very honest and specific in your profile. Mention your quirks. Let them know the things about you that others find to be unique. I put in my profile that I did not drink and I did not own a television, for example. That weeded out plenty. The object is not to appeal to as many people as possible. It is to appeal to as few as possible. Chat them up as much as you can and be very open in your answers to their questions. Ask them lots of questions. It is useful not just because they will give you answers, but also because it will prompt them to ask more questions. The more information everyone is working with, the better. I found it to be productive. I did it for a couple of weeks, met some people, nothing worked out, and I got tired of it. The people I met were nice, but it did not work out. I took a break for several months. Then I resumed with a modified profile. I made adjustments to try to avoid the previous problems. I met my wife shortly thereafter. Keep tinkering with your profile, too, as you go along. And a final note: watch out for me posing as a young hot woman. I make no apologies; it's what I do for fun.
  • Well, I cannot really speak from first-hand but I have a large group of 20/30/40something acquaintances, many of whom are in similar positions to your own. I think the two most important things are to keep yourself in the path of opportunity, and DATE DATE DATE! do match.com things, (and I think bernockle's advice re that is good). even if you dont meet a mate thru it you may make friends, who may throw parties/host social events etc., at which you can meet additional peoples. Is there any type of Tribe or Craigslist thing available for your city? not for dating, but for 'activity partners'. this is just to find as much opportunity to be social in the right type of company doing the type of things you like. make friends with everyone! meet their friends! let people know you are available!! on that note, go on dates! dont worry about perfect compatibility or having sex, just keep your DATING skills in practice: general conversation, banter and light flirting etc., good luck!! I am sure such a charming monkey will not remain solo for long!!
  • *blushes*
  • you mentioned something in another post about being near Elizabeth NJ??? where the hell do you live? it sounds like high probability of urban area. jersey girls are easy-n-sleezy, I should know...I am one :D
  • Good luck with it, Capt! I met my charmer of two years on LL. One suggestion: you *must* post a photo (can we add those dreds for you now?)!!!! The ether is scary enough without emailing faceless persons. Make it a funny photo, if possible- you need them to know at the outset that you have a great sense of humour. And you'll need it, probby - you may meet a lot of nuts.
  • What Medusa said. Meeting lots of people works, even if the circumstances are a bit artificial. Tribe and Craigslist have come through for dates, as well as for activity partners. On Tribe, if you engage in discussions the way you do here, you -will- attract people. Craigslist has not worked the same way for me; I've been replying to posts in the personals section. My experience says that for every ten well-written replies you will get one response, and of those perhaps a third will be of genuine interest. My best fishing - yielding two partners of long standing - came through a variant of speed dating which had a brief vogue in the Bay Area. The good thing about speed dating is that no one goes who is not interested in finding a partner. Good luck.
  • "...you mentioned something in another post about being near Elizabeth NJ??? No, no. Nearest American IKEA to me would be Elizabeth, NJ. Nearest IKEA would be Burlington, Ont. Hometown is St. Catharines, former industrial town in a long decline, pop. 150,000 +/-. It has a university, so there's a small arts scene, but one that's either student-transitory, or static with the same-old same-olds. Toronto, our local Big City, is about an hour twenty away, which makes going out there really inconvenient.
  • Heheh. You said "hard". heh. heh. watch out for me posing as a young hot woman. I make no apologies; it's what I do for fun. That was YOU?! You bastard! You send my childhood blankie back now!! When I think of the nights I stayed up to . . uh *cough* yes, well in all seriousness good luck Cap'n, and keep us posted. Ooh watch out for Daisy_May though. We understand she's as unscrupulous as Medusa, but in a bad way. You'll find a gem though, heck you got kit by default right? I mean, it can only get better from there!
  • I hear Quid's corpse is available.
  • FWIW, I met my wife while playing bridge online. Two, no trump.
  • Or read this.
  • Is there an aquarium nearby?
  • I've been doing the internet dating thing for about two and a half years now...all on Lavalife. Of the many women I dated from there, about half resulted in further dates beyond the first meeting, and a few even encroached on 'relationhip' territory. I met my current girlfriend there about two months ago and this one is a keeper! We hit it off instantly and intensely, and....well, this isn't about me. My advice for an internet dating n00b is as follows: 1. Have a picture on your profile. Most women won't contact you if there's no picture. 2. Don't bother sending "smiles", which are a free way of letting a woman know you're interested. Women get tons of those things every day and mostly ignore them. Send an introductory message instead (this costs about a dollar). You will almost always get a response from this. 3. Women who send a "smile" to you are the most promising prospects (obviously), but be prepared for most of them to be from women older than you (I don't know why this is, but it's true). 4. Don't lie in your profile, but don't be overly detailed either. Just get them curious for more. Fell free to e-mail me for more info and advice. And good luck!
  • "Dating"? Pfft! Why not do what I'm doing, and reproduce by asexual cellular division? QUIDNUNC, DIVIDE! NNNNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
  • Hey! It worked!
  • Hey! It worked!
  • My co-worker seems to have had a lot of success at PlentyOfFish.com*, and he's kind of a weirdo, so you'd probably do even better, what with you being a Captain and all. Good luck! *Link actually goes to M seeking F in St. Catharines area, because that's the swell kinda guy I am. And uh, let us know what you ended up using, and
  • Oops, hit post instead of preview... anyhoo, let us know how it goes, and what you'd recommend. For follow-up purposes. Yes.
  • The female population exceeded the male population in all counties in Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and Delaware according to a census report. Not that I think you have to move, but when I was going through my dry spells, thoughts like that did occur to me. The male-female ratio is particularly bad in the IT belt, it seems.
  • Good luck Cap'n! Mr. Koko and I met online, though not through a dating website. We did it the wrong way, but it looks like you've got the right idea, i.e. meeting people more-or-less local vs. starting a long distance online romance. The latter is bad news and frequently ends in disaster, or marriage if you're batshit crazy like me & the mr.
  • World of Warcraft.
  • Hey capt? Wanna go to the movies sometime, maybe let me buy you dinner?
  • awwww! young love blossoming in the spring
  • Is there an aquarium nearby? *spontaneous laughter startles people in vicinity* Ha! I loved that movie! i.e. meeting people more-or-less local vs. starting a long distance online romance. The latter is bad news and frequently ends in disaster... *smile drops to the floor like a bucket of coal. Curls up in fetal position and begins bawling*
  • I met my wife drunk in a bar. Fairy-tale romance. I highly recommend it.
  • Have you checked your neighbor's sheep fold?
  • *sues quid for copyright infringement*
  • *also sues quid for copyright infringement*
  • Class action!
  • Will you bastards get outta here? I can handle it! Sorry Cap - carry on.
  • "Hey capt? Wanna go to the movies sometime, maybe let me buy you dinner? Depends -- would that mean I hafta put out?
  • on consideration, I'm not sure I'm the one who should be giving out relationship advice, I met my husband at Burning Man!!! har.
  • *sues quid for copyright infringement* Pfft - we're clones, buddy - not imperfect copies like YOU freaks.
  • *sues quid for copyright infringement* Pfft - we're clones, buddy - not imperfect copies like YOU freask.
  • Shit.
  • Shit.
  • squared post!
  • Capt. Renault is SINGLE?!! *thinks of ways to quickly end engagement to boyfriend* Seriously, though, I ended up with my husband-to-be after befriending him in 1993, watched him date, then marry, his girlfriend, dated other people for years while he was married, then helped him through his divorce, then finally started dating him. And it only took us 13 years to get to this point! So hang in there!
  • I love "the other woman" confessions.
  • *met MCT's wife drunk in a bar, too*
  • She's into drunks.
  • Dude, that was a cardboard ad for Coors. You seriously need to back off the tekillya some.
  • capt. r  1. close firefox  2. step away from computer  3. go to big blue room  4. meet sweety  5. do it like bunnies for months on end  6. become accustomed to one another  7. do it more like pandas  8. return to computer  9. launch firefox 10. internet will still be here 11. .... 12. profit!!!
  • big blue room?
  • I met my wife on nerve.com. It's a bit quirkier than Match.com and Lavalife. OKCupid is new and free, but doesn't have much 'talent' in your town. Move to another town! You know which one.
  • I met my current girlfriend at a poetry reading on the Lower East Side while trying to get over being dumped by my most recent ex and the death of another. She'd just been disengaged fo her fiance of two years, we saw each other, I said a few words we left, got drunk and hooked up. I then went and did a bunch of stupid things like trying to reconcile with the ex and being generally maudlin and even hooking up with another woman for a while. Love is apparently real patient, because I've been a raging asshole lately and she's still here. Then again, she's not angry at her ex anymore, so it's all good, right? I guess the upshot of all this is, get dumped, get drunk and troll for chicks on the LES then proceed to be a dick to them to see if the love is real. Oh, and don't listen to me when it comes to love advice because I'm obviously a moron.
  • > big blue room? sometimes referred to as "outdoors". large room without many electrical outlets or network ports, but sometimes decent wifi coverage.
  • I met my fiance on match.com. I only signed up for it after being pestered endlessly by a well-meaning friend who didn't believe me when I said I was quite content and happy being single (I had just recently gotten out of a long-term relationship, and am divorced to boot . . . ) and insisted I had to try the online stuff. Anyways, just did it to shut my friend up. I thought it was a stupid idea, completely not my scene. Figured it wouldn't work, and then I could get on with my life after prooving her wrong. And here I am, 5 months and counting to my wedding day. Who knew . . . .
  • I have no advice whatsoever. Maybe every single monkeylady should go on a date with the Capt.
  • Now THAT's a meet-up I want photos of!
  • so are we all going to compare match.com profiles now?
  • It doesn't look like it's been suggested yet, so have you tried this thread, two doors down the page?
  • Maybe every single monkeylady should go on a date with the Capt. I smell reality show! "This fall on FOX: MONKEY LOVE! Will the Captain meet his First Mate? Catch Monkey fever, this fall on FOX!" (We'll bring moneyjane on during sweeps week.)
  • I also third or fourth lavalife... I had a few misfires with the site, but I met my current honey on the site, and we're planning to move in together. I'm not quite sure it helps in your situation, but for folk around the NYC metro area, it helps to keep in mind that women outpopulate men 2:1. So... you're more likely to meet willing, attractive single women on a site like match or LL, than when you're living in other areas. It's definitely worth a shot thought, my old relationship ended after I left my office job. I currently work in construction, so my daily meetings with people pretty much consisted of latino men and men and frankly, more men. Going to bars and doing the trawl thing never felt right to me, so it's nice to have an outlet like Match or LL to "put yourself out there" without real repercussion. I would suggest sending smiles thoug h (on LL). I had no luck on the site with just "being out there" until I had a totally irrevent intro, and sent smiles to anyone who fit my criteria. After a few days, I got a response, and I've never looked back since. I wish you the best of luck, Capt. and I'm sure that unless you're a total freak, that you'll have no problem meeting someone... to quote the Cajun from SNL... just do it!!!
  • On preview... also I completely second this... Good luck with it, Capt! I met my charmer of two years on LL. One suggestion: you *must* post a photo (can we add those dreds for you now?)!!!! The ether is scary enough without emailing faceless persons. Make it a funny photo, if possible- you need them to know at the outset that you have a great sense of humour. And you'll need it, probby - you may meet a lot of nuts
  • This fall on FOX: MONKEY LOVE! Can't wait for the reward challenge!
  • I ended up meeting my partner-in-crime on, um, MonkeyFilter.
  • Yes. You will have to put out. Dinners don't come cheap, and neither do I.
  • If you have the inclination, join a theatre group. I've seen many people get hitched at mine, especially at the after-show parties. Plus, if you're lucky you'll get cast in a play!
  • I've always longed to appear in a one-man show.
  • I've always longed to appear in a one-man show.
  • Shut up, you.
  • Shut up, you.
  • Ha! Not so easy is it!
  • Brecht is teh kewl. And I can attest that it's a lot easier to meet eligible ladies in a theater group than to meet eligible gentlemen there!
  • "Yes. You will have to put out. Dinners don't come cheap, and neither do I." Uh, ok. So long as we're both clear on the expectations. *wonders* (Me putting out for kit, kit putting out for me -- that's gotta be like disembodied masturbation somehow...)
  • OK now someone has acknowledged me being in a play, I'll stop self-linking in unrelated threads. /needy thesp egotist Pants: You knows it. Sadly (by which I mean of course VERY HAPPILY) I'm not single, which means all I can do is watch. And video.
  • A fellow monkey brought up something I hadn't mentioned -- I don't have a home computer, so all this e-dating stuff would be restricted to my work week. Which, I suppose, makes things a lot more difficult, but not unpossible.
  • *astounded* Oh, and the Capt. seemed such a normal person... Weirdo. Next he's gonna say he has no TV and hates avocados...
  • You're self-employed, aren't you? I don't see how browsing for women on the work computer would be a problem. Give it a shot. You'll be amazed how many normal (non-geeky, non-desperate, non-psycho*) women use Lavalife, and how socially acceptable internet dating has become. *unless you're into those types, in which case carry on.
  • Oh, and get a home computer for crying out loud! Get in the 90's, already.
  • I do have a tv -- flatscreen, even -- but no cable. I pretend that it's due to self-restraint, keeping my tv diet low, but really, it has much more to do with refusing to pay the cable company's hundred buck installation fee. INSTALLATION fee?!? The cables are already installed! All you need to do is screw it in the jack! Hundred bucks! Pfft! No wonder their business is going extinct... Sorry, that was a bit of a rant there. Nevermind me...
  • Most US companies run promos about 362 days a year that waive the installation fee. Maybe that's a Canadian thing.
  • Not mine. They're blackballing bastards. The satellite and digital guys, sure. But good ol' cable, no way. (And satellite and digital is waaaaaay too much tv for my own good, but enough of the derail.)
  • So they're the Cable Cabal?
  • My cable co. charged about a billion dollars for installation, but it was free if you went there, picked up the cable box, and screwed in the cable yourself. I have no dating tips, obviously.
  • get a home computer for crying out loud I don't even have a home.
  • Spealing of which, have we heard from Sullivan recently?
  • I miss Sullivan and SideDish! I am convinced they were captured by the evil cabal! You know who I mean. I can say no more.
  • Yeah, plus they won't give me free HBO!
  • I too miss SideDish :(
  • Um, Sully just posted an FPP . . . am I missing something? besides Sidey, I mean.
  • No, I am. And where's Pete_best?
  • You see nothing! *flash*
  • Allright. First 24 hrs up, aaaaaaaand -- Nuthin'. This is like high school all over again. Sweet Mothra... I think I may have overqualified the bio by mentioning Thelonious Monk and Asterix in the same paragraph. Too much weeding. We'll see.
  • You just can't hear the nervous tittering on the other side of the Internets. *snkk* I said "nervous"! tee hee! . . wait
  • Got the first little nibble -- a smile sent by (as rocket88 predicted) an older woman. With only backstage photos. And her bio reveals nothing. I think it's bernockle.
  • *snicker*
  • "backstage photos"? (O_o)`
  • Backstage at the West Duluth Oratorio Society, or backstage at the Pink Kitty Club?
  • Backstage mass-topless-groupie photos?
  • Two lovely emails, one from a woman in Jersey, and the other in Chicago. Which are both very far away. Apparently, the lady in Chicago isn't looking for a millionaire', as that's not important to her. And she's quite concerned with her mother in Nigeria, with her 'cancer of the breast'. Sounds nice. Anyone familliar with Nigerian money orders? I'd like to help out with the medical bills...
  • You're kiddin'.
  • I am indeed. Good catch, pete! Had no idea that Nigerian scams had penetrated matching sites. But it makes sense.
  • Y'know I'd never thought about it either. What about the lady in NJ?
  • Uh, she's in NJ. About an eight hour drive away, so, no.
  • Roadtrip!
  • Oh. Playin' hard to get eh? Clevahhh!
  • comeon! capt. a jersey girl is worth a drive ;)
  • Make it two Jersey girls and I think we can get the good Cap'n in a car.
  • And now some Russian lady with very halting English named "Olya", no pic, supposedly in Virginia, wants to see my picture, when I already have a pic on my profile, looking for a serious committment (a.k.a. "Green Card"?). What gives with the spam on Match? And I'm paying for this? Bah.
  • Should have gone with Lavalife. And keep posting updates...now that I'm out of the dating scene, I'm living vicariously through you.
  • Oh, I'm doing Lavalife as well. Local talent is lacking, or should I say, members with any distinguishing profiles is lacking.
  • Ah-ha yes, Ah the impetuousness of youth. First you must fill your head with knowledge - then you may break bricks with it.
  • Just got another smile -- again, as r88 predicted, an older woman (39 to my 32). In Cobourg. Freakin' COBOURG. That's what, four hours? Five, depending on how you hit Toronto? No profile at all, but apparently vegetarian. A four hour drive, doubtful. A four hour drive AND no bacon? Nuh-uh.
  • So . . so many double entendres . . . head . . spinning . .
  • Lavalife is coming through -- most girls have replied to the emails I've sent out, but there's just one who seems to be responsive in her response. (Unfortunately, she reads 'O', and 'Parenting' since she was a teenager. Is it OK to judge someone by their choice in magazines?) The others are polite, but not particularly revealling. This is a problem, given the vagueness of the profiles. Match.com is a total bust. And that little ticker at the top, showing that my profile has been viewed six times -- the fact that it's not changing is punishing my ego.
  • Is it OK to judge someone by their choice in magazines? Well, yes. I'd prefer to date a Harper's reader than a Guns&Ammo one... unless she was really hot *cough* And that little ticker at the top, showing that my profile has been viewed six times -- the fact that it's not changing is punishing my ego I take it you didn't do as everybody else- post some fashion models' picture instead of your own. Amateur. Monkeyfilter: A four hour drive AND no bacon?
  • Yeah but you get hundreds of hits here everyday Cap'n. Besides, if you jumped in, was like "Hey hey ladies!" and scads of emails and panties came flyin' at ya - well, the reason that's a fantasy is cause if it was reality you wouldn't enjoy it. I say kick back, play it cool. Besides look at Koko - grabbed the first piemaker that came by and now she's frozen solid in some place called "Canada" or some shit. Ha! "Canada!" Can you imagine??
  • Imagine all the people Without Bush and lies Living in a free country No civil liberty dies. Imagine all the people Living life in peace... Ah, there's more, but yes, Pete, we can imagine.
  • Pssst - Capt: I sentcha an email.
  • beauty one, RTD!
  • Thanks, fish tick -- yer right! Words of wisdom.
  • *ponders the wisdom in the words I sentcha an email* *nods head, as if in understanding *
  • To share with the rest of the class: "Um. I went out with this boy last night, and I'm pretty much willing to marry him if he were to ask me tomorrow. Not sure if he feels the same way, but I'm taking myself off of lava anyway.... You are SO DAMN cute, and SO DAMN funny, and SO DAMN smart. I'm not entirely sure what you're looking for here, but either way, I don't imagine it'd take you long to find it. Take care..." Yeah. Anyone know where the quidquorpse went? I need to borrow it for a sec.
  • Capt! You *promised* you wouldn't quote my email!!!!! /sputtle
  • Uh-oh. *preapares kitty pics*
  • Ha ha, fish. Ha ha.
  • Wait, what? I feel like i clicked back long after the commercial was over.
  • Don't touch that dial!!
  • MonkeyFilter: I'm not entirely sure what you're looking for here, but either way, I don't imagine it'd take you long to find it. Sheesh, GramMa!
  • ATTA BOY, FISH TICK!! You go, little buddy. You and that Flaggy are doin' a great job. Your GramMa's so proud of her little darlings! *beams* Them's m'boys!
  • hehe
  • Thanks, GramPaw.
  • An interestink article on online-dating from the Yale Economic Review. (And 'Gale-Shapely Algorithm' is so the name of my next band.) As for my search, it went from hot to cold very quickly in the last couple days. I had a nice email chain going with a nice lady from the Hammer, and I was trucking out the A-material. Things were going well until she asked me what I do, I told her, and then -- silence. So she either thinks that lawyers are scum, and not worth dealing with (a not-altogether incorrect assessment), or that I'm one of those yobos that exaggerates their profile wildly. In which case, I have no interest in trying to justify my profile, or the answers that follow. But the question remains: do I inflate the profile, knowing I'd get more responses, or do I keep it as is, and have to counter that automatic wieghting?
  • I am absolutely the last person in the world who should be giving romantic advice, so take my two cents for what it's worth (roughly 0.95 cents). If you do any inflating of the profile, you may run into a situation where she realizes that's what you've done and doubts your sincerity. Is there a way you can sort of elaborate on what you've already written, to add even more of the wit and sparkle we've grown accustomed to to your first impression?
  • You're a lawyer?! *flings fistfuls of poo in the Capt.'s face, runs away*
  • She either got screwed in a divorce judgement or she's a fugitive. Too bad, 'cause fugitives are awesome in the sack. As for the profile...I went through a few drafts before I found one that generated a good response rate. Try to play up the intangibles: the sense of humour, the lust for adventure, and the appreciation of the quiet evenings. Basically say nothing, but say it in a way that sounds fun. Save the details like what you do for a living for the early email contact.
  • Heh- one of the things that caught my sweetie's eye on Lavalife was a comment about the recycling police objecting to human remains. That and a photo involving a black rectangle. Tee hee.
  • Tease! Capt, don't rule out a third option. As Ms. Best is wont to point out - I'm wrong. So when I say "It's either this or it's that" she pulls a third option from the asshole of space and then makes me pay for dinner. As to the profile, I'd say that you . . . do . . make . . words . . good, so relax and just tweak what you have as opposed to embellishing unnaturcerily. Of course, all advice is free of guarantee, implied or explicit, as-is and may not be resold, repackaged or obfuscated without express written consent of Major League Baseball.
  • Yeah, I'm going with the just-be-myself option. Deal with it. That being said, Hammer-girl did respond, although I was a bit confused by it. It was all chatty, and then it ended with this strange tone that seemed to give me the brush off, ending with a 'take care', but at the same time, she opened up her backstage, without me even asking. Huh. So I just ignored that change in tone, not knowing what it meant, and put a date proposal out there. We're seven or eight links in the email chain now, so I figure that's not too early. Given what we're all there to do, I mean. We'll see.
  • I'm sure that "she opened up her backstage, without me even asking" doesn't mean what I'm thinking it means, but it sure has me wondering...
  • Me too RTD, but i think it's some secret online dating code. Good luck Cap'n!
  • The backstage is an area in your profile where you can post photos that are only accessible by permission.
  • Well, that's no fun.
  • Oh Jeezus, I feel like a perv! I thought it was some sort of kinky role-playing theatre thing!
  • By the by: bon chance, mon capitaine!
  • yeah, nonchalantly opening her backstage sounded far closer to anal massage in the Fenlands than some private pictures.
  • Uh, that could be an option in the 'Intimate Encounters' section -- I'd have to check.
  • I've always found that getting the anal sex out of the way right at the beginning of the first date really cuts down on the tension and lets both parties relax and be more comfortable.
  • It's kwiyet. Wery, wery kwiyet. She's gotten the date-asking-email, and opened it up, but hasn't responded yet... It IS bernockle, isn't it? His way of fucking with me?
  • sorry capt. but that is NOT bernockles way of fucking with you. you'll find out all about that when you go on the date....
  • Check for the adam's apple, Cap'n!
  • all becomes hushed as we live vicariously through Capt. Renault, waiting for the return e-mail.... Will she? Won't she?
  • Is she good enough? Will the princess know the pea is under the mattress? *tense background music*
  • S'long as the pee isn't *on* the mattress.
  • *crickets* Opened up the mailbox, saw that there was a message, got all excited -- turned out to be spam from lavalife. Quit fucking with my emotions, lavalife!
  • It is not lavalife. It is Bernockle.
  • Carefully check all new mail for owl semen. Just in case. and hope things work out for you, Cap'n! *sends hugs, blows kisses*
  • *checks own mail just in case*
  • *cicadas*
  • You're checking my mail too? :)
  • A few taglines to help pass the time ... MonkeyFilter: ...all advice is free of guarantee, implied or explicit, as-is and may not be resold, repackaged or obfuscated without express written consent of Major League Baseball. MonkeyFilter: Oh Jeezus, I feel like a perv! Actually, if you put that you're a lawyer in the FIRST LINE of your profile, it will bring out the multitudes of women so like me, who desire to live the lifestyle that can be provided by men like Johnnie Cochran might leave us. /GramMa Golddigger
  • But, of course he's not a lawyer, he's a barrister or a solicitor. The Canadian way.
  • What, he wears one of those powdered whigs? I dunno, I'd bet there's some wimmenfolk what would go for that.
  • *temporarily stops rioting in order to sit on edge of seat in anticipation*
  • I was watching a documentary about the space probe landing on Titan last night, and there were all these sciency-type persons waiting for a signal from the probe to come in at 4:24. And one minute passed, and another minute passed, and everyone was quietly going insane from not hearing the signal -- something with the strength of a cell phone signal coming from over a billion kilometres away. And then, when the signal came in, six minutes late, everybody went apeshit with relief. Date proposal was sent at ten this morning, and opened about an hour later. It's now four o'clock. Her account has been active throughout the afternoon. It's not time yet to assume that this mission is a failure, but it's definitely leaning in that direction. Offhand, it's no biggie -- it's just magnified by the rapidly approaching anniversary of my last date, a ninety-minute affair, before she bolted on the flimsiest of excuses. Not that I'm still bitter. Really. I'm just sayin' I'm, well, I dunno what I'm saying. I'm saying I'm going to need that quidquorpse again...
  • Popcorn! Getcha popcorn! Peanuts! Hot Peaaaanuts! Getcha Peanuts Right heah! Popcorn! Peanuuuuuuts!
  • Quidcorpse comin' through! Pass it on down, folks, thank you!
  • Maybe she ran out at lunch to buy a sexy dress to wear to the big date and is now trapped in a long line at the Beer Store so she can fulfill your every fantasy? Could be...
  • SOLD *Bam!* to RalphTheDog for a sexy dress and beer! Next up: former lingerie model, independently wealthy, decides to try the world of online dating! WhatamIbid WhatamIbid?! HiiiiI got two clicks over here two clicks over here, do I hear three Three! clicks and a google over here three clicks and a google can I get four four clicks google and a beer, thank you sir, four clicks google and a beer lemme hear five gimmie five can I get - Five! Five clicks, google and a beer and we need six and here we got six Six clicks google and a beer and we have six clicks google and two beers six clicks going on seven lets get seven seven clicks . .
  • Mention in your profile that you're a Monkey. That'll bring the wingnuts out of the woodwork more discerning prospects to the fore.
  • yeah, that'd be a great way to attract someone even crazier than yourself increase the number of contacts you make. or, you could rewrite your profile in iambic pentameter.
  • if you wrote your profile in elegaic couplet and said you were a monkey, I would be interested! but I'm married...and I live in California...
  • by my fryendes i am described a merrye chappe, i have not the syphyllisse, nor have i got the clappe. i'm 18 hands high and must hint that this is not the only trait from horses that i've got. weekdays, mine occupation tis the law; for some this is a virtue, some a flaw. in short, i seeketh me a winsome wench. for sex giveth confidence afore the bench.
  • )))))!!! Damn! Right now, Capt, post roryk's description! If that doesn't lure an interesting dame, nothing else will... Ah, good luck, anyway. I know, it's hard to feel spring in your bones with no one to bo... oh, wait. Monkeyfilter: the asshole of space
  • I'm secretly glad the heartbreaking tease hasn't got back. The Capt is MINE I tell you! MINE!!!!
  • I'm secretly glad ... Hah! A paradox for the performative verb fanatics!
  • RELATIONSHIPS ARE BULLSHIT
  • "LOVE" IS A MEANINGLESS LIE
  • DRINK FANTA FOR THAT COOL, REFRESHING SUMMER TASTE
  • *crumples up love letter to quidnunc, weeps, drowns sorrows in cheap grape soda*
  • Ladies and Simians, I'm pleased to announce that we have digits! Came after a big long paragraph of 'we're not always the same people we are online', and a posting date of ten hours after my date proposal -- but we have digits! And an anonymous email! Now off to the reverse directory...
  • Good luck, Captain!
  • Uh oh. I'd be worried about the 'we're not always the same people we are online' bit. She's obviously lied to you about something. Hair? Weight? Gender? Get dialing, man.
  • ))) roryk! I think the response would go something like this: Mayhap my eye, my cheeke, my lippes, my noes Are not so comely as my profylle showes But though some foulk take lawyers to be theefes, Keene am I to see thy legal breefes.
  • Oh Tummy, you and roryk are a match made . . in . . well, MonkeyFilter. Uh, for which I salute you! )))!! 'we're not always the same people we are online' I am too the former drummer for The Beatles! Who . . is also a panda.
  • I am the walrus panda. and ((( for roryk and TUM!
  • MonkeyFilter: We're not always the same people we are online. You people are getting slow. We're never gonna make the playoffs at this rate!
  • Good luck Capt- sounds like something odd is afoot, but maybe just shyness. Or marriedness. Or Bernocklocity.
  • Good luck Cap'n! She's probably a man. But with any luck, he'll have man-boobs!
  • or perhaps a really hot, fascinating chick with a sick penchant for owl semen?
  • or she's just over-cautious? Anyhow, good luck, Cappie.
  • Monkeyfilter: With any luck, he'll have man-boobs. I wouldn't bring a print-out of this thread along with you on your first date if I were you, Cap'n.
  • MonkeyFilter: something odd is afoot, but maybe just shyness. Or marriedness. Or Bernocklocity. *runs, shows to GramMa, sticks to refrigerator door*
  • ))) TUM! > 'we're not always the same people we are online' fair lady, cares nought renault for mere veneer (though he's rather partial to the hose that's sheer). consider thyself subpoena'd by his writ, as he presents his case, thou'll answer it.
  • )))))!
  • Monkeyfilter: I am the walrus panda. Monkeyfilter: Keene am I to see thy legal breefes This thread is ON FIRE!
  • We're set for a Saturday afternoon date at the Bean Bar. I figure an afternoon date allows for the least pressure, as it can be shortened or lengthened as the need arises.
  • *books Hamilton flight, packs spy-cam, parabolic listening device, Martin's Criminal Code, dark glasses*
  • I think a meetup there would be nice... you want the support of a barrelful of jolly monkeys on that important day, don't you Capt.? : ) Monkeyfilter: shortened or lengthened as the need arises. Uncle! GramMa, someone, take over!
  • WTG, Cap'n. Hope it gets lengthened! heh heh
  • Hey, I know that Bean Bar place...at least I used to when it was a Second Cup. Unfortunately I won't be in Hamilton this weekend so I can't relay any info to the troops.
  • We'll be like so many simian Cyranos...
  • Actually, we will be the George Costanza of Cyranos -- whatever we tell CR to say, he should say just the opposite...
  • Are you going to try and 'do' her? Are ya? ARE YA???
  • 'cos that would be, like, totally inappropriate and would seriously threaten any chance of a second date. So, you know, keep the monster in its cage, ok?
  • And don't invoice her for any expenses incurred on the date.
  • I would like to now open the floor for discussion of how much tongue should be involved in the goodnight kiss.
  • All of it. On a platter.
  • You know, I'm the kind of girl who generally still doesn't kiss on the first date (we do exist!). But then, I'll generally put out by the fourth or fifth date if all is going well. I like to keep 'em guessing.
  • Yeah, I doubt kissing will be an option. Called her up last night, to narrow down the time, and she spent ten minutes talking about her other lavalife dates, past and present. Seems as though my afternoon strategy was way off, as she has a seven o'clock booked as well. Oops.
  • Pfft- she's clearly a realtor. That old trick!
  • Hey that's what sparring partners are for. Get in some moves! Doge! Weave! Jab! Jab! Jab! and then you're ready for the main event. *turns up "Rocky" soundtrack*
  • Get even with the seven-o-clock guy. Give her the clap.
  • Or make the date last until 6:45, and then pelt her with water balloons. You will have brought the water balloons with you in a large shopping bag, and when she asks what's in the bag, you will coyly reply that it's a surprise for later. She will admire your playful attitude. Then you can comfort her with a warm blanket and mug of cocoa, also from the bag. Worked for Mr. Koko.
  • *grumbles, munches chips*
  • Ooh Cap'n! Look, how to be an obnoxious lover in French! (via MeFi) It's even got them funny fo-net-ikal things to it!
  • Relationships are bullshit.
  • "Je ne suis sorti avec toi que dans le cadre d'un pari"
  • Go with the Koko idea, except: 1. Use condoms instead of balloons. Come on, you know you're gonna have some with you anyway, don't pretend otherwise. 2. Use india ink or red paint instead of water. 3. Don't waste your cocoa money on some bitch who's already seeing someone else before your relationship even begins. Most of us don't start doing that until the relationship is well underway.
  • You'd be a fool to leave out the cocoa. It's integral to the whole plan! If you must be cheap, use store-brand cocoa.
  • Monkeyfilter: you'd be a fool to leave out the Koko ;)
  • And I'm not the store-brand either!
  • Mmmm hot Koko! Marshmallow?
  • Mellow Koko!
  • captain, just be yourself and you'll blow this fancy-pants 19:30 person out of the water. if this strategy looks like it's failing, you can at least stiff her for the bill. is there a back exit at this bean bar? somewhere near the toilets?
  • Surreptitiously follow her to the 7 o'clock date and jump them both with a knife. It worked for O.J.
  • knives are way too messy in a public place. find out beforehand where the date is. have someone place a gun behind the cistern in men's toilet ... you know the drill.
  • Don't order the cannoli!!
  • Actually, I believe Michael, Sollozzo and McClusky all had the veal...
  • Is there Wi-Fi at the place? Take a laptop and as soon as she starts losing interest and wants to leave, tell her 'oh, wait, I have some monkey friends I'd like you to meet...' Get into MofIRC or this thread and surely she will be so enthralled that you'll end up needing all the ballons and tongue platters you can get.
  • Hmm...it's nearly 7 in Capt. R. Time And he hasn't rushed right here to tell us about it. Either he got lucky, or he's following the OJ plan and he's out buying some mismate gloves.
  • Oh, damn. Tomorrow! I've gotta sit around waiting for another day? *brushes stale popcorn off seat and sits back down*
  • OK, who's gonna make the big banner for when he returns? 'You got some!' in one side, 'You're a loser!' in the other.
  • Captain Renault's first date is now the MoFi EVENT OF THE CENTURY! Live vicariously! Coach him! Prod him! Prod him to prod her! It is an interwebs fantasmogorical thingamaree!
  • Don't forget yer Smittens, Cap'n.
  • GOD! You people. GET A LIFE!! Oh. Wait. I'm here. This is it. *sighs
  • I bet they're doing it RIGHT NOW!
  • I hope they are!
  • I've already drawn a picture...
  • *drums fingers on desk, impatient for creepy explanation of "we're not always the same people we are online"*
  • Next time, we need a live CaptaCam.
  • what time is it in canadaland? it must be after lunch by now? were they going for afternoon tea? capt. r: more cucumber sandwiches, m'dear? date: oh captain! we're not always the same people we are online. capt. r: to lose one user login may be regarded as a misfortune. to lose two looks like carelessness. date: oh captain! yes, i will have another sandwich. can you cut off the crust please?
  • 'cutting off the crust'? Is that what the young ones are calling it these days?
  • /kit displays his age and out-of-touchedness yet again...
  • 1700h in Ontario!
  • Enterprise to Capt. Renault! Enterprise to Capt. Renault! Come in Captain! We need nooky news!
  • Oops, I forgot: Horse buggery
  • WHAT THE FUCK, Cap'n, the next date starts in 40 minutes and we have no saucy details on the nooner. Do tell!
  • P'raps he doesn't not-kiss-and-tell.
  • It is going well. He is rather handsome and is much better mannered than I thought he would be. His sense of humor is not much on display as I think he is a bit nervous. All that aside, it should be noted that I am typing this message from a Notel 6 on my laptop, which is resting on his back.
  • bernockle, do you plan to put out?
  • Put out, my dear? Perhaps you mean do I plan to "pull" out.
  • oh my!
  • Alright, that's it. I'm phoning the police, the hospitals and the Ontario Barristers' Society. He *knows* he's supposed to be home before 2300h.
  • the good Capt. doesn't have internet access on the weekends, so this is a To Be Continued.
  • You know, if he *really* loved us, he'd haul his lawyerly briefs into the office on the weekend and give us a full report. Particularly with this going on.
  • Why, of course, the perfect alibi! "Ah, but officers, at the time, I was in a date with this lady, she can attest to it... as well as two dozen voyeurs fellow monkeys in this web site!" That was sneaky, Capt.
  • I think we should just all chip in and buy him a hooker.
  • I'd do him for free. He's dreamy.
  • MonkeyFilter: the George Costanza of Cyranos... This thread needs to wash up. Leave it alone for a couple of days monkeys, it's tired and it needs a breath mint. You can see it twitch and that's ain't good.
  • Captain's Log: Killed time at IKEA, and purchased slightly-melted candles in the AS-IS for a dollar for twenty-five. Proceeded to Westdale for meetup with Shirley. Reaffirmed mental note not to cite Billy Bragg, Airplane. Arrived much too early, waited in the car. Scoped out very attractive woman picking up her dry cleaning. Surprised by said woman knocking on my car window, pointed out that I'd dropped my scarf while feeding the meter. Should have gone out with her instead. Ten to, arrived at Bean Bar. Location was somewhat sparser than previously imagined, a bit beaten. Lousy service. Was seated, and waited for Shirley. Had to order during wait. Date arrived, and I instantly knew what that 'we're not always what we are online' thing was all about -- she was a mountain of a woman. I had wrongly extrapolated her body type from her photos. Not that there's anything wrong with being a mountain of a woman, it just wasn't what I was expected. And I'd thought my mountain-of-a-woman days were behind me. Fascinating eyes, though. But that proved to be the only fascinating part of the date. At least half of the conversation was her talking about the sneaky shit that all guys pull on lavalife -- with her not realizing that by talking about 'all guys', she was also talking about me. So, essentially, she was slamming me to my face for a good chunk of the time. The other half was dedicated to talking about her exes, and her cat 'Orange'. She resisted any and all attempts to redirect conversation elsewhere. But all in all, it was a pleasant date. Thoroughly pleasant. After two hours of being at the bean bar, I made motions to go, and surprisingly, she wouldn't let me. Surprising because my involvement in the date was entirely secondary. I think she was taken by the fact that I'd brought flowers (small potted white gerberas), and that was something new to her -- so she was taken by the gesture rather than by the date himself. Does that make sense? Anyway, a walk through the neighbourhood, and then another hour later, the date finished. I should add that after warning me on the phone not to show up hung over like the last guy, she was hung over herself. Indeed, our meeting at three was immediately preceeded by her breakfast. Yay. Thus, it's safe to say that the position of First Mate remains open. But, it's date experience, the Captain's dating drought is over, the lavalife ice has been broken, blah blah blah. Still have to compose the 'didn't feel that spark, best of luck to you' email. In conclusion, nothing major, pleasant, no future, two hugs, both at her instigation, onto the next possibility. Captain out.
  • Rats.
  • Tie yourself to the wheel if you must, Cap'n, when you steer the ship back into that storm. There be rumours of mermaids deep within its heart.
  • Dang, Capt - sorry things didn't work out. You might just be onto something with the scarf-dropping ploy, though - polish the routine a bit. You'll save on florist bills, too! Nice touch, the plant.
  • What colour do you think her pussy is?
  • Oh, and don't forget: ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME!!!!
  • Yeah, I thought so. These things can go either way. But they're flowers, but not flowers-flowers. Gerberas are friendly sorts, and don't come Loaded With Meaning. And, should the date go well, having a potted plant would be a reminded very time it needed to be watered. But, again, you're never sure how they'll react. And on the whole, let me state for the record: pleasant. But nothing more. Thoroughly pleasant.
  • Yeah, kit, I love you long time, too. Even if you don't have an Orange pussy.
  • *swoons*
  • I have two orange pussies - wheeee!
  • good on you for getting out there, capt. i hope the next excursion is better. shirley, it was quite exciting to meet you there in the bean bar. shirley, though i wish i'd got the number of that one who tapped on my car. shirley, i spent a long time looking into your fascinating eyes. shirley, it was boring to listen to you talk about other guys. oft times when we were talking you were all like "me, me, me". how can you sit there and talk of orange when you don't even know my fave hobby? i'm celebrating my date with you with a pint of beer and a new tattoo and if you haven't noticed yet that single date is all you'll get.
  • "how do I not love thee? let me count the ways ..."
  • Oh well. A day's bad catch doesn't mean the sea is empty. Good luck in your next venture, Capt.
  • Just thought of something -- let me try this again. Yeah, kit, I love you long time, too. Even if you don't have an Orange pussy. Tang-coloured Tang. Enh? ENH?
  • But -- but I previewed! Fuck.
  • (And ))))) to roryk! You never cease to amaze me...)
  • Yer a fine fella Capt, and probably the talk of Shirley's week. Good for you. And now . . On to the next port! *plays with boatswain's whistle*
  • All of this dating talk sounds like so much fun. I am filing for divorce this afternoon.
  • For your next dating adventure you could bring along some small potted white gerbils.
  • I hope you didn't let the water balloons go to waste?
  • Hey, he brought them here! *flung balloon explodes right in Koko's face*
  • Captain's Supplemental: For inclusion within my report, and because this has taken on far more notice from the monkeys than I had anticipated. Just wanted to thank you for the pleasant little date on Saturday. I had a nice time, and I hope you did as well. That being said, I don't think I'm saying anything shocking in saying that neither of us felt that 'spark' or 'click' or whatever, unless I've totally misread the situation. So with that, thanks again, it was great to meet you, and I wish you all the best in your search. --- "Yes, I must thank you as well for the date. It was a nice time for sure. You are very smart and have much to contribute to a conversation.... Yeah - not too sure about the spark or what have you.... not sure how you were reading into the situation - in order to think you may have misread it....? But, I would still be down with hanging with you again sometime - I think you would make a great friend regardless of what the initial intention may have been. All the best in your searches as well. Peace, Shirley :)" --- End Communication.
  • Well that certainly was civilized and well written. What's the matter kitfisto - too illogical?? *All laugh, freeze action, roll credits, theme music* The Color of A Cat Written by: Bernockle C. Tribbs Special Balloon Effects: Koko the Monkey . . . Capt. Renault will return in Two Plates of Desire
  • You forgot to ask about her cat's hue.
  • "You have much to contribute to a conversation ..." ha!!!
  • viz., your ability to listen, methinks.
  • Next week, on Law and Order: 1. A monkey, impressed with the pleasant if not romantic results enjoyed by the Cap'n, decides to join Lavalife. Said Monkey posts in bio "I first heard about Lavalife on Monkeyfilter...". 2. Shirley reads the bio. 3. Shirley goes to MoFi, searches for "lavalife" 4. Shirley reads this entire thread. Three times. Alongside rapidly diminishing six-pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade. 5. Shirley, and this is the surprising part, finds being referred to as a "mountain of a woman" somewhat offensive. 6. Oh, poor Cap'n R. We really will miss him...
  • viz., your ability to listen, methinks. And don't any of you horny monkeys ever underestimate *that* virtue, eh? *sigh*
  • A day's bad catch doesn't mean the sea is empty. Well, Ishmael, looks like you caught the great white whale.
  • Just you wait until GramMa gets to this thread, Chimp! You won't be able to sit for a week!
  • *reminds self not to date using Lavalife MonkeyFilter: But -- but I previewed! Fuck.
  • Well at least we know the capt aint a 'feeder'...
  • 10 Great Pickup Lines for all you ladies interested in the Cap'n. "You're a mountain of a man, Renault" eeked out at #11.
  • Fes, that site is asking me to log in...
  • Wha? It's MSNBC...?
  • when I picked the capt. up I just said "come home with me you little whore"....his eyes lit up, it was beautiful :)
  • (it's MSN, and it redirects me to a ms passport log-in)
  • Huh! Ralph, I have no idea why it does that, sorry dude. It works fine for me, no sign-in's or anything.
  • I normally just wait until the Mickey Finn kicks in then have my wicked way with their corpse-like body. Saves all that awkward comparing them to geographical features. "You're a real ox-bow lake of a woman" etc...
  • You're a real butte.
  • Look at the tectonic plates on her!
  • Ah, the verdant hillocks, tremulous grasslands and fertile valleys of the roofie-laden proxy Gaia...
  • Allright, allright -- I shouldn't have called her a mountain of a woman. But she was massif.
  • Climb every mountain...
  • Did you explore the Big Sur?
  • No. It was everything I could do not to look at her twin peaks of Kilimanjaro.
  • Let's try to steer this ship clear of the rocky shoals of fat jokes, shall we? That's how monkey's feelings get dashed to pieces. Otherwise, we may need to examine the faults of your peninsula.
  • Let's just say mine is craggy yet majestic, a fine jumping off point for maritime adventures. wait...what are we talking about again?
  • No idea. When the puns show up, it's as good as the Grim Reaper to a thread. So back on topic. When I was out on the date, Shirley had mentioned something that I hadn't thought about. She said that she felt bad for the guys on lavalife, as they were the ones footing the bill for everything. Turns out that a lot of women simply sign up for free, and never add credits to buy emails or IMs or whatever. They simply wait around for the guy to start the email chain, and so, pay for the whole thing, without them having to spend a dime. Which makes sense, when it comes to sending winks or smiles -- that the guy is prompted into sending the email. It also turned out that I was doing it the complete reverse of all the other guys, in that I sent an email, without smiling first (and I did so on r88's excellent advice, above). Smiles get ignored, and by sending an unprompted email, I stood out. Maybe I stand out as stalkerish, but whatever. So, it all means that guys are the ones who need to be proactive in this, however reliant on old stereotypes that may be. Not that cost is a big deal, as long as you stay off the IM -- and doing this during work hours, IM isn't really an option anyway. And as for my search, there's a couple of emails waiting to be responded to, but I'm taking it slow until after the long weekend. And there's a lady in Buffalo who just winked at me. She claims that her best feature is her chest. Huh.
  • The body type issue in the internet dating world is an interesting one. Most sites, including Lavalife, provide an opportunity to describe your body type in your profile. The choices are: slim, average, fit, muscular, a few extra pounds, full-figured, and heavy set. I ususally didn't filter my searches by body type, and just relied mainly on the photo and the written profile. There were a few 'first contact' dates, however, that were a bit of a surprise, like the Captain's. Now, I have no problems with dating a heavier woman, but if she described herself as 'fit' then she lied, and that's a deal-breaker. Even 'average' would have been aceptable (to a point). The issue is not one of weight, but of honesty. Then there was the one lady who obviously used a 10-year old photo of herself. I didn't recognize her at all when we met in person.
  • What would've saved me unnecessary travel was an "I lock my dogs up in small pens all day long" checkbox. Grrrrr.
  • > Not that cost is a big deal, as long as you stay off the IM they charge per im? wow, that could get expensive.
  • Not per IM as such, but for each IM session. 6 credits for a 20 minute session, or 12 for an hour. Trouble is -- when you start, do you know how long you're going to be on? The scary part is that there's an instant credit purchase button, so if the meter's running out, you can jack up more credits on your, uh, credit card, and keep that IM going. The email option is much better -- 6 credits to start that email chain, which can go on forever. Plus, it has the bonus of allowing people time to think about what they're saying, and either respond or reject without the awkwardness of doing in an IM session. I'd think, anyway.
  • (Lookit me -- one date, and all of a sudden, I'm the big expert...)
  • OK, I just checked into the segregated gmail account I've set up for all this -- and it turns out that match.com has really strict perameters for what can be set as an opening line. Seems as though I've gotten my last TWO submissions rejected, for failing their imagined suitability requirements. (The same lines passed over at lavalife.) The first one was simply saying that I was looking for a soubrette, or failing that, someone who at least knew what a soubrette was. Admittedly, I was in a bad mood at the time, and it was a little snarky. So I changed it the next day, to "so you were over Oveur, and I was under Dunn?". Apparently, Dr. Phil has issues with vocabulary, and Airplane II. I always knew there was something wrong with that guy -- and now we know what it is. HE'S A FUCKING FASCIST. AIRPLANE II IS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES EVAR. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK CHROME-DOME, PALLIE!!! For thirty bucks a month, I'd better be able to submit opening lines about horse buggery... Pfft. Reject me?!? I reject YOU!!! Fucker.
  • Yeah, you tell 'em Cap'n! *munches popcorn*
  • um, what does Dr. Phil have to do with match.com? *greatly fears answer*
  • I like any thread that connects the dots between Dr. Phil and horse buggery.
  • Dr. Phil seems to be a spokesman / hired gun / endorsement hack for match.com. I don't think he's done anything on it, aside slap his name on it, and walk away with giant bags with dollar signs on the side. It adds heavily to match.com's creep factor, Nigerian spam aside. I much prefer lavalife, or okcupid. Lavalife is a bit bland, but technically, it's miles ahead of the others. okcupid is a lot of fun, but it has a big problem with geography, for some reason. Thus, the search results are way off, locationwise. Also, it's a younger crowd. And it has no Dr. Phil, that Fascist fuck.
  • I believe the correct term is "fascist horse buggerer"
  • I am growing a bit concerned about the increasing number of references to horse buggery that I am coming across in these threads. Were this to continue, our beloved MoFo could become know merely as a haven for horse buggery postings, and even worse, some of our members could be singled out as known horse buggery afficionados. Let us keep in mind that buggery is in itself a heinous act that even those most perverse would refrain from practicing.
  • Yeah, I'm sort of over the horse buggery.
  • /yawn
  • O Captain Renault, My Captain Renault O Captain, my Captain, your fateful trip's begun, The emails sent to every desk, surprises fraught the fun, The sort you fear, with lies unclear, your people aren't supporting, So follow through on surer proof, with missives grim and daring, But O heart! Heart! Heart! O the bleeding hearts be damned, On the thread where Shirley lies, Fallen cold and slammed. O Captain my Captain, rise up and tap the wells, Stand tall--for your profile's flung--for you the market sells, For you, bouquets of pointless chains--for you the bores are crowding, For you they yap about their exes and dry up all the talking, Here captain! Dear Renault! Your hand smacked against forehead, It is some dream that lavalife, Is plagued by living dead? My captain cannot answer, his shrugging mind is still, My Renault will not falter though, to plentyofish's will, His chances late, to find a mate have met with grimness solemn, Heres to you and that you don't end like a Whitman poem, Breathe for now and send and send! And we'll stand idly by, The fateful trip cannot let slip, Into Ralph's horse buggery. --Wilt Chimpman
  • I am not perverse. I am differently sexual.
  • ))) to the InsulatedChamp! Well cribbed! And banana hats & other monkeythings (a stick for catching ants, perchance?) to our brave Capt. for taking us along on this great voyeurage. Wilkins! A tune!
  • "Don't you think Batman's cooler than Superman because he doesn't have super-powers to fall back on?" Let him be an expert. If a guy is reading something that you know about -- a newspaper story, a novel, or a comic book you remember fondly -- comment on it and let him show you how much he knows. "Hey, Handsome, don't you think John the Baptist is cooler than Jesus 'cause he isn't always talking about how great his Dad is? Oh, sorry, Father."
  • Nothing like a good ego stroke, yes.
  • And there's a lady in Buffalo who just winked at me. Yeah, but wait 'til you hear her accent...
  • Soo . . Friday night . . . the vibe of romance in the air . . . *looks around shiftily, shakes thread to knock updates loose*
  • OK, update. Emailed the lady in Buffalo, about four hours after she winked at me, and then I went off for the long weekend. Got back in today, and her profile is deleted. So, apparently, she joined that day, winked at a bunch of guys, and before the weekend was over, her problems were solved. And good on her. I sent out another email to a different girl on ll (business student, local), and I was a bit worried that she'd thought I'd abandoned everything over that long weekend. But, apparently, all is well, despite me having composed an email deep in the clutches of One Mean Hangover. (Note to self -- Ketel 1 is not a substitute for beer. Especially when one consumes six in a row. On a school night. And you have no idea how long it took me to type that just now, what, with the body chills and problems linking words together good.) Grammar and spelling errors are working against her, though. And I'm sick of seeing 'LOL' everywhere. Enough of that. It's done already. But for a bit of an aside, spent the long weekend in Montreal, where every fifth woman on the street is one you'd give your right arm for. It seems as though the Captain's mojo was definitely working, as girls were checking me out left, right, and centre -- including one who winked as she was jogging past on the mountain. A fly-by winking! Nice. And although women in Montreal are a great deal more relaxed and open than their southern-Ontario counterparts (shocking, I know), it went a long way for ego-affirmation, which has sufferred under the Drought. Satisfying to know that the Drought may not have resulted from a deficiency on my part, but rather from an unappreciation by the women I'm encountering in town. If I'm interesting to women in Big League Montreal, who are generally more sophistimicated and stylish than in St. Kitts, I must be doing something right -- even if it's not responded to. Not that it helps relieve the Drought in any way other than ego affirmation, but still.
  • Grammar and spelling errors are working against her, though. And I'm sick of seeing 'LOL' everywhere Ouch! Woman, get thee to a grammary!
  • LOL
  • j'aimerais bien qu'elles toutes pourraient être montrealaise...
  • Just as an aside, winking means something a tad different to horsepeople...
  • do tell!
  • Yeah, GranMa! Tell us a story! Just saw a profile where the girl misspelled 'inside'. She made it into two separate words. Nice. Spelling and grammar seem to be big challenges on Lavalife -- a lot of women say that they are 'independant', for example. I'd say it has something to do with the lack of spellcheckers on the site -- but it should be easy enough to cut and paste from another source, right? The business student is OK on spelling, but has a problem with contractions. She leaves out apostrophes. Each and every time. There's a little grammar nazi in the back of my head screaming, but so far, I've been able to ignore him.
  • Don't do it. That misspelling now will force you into committing horrendous crimes later.
  • On the in side the sun still shines, lol.
  • Spelling and grammar seem to be big challenges on Lavalife -- a lot of women say that they are 'independant', for example. Perhaps it's because they are French ... from Montréal even ;-) The reference is grammatical, not political!
  • Yep, lots of French people have trouble with spelling and grammar.
  • Spelling and grammar seem to be big challenges on Lavalife That's nothing. Go on Craigslist's "casual encounters" section and count all of the people looking for a "discrete" relationship.
  • *sees user "teh_bone1" looking for "discrete" relationship, runs and tells Spacekitty*
  • Narc.
  • St. Kits, you say?
  • Grammar may be something to watch for; I find that people I get on with usually have similar grammar to myself, and it is an indictation of similar age, education and culture. For all the people who say that "opposites attract", a psychologist friend of mine says that actually, people get on best with people like themselves and, anecdotally, this seems to be true. I (along with everyone else) do wish you the best of luck, but don't be afraid to be picky. You want to find someone smart and interesting and fun to be with, not just anyone. I'm actually fascinated myself with dating websites, though I've never gotten to use them. But the profiles are so frustrating - they usually tell you next to nothing about what the person's interests are. If I were looking, or being looked for, I would want to know/share what books I liked to read, what(specifically) I liked to do for fun, that I like ride on whirly things in playgrounds and I have delusions of being an amateur photographer. But most of what people seem to write is that they like to do "fun" things.(rolleroasters? or steam tunnel exploration? There's a big difference.) So I guess my only advice (perhaps not good, and completely untested) would be to be very specific in your profile. You're more interesting than many people, and your profile should reflect that. (I would be attracted by the fact you are a lawyer for example, because that means you are probably able to speak well. Are you a barrister, or solicitor?) The downside to being very specific in a profile would be that you would have fewer responses, but I would hope that they would be from more interesting people. And smarter people - I've been sort of euphemistic with the "interesting" bit, but to be honest, people here are smarter than average, and you will want to find someone who is as intelligent as you are. But also the same level of quirkyness. I knew I had a good thing with my husband when we spent half of our first day together looking for an old lighthouse on Centre Island in Toronto. (We never did find it - the Islands have grown so much out into the lake that it is now on the inland side, in a lagoon. It's fascinating.)
  • JB: rolleroasters? Is this like a rotisserie kind of thing? Pretty kinky
  • "...you will want to find someone who is as intelligent as you are. Mwah... thanks, jb! Update: I deactivated my match.com account. It's an amazing process, just trying to delete the account -- they throw up so many roadblocks, with surveys designed to pull you back into Dr. Phil's clutches. Overall, it was expensive, nothing was happening, and there was a complete lack of talent in my area. Plus, the search functions were lousy -- the default setting is to take you back to your very first search, which is useless. Plus, it didn't seem to want to accept my criteria of no-kids. It would come up under the matches, but I couldn't search with that qualifier. Meanwhile, over on lava, the chain with the business student is continuing, and it's becoming more meh. Plus, she's heading into exams, and then it's off to Europe for two weeks. Sent off an email to a woman who smiled at me a little while ago -- I held off because my schedule has been pretty wonky lately -- she read my killer email, and deactivated her account with no response. I'm just that good, baby!
  • *winks* *awaits killer email*
  • you didn't happen to e-mail bernockle recently, did you cap'n?
  • Oh, no. You didn't call him a "mountain of a man", did you?
  • Guys, I swear, it wasn't me. I've never called Bernockle a 'mountain of a man' to his face ever.
  • JB: rolleroasters? Is this like a rotisserie kind of thing? Pretty kinky posted by BlueHorse at 04:05PM UTC on April 19, 2006 That's why I never should mention grammar. Everytime I'm in a discussion on spelling or grammar, I make some silly mistake. :)
  • My favourite mistake on lava is people writing that they're looking for someone who will "compliment my life". My stars, what a beautiful life you have!
  • tee hee!
  • so the people on lavalife are fishing for complements, aren't they?
  • Beats phishing.
  •          _         //|        // |       //  |      //   |     //    |    //     |   //      |  //       | //        | /         |            |           ¿ wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww     A∕B               B∕A          C − (A ∩ B)  =  (C − A) ∪ (C − B)
  • (Oops -- thanks, Orange Swan! Tee hee!)
  • Captain, a hint: nix the "tee hee". Women just don't want a man who "tee hee's".
  • Oh, like anyone reads this thread...
  • Not me! Tee hee!
  • Teh he?
  • I think we're hoping for teh she.
  • Capt. Renault, I swear I posted that comment BEFORE I knew you'd actually made that mistake in your profile.
  • Now, Swan, you could have played that so much better...
  • I think I heard a scarf drop.
  • Update: Sent out a date-proposing email to the business student about six hours ago. She's read it, but hasn't responded. Admittedly, it's a bad situation, in that she's in exams for the next while, and immediately after finishing, she's off to Europe for two weeks. So it was an odd suggestion, saying that 'I know you're busy now, perhaps something later', but we'll see. Also, she asked for hobbies, and I let slip that I build model airplanes, when really, I should keep that between me and my fellow nerds. On another front, it turned out that the local grad student whom I sent the killer email to did in fact respond before she terminated her profile -- I just didn't see it. So, I'm trying to get a regular email chain going, but there's nothing yet. I was distracted in the last little while by a girl in my night class -- natural redhead with skin the colour of frozen chicken, a combination which has long been the Captain's Kryptonite. Nothing seemed to hook, until I ran into her at Short Hills, and then things flipped in a major way. Anyway, things were looking positive, suggested a beer, and she said she had to go home to be with her negelected BF instead. But she asked for my number regardless, and punched it in her cell. Which leaves two options -- the dreaded Friend Zone, or me having to become an asshole of the first order. More so than I am on a professional basis, I mean. (But this is all incidental to the internet dating thread, and #1 is probably ticked that this is really becoming the Captain's Blog, which I swear was never my intent. Really.)
  • Captain, a couple of dating tips for you right there on the Short Hills site: - show respect; tread lightly. - pack out what is packed in. Sort of at odds with each other, but they must know what they are talking about.
  • Look Captain Renault, I appreciate your situation, but these men deserve wanton descriptions of the sweaty webcammed netherregions of online dating and by God you're going to give it to them! They've come too far subsisting on quid's corpse and grog to turn back now, so let fly with the regalia! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a pointless online exercise to complete. *sniffs, adjusts hat, walks off staggeringly*
  • natural redhead with skin the colour of frozen chicken, a combination which has long been the Captain's Kryptonite Paging Miss Swan...Miss Orange Swan, please return to room 11309...
  • Skin the colour of frozen chicken?! Humph. I much prefer the term "glow-in-the-dark-white".
  • ...natural redhead with skin the colour of frozen chicken, a combination which has long been the Captain's Kryptonite. I'll have what he's having.
  • Capt. Renault is doing online dating a great service here. And I have never considered a frozen chicken sexy before. Thanks, I think.
  • Well it's got me thrown out of Asda a few times, I can tell ya!
  • Well, I got a response to my invite email with the business student. We'll be doing something once her exams are over, and she returns from Europe. However. She also opened up her backstage. Once again, the body type description of 'average' seems to have been stretched to the limits, much like her jeans. Ten pounds of potatoes in a five pound bag, so to speak. And she's got a tattooed boob. I think I'm pretty much committed, unless something can happen in the meantime. Oops. Again, I made a wrong extrapolation. The one headshot I saw, I knew she'd be a little plump, and hey, that's fine. But she's not of 'average' weight. Well, she would be in Orlando, maybe... And, like before, this isn't so much a body-type thing as it is an honesty thing. On the grad student front, she's not yet responded.
  • Rather than a plant this time, here's what to bring along on this date, Cap'n.
  • "tattooed boob" = "tattoob."
  • I am lithe and svelt, Capt, and willing to open up my backstage. Only twenny dollar!
  • I've only got a ten. So does that mean, like, halfway?
  • Means you can come into the wings, but the dressing room's off-limits.
  • I understand there is sex in the champagne backstage room?
  • Means you can come into the wings hey hEY HEY! I just cleaned them wings!! @#$%^!. . . Don't worry Cap'n, you'll have plenty of time to parry the tattoob.
  • I had to share this profile I found -- a local girl whom I have no intention of emailing, but I couldn't let this just slip into the vacuum of the internets: "Call me old fashioned, but If I can meet a guy for the first time and have those butterflies in my stomach...the first kiss...then maybe we are off to a good start. This lady would like to get cozy with a guy that wants to spend time with his lady. Shyness is not in my nature when it comes to knowing what I want in life. I have always been told that I have a great smile. Just one of my best qualities. If you looking for a companion to have good conversation over dinner or coffee and few good laughs than this is the lady to ask out on a date! Most of the time I lead a healthy lifestyle, but I enjoy a wine cooler on occasion. I am convinced that there is a guy out there that.. has imprefections, doesn"t always say the right thing at the right time or sometimes forget those special dates...but deep down he still cares for his lady! If you think that you that might have some of these qualities, break the silence and meet [NAME REMOVED FOR HER OWN PROTECTION]!" A wine cooler, eh? Maybe if that were a cooler of wine, we'd be off somewhere, eh, lady?
  • Mmm, wine crullers...
  • Chardonnay-filled? Shiraz-bits?
  • Amontilladonuts.
  • Update: After not hearing anything from the grad student, an email chain has now been established. Turns out that she is, like the Captain's last ex, a pastry chef. I'll ask her about the Amontilladoughnuts.
  • Chocolate eclaret.
  • Whiskeyclair?
  • If she's also a pasty chef, she'll be your dream girl!
  • True -- I do like the pasties, ever since viewing that one scene in The Graduate at a too-impressionable age -- but how'd you know that?
  • Tracicle: Please change the name of the thread to "Capt. R Dating Blog". All in favor?
  • 'natural redhead with skin the color of frozen chicken' is the first thing in my entire life that has made me feel tan. natural blonde-redhead with skin the color of raw, but not frozen, chicken
  • One please. okay, two.
  • Tracicle: Please change the name of the thread to "Capt. R Dating Blog". I'm the first to admit that this has become a blog, but it was never my intention for this thread to be such. I put up the original Curious George, and people wanted updates, and I put them up, and then it all got way out of hand. Should #1 put out a Cease and Desist, no problem over here. This thread isn't really what MoFi is meant to supply.
  • I'm quite enjoying it.
  • WHAT!!!! This isn't what MoFi is meant to supply???!!! WE WILL TELL YOU what MoFi is meant to supply, mon Capitain. One can only quote from the bard Costanza himself: "You ask me to have lunch, tell me you slept with Elaine, and then say you're not in the mood for details. Now you listen to me. I want details and I want them right now. I don't have a job, I have no place to go. You're not in the mood? Well you get in the mood!" Get with the PROGRAM here, Renault!
  • I was going to say you could create a blog to do all this, but a) it's probably been done before and b) if word got out, you might have a problem. It's entertaining, and if it were someone else in the [ahem] blogosphere, we'd probably have linked to it by now anyway.
  • Wine cool-her? Sounds like a pre-vert to me. Send her the 'killer email' right now. If she Roller Derbys too, I'll fight you for her. Ten dollar!
  • OK, everyone find a good link about dating, so we can MoFi the thread back up!
  • I don't know if this qualifies as a dating link or not, but I am pleased to report we have risen to Google's #1 spot for horse buggery. my job here is done.
  • *hangs head in shame
  • May I present How Online Dating Works. I love that URL, it' says "People! How Stuff Works! Online Dating!
  • One of the basic human impulses is to develop a romantic relationship –- and maybe even fall in love I'm pretty sure the basis human impulse is to get laid. the romantical stuff is just a way of keeping it handy ;)
  • B...b...b...but Capt! I love you!!!
  • kit, you should've got it all signed and on paper before you guys went backstage. that's the whole point of the pre-nookial agreement.
  • pre-nookial agreement! can we have that depicted in ascii??? PULLEEEEEEZZZZEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • I am dumbstruck by the perfidity of the duck
  • Per-nookial is just so UTTERLY Monkey!
  • Update: From the business student: "My son (don't think I told you this yet, but hopefully it isn't an issue) has a project he has do to for school about a member of the community, so I think we are going to tour the fire station." No, you didn't tell me. And yes, it is an issue. This is what profiles are for, to let people know who you are, and what you're looking for. This could have been mentioned much, much earlier. And yeah, I realize that not wanting to date a woman with a preexisting family situation is a bit scuzzy on my part, but, well, them's the breaks. (Interested in kids, interested in having kids -- but they're going to be MY kids. Sorry.) Have to get a ditching email out there, I think. Ouch.
  • Not scuzzy at all. You have to be honest about your wants/needs. Scuzzy of her not to mention it in her profile.
  • i agree that it's not scuzzy in the least on your part, cap'n. she should've been more up front about it. *revises section 17, subsection 9, paragraph 3 of the pre-nookial agreement to clarify expectations re crotch fruit*
  • the kids thing is a major issue. its stupid of her not to put it in her profile or mention it right away and fine for you to call a deal breaker. I ended my two previous-to-meeting-mr.-medusa relationships in part because the men involved suddenly decided they wanted widdle babies when I'd made it very clear that is not part of my life plan.
  • Not to mention how unfiar it would be to said bratling to have Mom get involved with a man who turned out not to be interested. Better for her to have laid all that on the table right from the getgo.
  • Not to mention the fact that in Canada, if a fella takes up with a woman that has a child and later they split up, if the woman can show that they lived together for any period of time and were therefore in a common-law relationship, even though the child was not his, the man is responsible for child support for said kiddo until he/she is 18. So, fuck that.
  • He is also given visitation rights to said kiddo, so it works both ways. In my dating searches, I looked specifically for women with kids. Since I had a couple of my own, I wanted someone who understood the dating-with-kids ramifications. I still dated a few who didn't have any, and even though they said they were ok with it, it was obvious that they weren't.
  • I sent out the thanks-but-no-thanks email, and she replied no problems, no hard feelings -- and that she wanted to get this out of the way early. Could have been a bit earlier, maybe in the profile? Save us both some time, and me a few credits? Aah, but then there wouldn't have been the ego-stoking...
  • I don't know if this qualifies as a dating link or not, but I am pleased to report we have risen to Google's #1 spot for horse buggery. Not entirely true. We're link number one AND NUMBER TWO! GO MoFi!!!
  • w00000000t!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!1111!!!!
  • So it's all been worthwhile. El Basho must be very proud of us.
  • Just wait until your GramMa gets home . .
  • Just got 'wooed' on okcupid by a nice girl in Johannesburg. Which, if memory serves, is even further away from me than Cobourg. But she's travelling to Bahrain in a little while -- maybe we could meet up there...
  • Don't trust those filthy SA strumpets. no-one loves you like i do
  • Indeed. And my doctor says I'll never be able to love anyone like that ever again...
  • I begin to think you are over-looking the one real obstacle in yr life to true romance: you need to move to some place where other people actually live capt!
  • That's a pain in the ass.
  • I seem to have gotten myself into an email chain with this SA girl. I relied on my natural abilities to repulse women, but apparently, it's not taking. I am quite amused by her profile, though: "Actually a simple farm girl come to the big city... Yeah right, she says between her banshee giggles, slam me like a door! This alien baubled, fuchsia furred head ranges from moody fairy-witch to picking her toes in a Degas frame of intimate sunshine to sticking her tongue up her nose as a party trick. Of course, you won’t get away without having her throw the word “post-modern” or “projection” at you or sadistically picking a play argument or tickling you with a tease. On the forward moving artwork of life (and everything else) she says, “I like it, I like it a lot.”" Qu'est-ce fuck? And 'slam me like a door' is so the newest addition to my vocabulary.
  • slam me like a door! *hurriedly phones T-shirt manufacturers* Survey says . . . . drugs! *ding!* More fun than a bucket full o' clams! And thank you, no!
  • I went out with a fuchsia furred head once.
  • she sounds fun...
  • Any strumpet who says "slam me like a door" is, in my estimation, worthy of a long weekend in Bahrain, moody fairy-witch or no. it's totally daisy_may, you know. Any imbecile can see that.
  • That would be so funny. In a postmodern ironic sense, of course. But still, so funny.
  • Well, shut me like a drawer, she sounds fun!
  • Well I'll be polished like a floor! I'm pretty sure I'd hate her on sight.
  • Orgasm me like a collection of genitalia, I'm thinking, "she's the one..." ...night stand.
  • I'm with kit here ... she sounds like a twit to me ...
  • Yeah, she'd probably repeat herself ad infinitum on some inane matter that couldn't be comprehended from its randomness by normal or super genius standards thinking she's so smurt, accidentally. Speaking of that, isn't interjecting pomo the same thing as sadistically picking a play argument? Hello, boring! O wait, was she trying to be clever!? Don't care. And art school was fun? Great. Is my watch broken? Mm-hmm, so you made a sculpture out of dog shit in the shape of Bush and called it Hegemony Through Consent? How drôle, can you pass me that razorblade? Still, I'm not saying I wouldn't bang her. Yet. Just kidding, I'd love to meat(sic) her.
  • Could have been a bit earlier, maybe in the profile? Save us both some time, and me a few credits? Aah, but then there wouldn't have been the ego-stoking... Did she check the "prefer not to say" option on the "have children" question in her profile? I always assume everything but the "have none" option means the person has children - and that the "prefer not to say" option means he not only has children but is dissembling about it.
  • This was all done in the 'Dating' section, where there's no mention of kids in the personal details check box thingies. If she had a profile in the 'Relationships' section, I didn't check it. Email chain with the grad student seems to have slowed, but she was impressed that I referred to (and own) Paderno cookware. Pastry chef's seal of approval. SA froot-loop seems to have disappeared. Just for the heck of it, I did a search on okcupid where I reset the distance at 1,000 miles from myself. My hobby Teleportation Program has now been restarted in earnest. There are a LOT of clever, interesting women out there -- just nowhere near me. Gah.
  • like I said before... so seriously, do you live in a really small town in a galaxy far far away? I mean I know its Canada but they have cities there....don't they? /kidding
  • St. Catharines is about 150,000. Add to that the Falls, Thorold, and the other towns around here, that's what -- a quarter mil? Hamilton, about forty minutes from St. Kitts, has around 300,000. There's way more possibilities out in the Hammer than in St. Kitts and area. I went through St. Kitts' twelve lavalife pages, at twelve ladies a page, meaning that there's only a gross of profiles for my own city. No es bueno. Lots of profiles for Buffalo, but, yeah, well, no. Expanding the search brings results from the cocentric suburban hells of Burlington, Oakville, Mississauga, and then opens up into Toronto, which has real possibilities, only we're now looking at an hour and a half drive each way. A relationship-distance I've done, and am loathe to do again.
  • You mean on the online dating things Cap'n - don't forget to also cherchez les femmes on your daily outages. Ings. Outings.
  • There's also a dance at the Fergus Legion this Friday night, Captain. Euchre afterwards.
  • That your city is bigger doesn't always guarantee better chances. You may reside in a humongous sprawl and feel like an alien, surrounded by strange people. Sometimes you end up, like some jokingly suggested here, crossing oceans and continents for brief moments of joy. And later, all by chance, some chicken-fleshed beauty crosses your path on your daily commute and you both think, "just were where you? What took you so long?" Oh well. It's the only game worth playing. 'Slam me like a door'... Aah, this entire thread is so full of worthy quotes, I'm too exhausted to even list them...
  • I have a feeling St Kitts is definitely going to be Lurve Central. Look again. *waives hand like the Jedi Master he is*
  • Euchre is tres romantic. Partners, hearts, bowers...
  • Yes, but it also includes "going it alone"....
  • I think that's a different online thing, RTD.
  • how about a game of "filthy euchre"?
  • Just got smiled at on ll by a woman in Kitchener-Waterloo (2hrs) who had this as her profile: "The thin fall sunlight penetrated the tall panes of glass, blinding but without warmth. She’d always thought the sunshine didn’t look but actually *felt* different in the city, it had not a visible but a palpable coolness. Perhaps the sunlight in the city was guarded, self-restraining, like many of the people in it. Afraid to shine, if you will. The petite, short-haired brunette adjusted her dark-framed glasses and straightened her skirt. Her kitten heels clacked against the marble floor (the sound that always reminded her of teachers in the hallway in elementary school, and made her feel grown-up) as she walked across the lobby to take a seat. There was, after all, no need for nervous pacing. She’d done this before. And she’d been told more than once that her confidence was the first thing people noticed about her, even though inside she usually felt nervous for the first 5 minutes or so. While her experiences had been both good and bad, she had no regrets – there was always something to learn from it. She knew she could be very forthright in her interactions with men, and even if it came across as blunt at times, most appreciated her honesty. On one hand, she knew that first impressions mattered. She often had gut instincts about men, and said to herself “maybe I’m judging too quickly, I’ll give him a chance”….but her initial instinct turned out to be correct after all. On the other hand, she knew that the “first impression” she gave, while being completely true to herself, did not tell the whole story about her (how could it, for anyone, for that matter?) So with others, she remained open-minded, yet attentive to signs and signals. She saw a man looking around, who looked like a moving, breathing version of the photo. Perhaps she’d best go introduce herself." Hmm. Also, as I was about to kick out of work yesterday, I got caught on the okcupid IM by the girl in Johannesburg. Just before that, there was an email that said: "But what hit me was that I have never seen somone put Caravaggio in as a favourite. it made me want to go update my profile, but thought that would by like that 90s thriller SWF. Have you heard the tv on the Radio song Netti Fritti?" Again, qu'est-ce que fuck? The IM conversation was even more bizarre. The comparison graphs shows that she's way more into drugs than I am -- and I have no doubt of that whatsoever. I need those drugs. I want those drugs.
  • Monkeyfilter: Qu'est-ce que fuck?
  • She sounds like a pretentious twat who would ruin any drug you chose to take with her. Want me to 'take her out' for you. I can, you know. The other one sounds OK. You have my permission to smile back.
  • *hopes this novel has a happy ending*
  • Yeah i like the other one too Cap'n. Return smile seconded. Although reading that profile made me think I'd possibly go nuts trying to figure out online dating profiles, specifically my own. Overthinking, how do I know thee? I shall mull this over a fuji apple. All will be revealed, undoubtedly.
  • MonkeyFilter: All will be revealed, undoubtedly
  • I'm in K-W right now, Cap'n. Get more info and I'll check 'er out for ya! ...if you know what I mean...
  • My wife is in K-W right now, and I'm not sure I like where this is going...
  • *throws chair at Geraldo*
  • Ralph - you're local? I had no idea!
  • tuning into the latest exciting installment of captain renault's intrepid internet encounters, he considers voting for the one who clacks kitten heels. he has no idea what kitten heels are and, truth be told, is somewhat concerned about those who refer to themselves in the third person. nevertheless, he decides that he finds the approach somewhat refreshing and says "go for it, captain!"
  • Monkeyfilter: She’d done this before
  • Update: Stuck at work on a fucking Saturday, and already I'm procrasting by adding this update. All quiet in the Captain's fronts. I gave story-lady a nice compliment on her inventive profiles, and asked what happens next in her story, wink wink. No response. No response from the sassy lady I sent an email to back on the 24th, but she hasn't even logged in since then. Girl from the Falls on okcupid responded initially, then dropped off. Presumably, Johannesburg girl has ODed somewhere. Sorry, fellow monkeys. I'll try to do better, but right now, it's drying up. Which isn't the worst thing, I suppose, as work is really demanding my full attention right now. Or should be, anyway.
  • The calm before the storm...
  • Wimmen. S'posed to be so good for ya.
  • I hate to be the dissenting vote, but I suspect story-lady will always live in her own little version of reality. And that she may be on the jazz. And I don't know what you're trying to say about my homegirls in Buffalo--"Lots of profiles for Buffalo, but, yeah, well, no."--but I'm not sure I like your tone. I may have to ask you to step outside! On second thought, they are mostly pretty horrible.
  • I think he just means they're too far away. The Capt. seems to have this "thing" about "distance". Men, eh?
  • Update: The girl in Johannesburg has sent this reply email, after a little break. Haven't finished running it through my Enigma machine, though. We were carrying on something like a conversation relating to Caravaggio. "Unfortuantely art never quite matches up to the multiple nuances of chance that realise themselves in real life, which is needed for art to become didactic. In fact, if it did, I profer, that art would become propaganda. The depth of art lies in its abilities to be almost as complex as life. Today I dumped my "boyfriend". It was so inconsequential and untouching. That was the thing: I felt such complete and utter indifference about him that I begrudged him when he actually tried to hook up. And he didn't fuck enough. But this is the thing: The trigger was him wanting me to wash the dishes, his dishes, while he sat in his garden. It was at that point that I knew. And sure there are various emotions, thoughts, half-hearted irritations and disagreements that welled up into that moment. But what made that moment the final moment is opaque. Everyone leaves a lot of intentionality to mechanisms, everyday. Bigger mechanisms than a 124bit computer. And often it is those chance meetings that linger. Certainly longer than what I did last tuesday, which was the same as the previous tuesday and the previous tuesday before that... Fuck when I think about it, I can't even remember what I do on Tuesdays. So, look up Netti Fritti. It's this monty python-like ditty sung by TV on the Radio on their album OK Computer. A song they claim Seamus Vidilago wrote to Caravagio and his new wife before Caravagio beat him to death." Also got a response to my email to the girl in the Falls, and it's more or less a caretaker email, just holding places while not revealling anything. LL remains quiet -- storygirl hasn't responded, and the other girl from the Falls that I've emailed hasn't logged on since the 24th, and that email remains unopened.
  • jesus, that girl makes my hangover worse!
  • Monkeyfilter: Everyone leaves a lot of intentionality to mechanisms, everyday.
  • What an amazing twit!
  • May I please translate her letter? "Feed my ego - it's never full."
  • *Barely manages to control wild urge to coax Johannesburg woman's email from the Capt.* Monkeyfilter: she may be on the jazz. Monkeyfilter: I can't even remember what I do on Tuesdays
  • That Jo-burg lady needs a dry slap.
  • *imagines said slap* Oh, please stop it.
  • No, don't, stop
  • To further add insult to idiocy, Jo-jo should have looked over her facts a little closer: TV on the Radio's album was OK Calculator, Radiohead's album was OK Computer. Furthermore, my pretension meter is going through the roof with the mention of this album which was only released during shows (less than five hunmdred copies exist, so I've been told) and through self promotion because they had no record label at the time. They are now on the "independant label" Touch and Go Records. Touche, Touch and Go you "independant label," you. It's nice of her to mention how difficult it will be to find this track without lucking out on an internet P2P download to you. Methinks she is trying to make you run her gauntlet or rat-race. Man, I loath these "reverse-pretentious" wastes of the beautiful gift of life.
  • Hunmdred is how you pronounce "a few" with a mouth full of horse-talker. Independant is how you spell independent when you are angry, hence the "a." Loath is how I am to spell loathe.
  • CaravagGio didn't beat anyone to death. He killed Ranuccio Tomassoni in a sword fight. Thus his flight from Rome and downward spiral. I've got an airmail package of dry slaps here if anyone can spare the postage.
  • Independ-ant is a member of the family Formicidae who's left the colony.
  • Update: Things are still quiet. Which is fine with me -- my work situation is toxic right now, and my social skilz are lacking as a result, meaning that it's best that I not be internet-dating-agressive in my current sourpants mood. I emptied my ll mailbox of all the old messages, not realizing that seeing "Mail -- 0" isn't too inspiring. Oops. Sent email to the girl in the Falls is still without a response, as she hasn't logged on since the 24th. Story girl hasn't responded either, and presumably won't. I haven't responded to Jo-burg girl. I can't believe I sat there thinking "OK Computer -- I didn't realize Radiohead stole somebody's else's title." When they DIDN'T. And that I couldn't remember enough details from that massive Caravaggio bio I read a couple years back to call her out on her shit. Girl in the Falls hasn't responded to my last email, which was composed during my current foul mood, so no wonders there. Plus, she's a fair bit younger, matching statistics aside. Nevertheless, still poking around, and I found a beaut of a profile for some new woman in town, who is demanding someone who is at least six feet tall, to her 5'1". As she likes a taller man. Which, at 5'1", I thought would include the vast majority of men, but hey. She also has multiple mentions of how she is looking for honesty, appreciates honesty, isn't into head games, etc., etc., and then winds up her profile with this: "P.S... if this is my ex, still checking up on me... this is me... not waiting for you!!" Seems like someone isn't quite ready to get back in the dating pool. Too bad I don't meet the height requirement -- maybe there could have been some revenge sex...
  • Built-up shoes are a horny lawyer's friend... Ack! What am I saying? The Capt is MINE I tell you! MINE!!!
  • Oh, I'm 6' 2", BTW...
  • She's obviously looking for a large feller to go beat up her ex for her. Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting "Well, shoot, Ma'am, a course I'll take care of the varmint fer ya! Ya say he's a little feller? He's even got "Little" in his name? Aw, dangnabbit, I gotta beat up my own brother?"
  • Stay on target . . .
  • If it's any consolation, Capt.
  • ??
  • *Puts quarters loonies in the Capt. Renault Love Tester machine* C'mon Weekend Update! *ding* *ding* *ding* "Cold Fish"?? What th'?! *attacks machine*
  • I don't know if it consoled the Capt., but it did console me greatly.
  • Capt - ask Lara out, I think she likes you. I would, but I live thousands of miles away.
  • yeah! and she'll fart on your feet...KIIIIIIINKEE!
  • Am I missing something? I don't get this consolation bit at all, I'm afraid. I think it's because I'm not drunk enough yet.
  • I guess it isn't any consolation... well, at least I tried...(wait, did I?)
  • Update: The emails sent out on ll have still gone unresponded to, the one from the 24th, and the one from last week. They haven't even logged on to see that they're there. Local girls seem not to be even checking their accounts lately, which may have something to do with this beautiful weather we're having, love in the air, blah blah blah. Nothing is happening on OKCupid, but I didn't stick around today. Saw that Jo-burg girl was online at that very moment, and I found myself yelling 'RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!' in a way I haven't since I was playing Civ. 1, and my veteran musketeers were being slaughtered by Mongol militia.
  • *starts scratching and biting at right-hand that's trying to mail Capt. for Jo-burg Girl's info*
  • Go for it, Flaggy! And then please post resulting hilarity here!!
  • I promised myself I wouldn't do this, Flaggy, but here goes: Jo-burg girl is under 'pealip' on okcupid -- but you didn't hear it from me. Fav writer is Michel Houellebecq, whom I always thought was overrated. Self-indulgent low-quality porn, quasi-racist ramblings, and dull characters set within an uninteresting plot. But hey, that's me. Photo is blurry, but not unattractive.
  • That couldn't have gone in an email? What is this, a washroom wall? So now we all get to google the woman - won't she be pleased with you if she discovers this!
  • ...and yes that *is* a blurry photo!
  • "Hi there! My friend is totally not into you, but he thinks you're the kind of girl I'd go for. So, how 'bout it?"
  • "That couldn't have gone in an email?" *slaps forehead*
  • Look, she's a pretentious twat in over-large gigs. She deserves everything she gets. I would say 'unattractive'.
  • No, no private emails! That'd be like keeping your 5000 closest friends in the dark!
  • ...ginger... oh... Oh gosh, good thing she smokes, otherwise... *whew* Thank you for making me come back to my senses, Capt. And I know all monkeys will behave. Yes, they will. *opens blurry pic on pshop, applies unsharp mask filter and other voodoo* Damn, she looks like someone I know!
  • Nothing going on right now -- absolute zilch -- but I have to say I quite enjoy decoding or deconstructing profiles. Such as this one, from a local girl new to ll: "Where would we be without dreams?" In My Own Words I still go to bed every night dreaming of the day when I will finally find my prince charming. [I live in fantasy.] I don't expect a perfect man, as there's no such thing. [I'm willing to settle / I project my own failings on the larger world.] I just want someone that has a strong sense of self and values in life. [Take the lead, because I won't.] It's good to know what you want. [Because I don't.] Finding it is another story...... [I have no friends to set me up.] I want someone who makes me laugh, [Entertain me.] can be a listening ear when I've had a rough day, [Validate me.] or maybe just hold me and say nothing at all. [Live according to my whim.] I want to be able to do things for that special someone and know that he appreciates them. [My last boyfriend never complimented me on my brownies, even though I made them to counter my own depression.] I suppose I'm still an old fashioned girl in a modern world. [I won't put out.] P.S. I'd love to chat with you, but I don't have any credits right now. [Pay my way.] So message me and I'll get back to you. [If you've passed my tests.] I just love this shit...
  • She should have said "I won't put out" at the beginning...would've saved me some time.
  • I say you should give her a try. Then come back and tell us how well you did at reading her code.
  • Do I smell an entertaing magazine article? Maybe a book? '...in all the wrong places, or just hold me and say nothing at all: romance and relationships via the interweb, by Capt. Renault, PhD.' ... profit!
  • More like: Dr. Captain. And you can go on Oprah and get your own TV show and be another sleazebag selling fake bullshit pseudo-ways to be. "Fake bullshit" cancels each other out right?
  • I put out.
  • I dunno... "I want to be able to do things for that special someone and know that he appreciates them." might have a meaning entirely different...
  • If you mean what I think you mean, he'll appreciate it.
  • You're talking about a nice plate of egg and chips, right?
  • With bacon!
  • Beans? Bread and butter? I'm in love!!!
  • "Where have I been all your life?" In My Own Words I am interested in meeting one great guy! [As opposed to the shitload of lousy guys who hit on me at work.] My Ideal guy would be a real cutie, [You must be able to look at men the way I do as a woman.] (if you watch the TV show Grey's Anatomy, think Mr. Mc Dreamy. [I will make you fit my pre-existing ideals.] Hint - it's on Sunday night at 10pm) [I don't think so much of you as to expect you know how TV Guide works, even though I claim to want...] A guy with brains, a good conversationalist. [But not enough brains to clue in that he's just my sounding board.] Someone that can make me laugh [Entertain me.] and knows how to have fun. [Pleasure me and buy me stuff.] A guy that is sure of himself,[Takes the lead.] (confident not cocky) [Gives oral without being asked.] proud of his accomplishments in life [Suggar daddy.] but yet still making plans to better one self. [Fit my pre-existing model, and make me even more sugar.] If you think you fit the bill, [Can be made to fit without too much fuss.] I'd like to here from you. :) [I don't think so much of you as to be able to catch my grade-school mistakes.]
  • "Isnt life just to short not to have fun???" In My Own Words Ok so heres the deal, I needed a few days to think about what I wanted to write instead of what I wrote..So here goes... First of all let me start out by saying this is the internet, you need to remind yourself nothing happens overnight. [I don't put out.] May I also remind you that your expectations may be a little off then it would be in reality. [My photo is much better than I really am.] If your looking for the perfect woman/man there is no such thing unless they are an airbrushed picture in Vogue or Glamour. [I have low self-esteem, and may be a closet case.] Be yourself and be nice, have a little fun for a change. [I've met a lot of jerks on this thing.] Now with that being said ...on to me, I am the type of gal that looks for excitement, being spontaneous, like stealing that kiss in the middle of a conversation.[Or at least that's what I'd like to be.] I like a bit of a tease now and then. [I am that tease.] I love midnight conversations from how the day went to how the last episode of Sienfeld was. [I don't have substantive ideas.] I like people who are witty and can catch subtle hints. [Can read my mind.] No im not looking for a long term commitment but perhaps some long lasting fun. [Me tease you long time.] You need to be funny cause if you can't make me laugh then we are wasting our time even as friends. [Again, I don't put out.] Laughter can cure just about anything. Even if it is walking into a perfect stranger just to see what type of response you will get LOL. [I am borderline abusive.] I am clever witted, intelligent, and can be sensitive as any woman can. [I do not see myself as a woman.] Yes I have children but even moms need a great night out. Been called Milf, Playground, Snackpack and a Cougar. These terms are not what women wanna hear please refrain from using them. [I say these are insults, but I view them as compliments.] *You've been warned* LOL. [I'm the man here.] Well wanna know more all ya gotta do is ask. [Too cheap for credits.] Oh I forgot to tell ya...I love to line dance..LOL so if your up to a great night to shake your honkey tonk badonkeydonk...then lets go! [We do this my way.] If you want a reply be sure to post your pic. I like to put a face to the name. [Must judge you.]
  • I assume if you correct her grammar, spelling and punctuation and then send it back to her, then you're a "jerk" or something?
  • Maybe I should just use "I Don't Put Out" as my heading.
  • Laughter can cure just about anything. I'm laughing - how 'bout you? also: Snackpack?
  • badonkeydonk Is that like a Jackassass?
  • Okay, for the non-cool kids, here's some Urban Dictionary enlightenment: MILF: mothers, whether married, separated or divorced, that a male individual sees as physical (sic) attractive enough to want to have sexual intercourse with them. Playground: A sexual delight, someone who is good sexually or someone you know who would be good to have sex with. Snackpack: snackpack is undefined. Cougar: An older woman trying way too hard to look young. Usually heavy makeup and way too tan, sometimes orange. Generally has leathery, smoking damaged skin, short skirt, and may have obvious breast implants. pretty obvious why she would include this, right? Badonkeydonk: badonkeydonk is undefined. The preceding has been a public service of Captain's Courageous, a non-profit organization dedicated to vicarious living through the internet since 1996.
  • Maybe a badonkeydonk is some variation on horse buggery.
  • I'm pretty sure I dated that playground MILF cougar line-dancer. Not kidding.
  • Asked two people in my office what a "snackpack" was: best answer "Maybe she thinks she's made of pudding." There you have it!
  • Let us call her "Snackpack," and point out that she does not deny that these terms apply to her, but just that she does not like how they sound. In which case, this could be the older woman who will rock the Capt.'s world. I propose that "Snackpack" means that she is a glutton for all kinds of oral pleasure.
  • Capt. I am beginning to understanding your bachelor status! Here are all these nice girls, wholesome, sweet and available and what do you do? You mock them, put them down, project your own sick, pathetic, demoralized attitude on their innocent and straightforward communications. how do you expect to get laid with an attitude like that? HUH???
  • I once dated a lesbian (long story) who was nicknamed Skippy. Supposedly, she got the nickname from a resemblance to Skippy from Family Ties, but really, it was because she was 'creamy' and 'easy to spread'. I suspect 'Snackpack' may be something along the same lines, with spreadable cheeses and such, but, again, dunno. As for my cynicism preventing me from getting any, yeah. That's definitely a part of it. Back, waaaaay back, when I was even more of a smartass than I am now, I dated a girl who wanted to 'cure' me of my cynicism. She had a whole whack of problems on her plate -- a brain tumour that had to be removed and a metal plate attached to her head, a father who died when she was about ten, they lived in a house across the street from the hospital where all this went on, etc., etc. Anyway, she found it her mission to cure me of my negativity by relating every bad thing that happened to her, so my cynical outlook was entirely unwarranted, given that she'd gone through so many terrible things that I didn't have to. My mature response was to join her sister in taking advantage of her lack of peripheral vision to attach fridge magnets to her head. I've matured quite a bit since then. But I'm not there yet. One day, one day...
  • Not worth it, Cappy, please don't change...
  • Monkeyfilter: Gives oral without being asked
  • MonkeyFilter: shake your honkey tonk badonkeydonk
  • I saw 'snackpack' as referring to some kind of school packed-lunch treat, thus referencing her 'hotness' and her 'mom-ness'. I claim my $5.
  • A definite trend forming here...
  • OK, you guys. You don't know nuthin' about nuthin'. It all goes back to this girl's inability to spell: badonkadonk adj 1. used to described buttocks of exceptional quality and bounce. ("That girl has a serious badonkadonk butt.") I do think it telling that she refers to it as a badonkeydonk. Is that some ass pun we're just not getting?
  • Oh, there's an ass there allright, and it's the one who said of herself "I am clever witted", instead of, oh, idunno, "I'm witty." (Psst, Lara -- your profile's email don't seem to workin'. Where you at?)
  • Well, well, well. Lara, that clears everything up, as a further bit of surfing through the Urban Dictionary provides a link to the even more elusive... Honkey Tonk Bandonkadonk The badonkadonk of a white trash redneck girl or woman. These bootys can be seen at WalMart, Waffle House or the local line dancing country music bar. Country singer Trace Adkins immortalized them in his song of the same name. White crackers love to tap that ass after a few beers. Cletus and I went to The Round Up last night for a look at that honky tonk badonkadonk! So, lock & load, Cletus, we got us some bull ridin' to do. And WHATEVER you do, don't Urban Dictionary "badonkadonk". NSFW.
  • What's the Friday Report Cap'n? How's LL et. al. shaping up for weekendery canoodleage?
  • There's nuthin'. Completely flatlining. Which leaves me trawling at the bar again tonight. Hopefully, Julie the biology student is as hammered as she was last week. But I'm also taking the afternoon off, spending a bit of time at the Albright Knox, and they always have very nice ladies working the gift shop...
  • Yeah, I've decided I need to retool the profile in a pretty serious way -- new photo, especially. Whatever it is I'm doing, it's not making me stand out. Or maybe it is. Dunno. The other possibility is that it's not me after all, but the limited options. I'm going through a lot of profiles, and the vast majority of women don't say anything revealling at all, just the usual bland crap about how they like to laugh and cuddle on the couch and they're looking for a smart and funny person. Saying that you like to laugh tells me nothing. There has to be something in the profile I can latch onto, get an email chain going, and for the vast majority of profiles, there's nothing at all -- just 'message me, and we'll talk.' About what? Give me something to grab onto here... Didn't mean to rant, there. Sorry.
  • You know, I will bet that those women's profiles are bland because they don't know enough about themselves to write a decent profile. We are each at once our own worst critic AND an enigma in our own eyes. Tell you what, Cap'n try this: have someone else that knows you well write your profile and pick your photo. A woman preferably, a friend (platonic of course, otherwise the point is moot), a sister-in-law, or a cordial ex. Then post THAT to your profile, unedited (except for spelling and grammar), with the caveat "this was written not by the Cap but his sister-in-law Tureen Mae Badonkeydonk" or whoever wrote it. I wonder if you don't get more action on that, because if everyone's profiles are bland and full of crap? Then the likelihood is that everyone assumes that your profile is bland and full of crap. Break of out that mold, and I wager you'll get more attention.
  • Basically, a textual variation on the old "Chick Wingman" approach.
  • Hint: On LL, search lists are displayed in 'most recently posted' order. Take advantage of this by making slight edits to your profile every few days, keeping it at the top and therefore more visible.
  • Done and done. Thanks, r88!
  • Re: bland and full of crap profiles I would bet that online dating is such that most people only want to take and not give personally relevant details. For all the benefits, it also seems like a world-wide available profile is maybe too much visibility for most. Especially the attractive of the sexes. No, not just me - silly!
  • So, per Rocket, start out with "I'm a very great guy." Then every day, add a "very". Soon, they won't be able to resist :) Don't know what was wrong with my damned email. I just thought I wasn't getting mail 'cause everyone hated me...but I think is fixed.
  • I mentioned to my husband the other day what I thought I should say if I ever went to a speed dating night: I would say that I always like to put a sesame street or muppets track on mix CDs. Which is true, and would point out my more interesting/quirky side. And he said that he wouldn't have dated me, because I would have seemed like a Muppets obsessed weirdo. Then again, he said that if I had said "I want to marry Data" he would have snapped me up in an instant. Except, maybe I wouldn't want to date him, because he's not Data. He's much more like Jean-Luc Picard. Crossed with Wesley.
  • Don't give up, Capt, you're a real swell guy! There's gotta be a gal with your name on her somewhere out there. I'd date you myself, but you've got the wrong 'bits', sorry.
  • Of course the Capt. is a swell guy - the point is that online dating is a wild frontier where profiles are tweezed and credits are jockeyed in a cyber-love dance as ancient as dirt. Will Ms. Capt rise to the fore? Will there be shenanigans? Will the wackies outweigh the heartsofgold? Oh how long can cadet Stimpy hold out?! Only Time . . . will tell.
  • well I think mr. medusa and I are getting roped into hosting/mc-ing a speed-dating event as part of a fundraiser, so you could always hop on down to Berkeley and find some amazing hippy chick or freak to not be able to date cause its too far...I am such a downer :P good luck, mon capitaine!
  • wow, i go away for a while and there's 65 new comments. this thread rocks. snackpack is possibly from billy madison: Billy Madison: [shouting] Where's my snack pack? Juanita: You got a banana, you don't need no snack pack. ---------- Juanita: I thought I was your snack pack. (this last line is all over myspace, so maybe it's cool with the kids). the only vaguely relevant definition i could find suggested snackpack = lunchbox, which doesn't fit very well with other aspects of the candidate.
  • "Gentlemen - the lunchbox has landed" --The Full Monty
  • Update: A couple more emails have gone out, but there's still nothing coming back. But at least these are being opened and read, so that's progress. And what is it with girls mentioning Jack Johnson on their profiles? What is it with that guy? I don't know anything about him, but all those promo shots of him oh-so-casually playing the guitar barefoot, he seems like a massive, contrived twat. Rick Astley for 2006. In the real world, though, a couple of nice flirty moments this weekend. One at the Leonard Cohen show, with a lovely redhead, whom obviously had impeccable taste. Flirtation was complicated by a) the reappearance of her boyfriend, and b) me being there with Mother Renault. (Mother Renault had a small case of the vapours, brought on by an insurmountable combination of hot flashes AND Leonard Cohen. She's a tiny lady, and could only take so much...) And yesterday, as I was coming back from over the Ditch, a nice flirty moment with one of the young ladies at Canada Customs. (CC always hires a lot of students each summer, in numbers that are disproportionately blonde.) But the people behind me in line wouldn't have appreciated me dragging out the conversation, I'm sure. "What did you do?" "Sightseeing." "Where?" "Goat Island." "Did you see any goats?" "No! Not one goat!" I guess you had to be there.
  • Extraordinary disclosure moment: the lovely lady last april at, yes, Canadian Customs that eased my always creeeping paranoia at checkpoints. She was the most amiable, cheerful customs agent I've ever meet. Sheez, she even complimented on my jacket! And then wished me a good time and happy holidays. Gosh.
  • When I came back across the ditch last week I got the surly Quebecois with one tooth. He was neither cheerful nor blonde.
  • Monkeyfilter: maybe it's cool with the kids
  • Update: Just got smiled at by a local woman(no pics, backstage unopened) who says: "i love hanging out with a man i find attractive in all ways - intelligent, compassionate, warm, sweet, sensual, athletic and very attractive. how i'd like to spend my time with him? hanging out for a whole weekend - sleep, sex, good coffee, food, drink, conversation, books, movies, pillow fights, sex ... o, and whatever else we can get up to out of bed. But there's a small matter of her being forty-six. A scant fourteen years my senior. Sugar Mama, here I come!
  • Shall we revisit the term "cougar"?
  • Grrrrrr! Yeahhhh baby, yeeahhaaaahh!
  • I've heard stories about the sex drives of fortysomething ladies - might be worth a try!
  • Indeed.
  • Get. In. THERE!!!
  • She scares me, kit. Hold me.
  • Holee mackinolee! -- she's on the Dating, Relationship, AND Intimate Encounters section. Her profile from the latter: "i'm an intelligent, artistic, professional who is down to earth, sensual, romantic, and playful. my preference is for younger men who are very attractive, fit, and have a similar temperament. my recent relationships have been with very good looking competitive athletes in their 20's to give an idea of what i like." And she's willing to drive from here to Toronto OR OTTAWA to get it. Coo coo ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson!
  • Time to renew your gym membership, sport!
  • *puts on grey sweats, looks for meat locker*
  • I've heard stories about the sex drives of fortysomething ladies... Those stories are true. The fact that a woman's drive peaks at 40-something and a man's at 18 is the cruelest joke nature has every played...on both sexes.
  • Rocket88: My small sample of mid-forties women confirms that they can be HOT!
  • Whoa -- just got another smile, from a girl whose opening line says "I don't have to be good.... I'm cute!" Uh, sorry to break it to you... Her profile: If you're looking for an easygoing, down to earth, "real" girl, and love to have fun, send me a smile! A little bit about myself? I'm a firm believer in the importance of family and great friends. I'm have a tendency to be a workaholic at times, and love my career. In my downtime I enjoy photography and love catching live concerts when I can. I don't play mind games and would expect the same. I'm looking for someone to share interests and experiences with. A gentleman who will prove that chivalry is still alive and well. [Pity fuck, possibly taped.] And forty-something East Indian lady smiled at me again, wanting me to ask about her "special talent".
  • Are we going to get a live feed when you (finally?) get laid? I mean, we deserve it after all this.
  • what's the talent:credit exchange rate these days?
  • I tend to think of the 18 yo male, late30s-mid40s female thing as awesome, but rocket88 is right, because try as I might I just can seem to get my hands on any real-live barely legal bootie. *sigh* Capt. meet the 40somthing, she could potentially look great (I've known plenty of women in their 40s who are knock outs!) and she's probably assume in bed, brilliant with kama-sutrical wisdom and whiz-bang ;)
  • wow thats supposed to say "awesome" not "assume" would anyone care to comment on that lexical slip, because I'm flummoxed, completely!
  • "Are we going to get a live feed when you (finally?) get laid?" No-one needs to see my ass on their computer. "Why is he still trying to white-balance..?"
  • I'm have a tendency to be a workaholic at times, and love my career.... ...as a proofreader. What are these ubiquitous mind games everyone talks about in his/her profile? Am I just not dating enough total bastards?
  • It's just that John Lennon is such a romantic turnoff.
  • Monkeyfilter: She scares me, kit.
  • ...she's probably assume in bed I read that as a perfectly sensible statement that she'd 'take the lead' in matters hot and sweaty. So c'mon Capt! Take one for the team! We need the gories!
  • Actually, I wasn't thinking of your arse, Capt.
  • No-one ever does. Just got another smile -- a local 38 yr old with a kid, who's not looking for sex. Amazing how much more attractive I became once I slipped in the fact I'm a lawyer into my profile. Amazing how much gasoline that's put on the already-blazing fires of my natural cynicism.
  • Well, saying that you have advanced degrees confirms their suspicion that you're an intelligent, accomplished feller.
  • MonkeyFilter: Amazing how much gasoline that's put on the already-blazing fires of my natural cynicism.
  • Hey! Ladies! I'm a lawyer too! *fires up PhotoShop, wonders what a lawyer's certificate looks like*
  • Allright. I've been thinking about retooling the profile. Actually, I've been thinking about ditching it altogether, and signing on with a new account. It seems that a lot of people hang out on lava for a while, then disappear, then go back on again with a new account. This has the advantage of appearing to be in demand, and also for showing up in the 'new members' section, which is where a lot of members only go, having shopped through the others before. However, this strategy is adopted more by the ladies than the men, as there aren't any credits being abandoned in the process. (I'm down to my final four credits right now -- I'd have to buy more if I'm going to do anything at all.) There are three emails out there currently -- two remain unopened (incl. that one sent out April 24th), and the third prompted a response. (26 yr old philosophy grad student in T.O., beerslinger, cute as the dickens with her Chrissie Hynde haircut. Emailed, got a response and backstage invite, emailed back, nuthin'. Reply email was a bit rushed, and not some of my best work, but it being a long weekend here, I didn't want her to wait until today.) Thoughts, monkeys, please. Do I sign out, and sign back in, or just retool the active profile, and keep those existing links going?
  • is there anything to prevent you from opening a new account while keeping the existing one active (but with dwindling credits), at least to see how the beer-guzzling philosopher pans out?
  • Presumably not... Hmm.
  • Why don't you just do what I did and kidnap a nun and oh shit hang on the feds are here fuck see you later everyone.
  • The feds took away his nun! You bastards!!
  • Pfft. Probably a large blow-up penguin doll.
  • Your point being?
  • Mmmmm ... cloaca. You don't get that on LavaLife.
  • Maybe there's a different word for it.
  • If I were a paying customer, I'd be dissapointed if there wasn't any.
  • Seems that lava is not impervious to spam -- just got an IM from this lady: RELATIONSHIP5671 "lovers9" In My Own Words This person has not added a personal message to their profile yet. Have in common? My idea of romance includes: watching a sunset/sunrise In my spare time I enjoy: I Value: good manners Personal Details Gender: Female Age: 23 Height: 5'5" Body Type: fit Ethnic Background: black Smoking Habits: do not smoke Drinking Habits: non-drinker Languages Spoken: English Have Children: prefer not to say Want Children: prefer not to say Education: prefer not to say Annual Income: prefer not to say Religion: christian - other Location: Haglako, Volta, Ghana Lives approximately 5320 miles from your home.. Last Changed: May 29, 2006 Interests No interests selected Relationship section, of course. And no, Ghana isn't Nigeria, but still. Uh, other than that, no real news. Continuing to flatline, pending retooling. Went out for a family dinner last night, and Mother Renault spent a good chunk of time trying to get me to hit on the waitress -- whom I've already struck out with ages ago. And the waitress' words of "Is this your shrimp cocktail" represented the first time she's spoken to me since October. I'm just that good, baby! Yeah, I asked her out not knowing she had a BF. But I swear -- I asked around. And nobody knew, so I figured what the hell, and went for it. And have gotten the silent treatment ever since. Take it as a compliment, lady, and move on. But Motherly pressure. Not good.
  • Great comback lines for "Is this your shrimp cocktail?" 1. "All depends upon where you put the comma in that sentence, sweetie." 2. "If you have to ask, you'll never know." 3. (grabs self) "Are these your oysters, Rockefeller?" Pleanty more babe magnet material where that came from, dude.
  • I found chimaera on Google. Just typed in the right set of keywords and hit "I'm feeling lucky!" And, needless to say, I got lucky. Pretty damned lucky, actually. But I will tell you this: as soon as you give up looking, a wonderful woman will fall right into your life. I've seen it happen to many, many people. I don't know if it's fate, or crossed stars, or just that the universe wants to mess with your damned head, but it happens just like that.
  • *dons a blindfold after reading nunia's post* Ah, concerned family: last month, I get a call from mom. Some strange symptoms. Take her to the doctor just to be sure. 'Ah, no, not with (usual one), let's go to this one nearby...' Turns out a cute, young doctor is attending now at that place. Mom stalls at the door as we leave, in order to have her give me some pointers on her condition (nothing serious) and introduce her. Later: 'She's a cutie, isn't she? She's single... and she's moving away to (another country) in a year!' Ah, bless her.
  • *dons a blindfold after reading nunia's post* Yes, but be careful about those falling women.
  • *extends arms in 'catch' position*
  • "But with the blast sheild down I can't even see! How am I supposed to flirt?"
  • *makes kissy-kissy face / walks into bulkhead* Han Solo - "Ha Ha"
  • *skips deodorant, to improve rank with ladies*
  • Guy Taylor discovered getting TIPSY makes one prone to careless attraction? STOP THE PRESSES!
  • Update: Had a couple of email chains started, and then -- nuthin'. One was a great chain with a misanthrope in Toronto, starting out with Mary Maxim cardigans, and moving into Wings-bashing. Then the weekend, and then another one vanishes.. Something is quite definitely off with the Captain, I fear. My usual witty banter isn't cutting it. Yeah -- I know -- I can hear you asking, "How is that even possible?" *cough* Getting used to the idea that this thing isn't going to pan out after all, I've taken on Lara's idea upthread about correcting the grammar and spelling mistakes on other people's profiles. Target no. 1, a girl who cites intelligence as one of her best attributes, yet has a profile -- unchanged since last October, mind you -- under the heading INDEPENDANT81. I'll let you all know how well it goes over. Surely, my consideration would be well-appreciated.
  • i love you capts
  • i love you more, kit
  • I think is time you two step beating around the bushes and have a F2F.
  • Aaaaaaand the response: wow, you wasted credits to tell me that..... Now to see if she changes the profile.
  • HAha! +2 Cool points to the good Capt.!
  • *hearts the Capt* You go, dude! Good grammar is teh sexay!
  • Aaaaaaaaaaaand the profile has been changed! She's now Marauder250! Ha! Beautiful!
  • Man, that's almost sexual...
  • The Captain with the win!! wooooo!
  • This quest is coming up to the 3-month mark, and we have a grand total of one coffee date? Come on, man! *slaps Capt. Renault around a bit* You've got to dip more than a toe into this dating pool! Get yourself down to the deep end and dive...or bellyflop...or cannonball...whatever. *slaps him around a bit more* Here's my advice: 1. Contact more girls with the sole intent of meeting them in person, even if it's only once and doesn't develop further than an afternoon of drinks on a patio (I recommend the Gown & Gavel in Hess Village). The goal is to exercise your stagnant dating muscles. 2. Don't engage in lengthy email chains. These girls aren't looking for a pen pal. Bring up the subject of a F2F meeting in the first email, and nail it down to time & place in the second. 3. Expand your prospects. This means age range, body type, and offspring. Remember, the goal is to meet them once, have a pleasant conversation, and never see them again if you don't want to. Your preconceived notions of an ideal mate don't apply here. Now get out there and show me what you've got!
  • Another point: some of these women you go out for coffee with may have single girlfriends who are more your type. Be sure to make "Do you have single friends?" one of your first questions over coffee. /only partly joking
  • coming soon to your inbox, captain renault's unsolicited beauty tips. "your face wouldn't look so strange if you'd pay for a proper haircut." "i really liked your photo; your look brought back so many happy memories." "with your complexion, bright colours really aren't an option as they're too likely to clash." /and the rocketman is right.
  • As they say in American Cricket, Cap'n, it only takes one.
  • an ode to marauder250 marauder250 i was rather unthrifty in spending those credits to suggest your name edits. marauder250 please don't think me shifty for suggesting correction, to your name of connection. marauder250 i think you're quite nifty! i just thought you should know, marauder two-five-o.
  • *throws hands in the air* *cares a bit, but isn't, like, weird about it*
  • The Online Laws of Love "Still, even in the wake of all the alleged fraud and abuse, efforts to regulate Web dating have been limited. . . ."
  • Have you tried this dating site? If it works, I demand your first-born.
  • kit's site does rss feeds! how cool is that? http://impersonals.com/feeds/profiles.xml? usergender=1&gender=2&interestedin=0 &agefrom=18&ageto=40 &datefrom=1988+06+08&dateto=1965+06+08 &mileage=&postal=&country=ca &countryhasdata=&lat1=&lat2=&lon1=&lon2=&w=2 appears to be a bunch of canadianland ladies there too.
  • Thanks for the link, kit. And I was already gonna name my first born after you. "Lil' Tooter."
  • Just remember - no-one will ever love you like I do. *adjusts night-vision goggles*
  • I still say correcting a woman's grammar shows that you care...
  • That's does show, luvvy. *pat* *pat* Anyhoo Capn' - the JollyFriday flag be raised! Ahhrrr! Who be the lucky she-wench from whence teh Intarwebs . . eh . . avasted?! Eh?!
  • Can't talk. Football.
  • I think I see the problem here. you are much too focused on this "football" thing, and the women can sense that capt!! think about yr priorities!
  • Really! If you do find Captainette Right, will she be doomed to be a football (well, soccer) widow every season or what?
  • it's only one month every four years. well, and autumn-spring for the national leagues and the regional international cups every four years. and all the qualifiers.
  • Goshdamn, Capt., you will forfeit the chance of some sweet monkey-loving for the spectacle of hairy-legged men in shorts running after a leather ball? Why, that's so wrong as missing on the chance for a date with a cute swedish tourist because you had tickets to some nerdy computer event and... *sighs* damn.
  • Here's another site set up by a Mefite: Impersonals
  • Ha! Repost, Alnedra! Mmhh.. wait...
  • OK, I don't know what this means, but I swear it's true. I was just in Tops, and this couple was ahead of me. They were wearing pastel polos with sweaters tied over their shoulders, and had 2 perfect little kids. Exactly the kind of family that creeps me out. Anyway, the man turned around at one point, and he was a total DoppleCaptain. Spitting image. So unless the good captain is living a secret life, he has a double. With a creepy wife and kids. And he shops at Tops. Don't know what it means, but if this is the evil dimension, then maybe you'd be better off staying away from creepily pretty women in pastel polo shirts, Cappy.
  • *Twilight Zone Music*
  • I am Captain Renault. I have been living a lie, and he is my sockpuppet. That picture I ripped from a gay personals website under the "muppet fetish" section. It is actually The Right Reverend Bernard Auberjonois, B.S., B.A., BR549, Esq., King of South-Side Springfield Cashew Chicken and Registered Sex Offender. I apologize for the subterfuge.
  • Cap'n, save your credits, cookiejar some of that big-time legal-beagle cash, and next vacation go spend the weekend with moneyjane.
  • Ha! Repost, Alnedra! Maaaan, it sucks to be me....
  • I am that pastel-attired wife!
  • lara saw the pastel captain with pastel wife and perfect children but mct's the real fake captain, and the pastel captain's a king of chicken fes encourages parsimony to be rewarded during the next vacation kit's married to the chicken king, and thus i end my brief summation.
  • If I wasn't picking up cans of Rolling Rock, it wasn't me in Tops. And if people are out there living my life, I hope they're having better luck with it than I am. They're certainly welcome to try. Oh, I suppose I should update this thing. Working two jobs right now, phasing out the old crappy one, and phasing in the new, relaxing, and dull one. Which is leaving me little time or interest for the i-dating thing, particularly with the surfing-while-still-in-the-probationary-period thing.. And of course, there's the footie to fit in as well. That being said, I had a nice thing going at a stag and doe last week, with this Blast From The Past I haven't seen in at least ten years. She was dating a friend / boss at the time, so nothing ever happened despite her strawberry-blonde hair with frozen-chicken skin and ice blue eyes that take hold of you and rip right through like a tazer. Anyway, she was there, and we had some nice flirty-flirty going on, where our knees would touch under the table and niether of us would move them away, little grasps that last a touch longer than necessary as one would pass by the other, that sort of thing. And us being the only two sober people in the room (drivey-drivey), there was the comraderie that that always presents, as first you have the shared mockery of your drunken friends, which turns into shared babysitting detail. Anyway, the party was to go to another location, and I still hadn't found out this girl's current 411. We were gathering everyone for the drive from the bar to somebody's basement, and as the seat assignments were going out, she mentioned that one word which pricked the balloon of my enthusiasm -- "carseats". Tabernac! Right now, I'm trying to find out whose carseats they were, but the answer is looking fairly obvious. Damn.
  • BITCH! Wan't me to punch her light out, mon capitan? 'cos I totally will duude
  • Nah. Just wear that pastel cardigan you did last week -- the one with just the one button above your girls. Daddy likes that.
  • And the cream hairband?
  • on preview, that probably sounds ruder than even I meant it *giggles cocquettishly*
  • I don't get it. *cries*
  • That's the capt's problem too! Boom! Boom!
  • Monkeyfilter: frozen-chicken skin and ice blue eyes
  • Maybe she meant the actual carseats - y'know, the ones that come with the car - and not the ones for constraining one's progeny?
  • OOooooohhhhhh! Carseats. Right, right, right. Yeah, bummer Cap'n. But hey - kneesies, eh? Eh? Heh heahhh! *WAAUUUUGGHHH!* Eh? Know wot I mean? Eh?
  • Snap snap, grin grin, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more?
  • Hubba hubba!
  • Hubba Bubba?
  • *pop*
  • Hope it was good for you. Glad I got it on video.
  • *wakes up with nagging sense of shame*
  • *pop* ???
  • Hey, at least with the carseats, you KNOW she puts out.
  • /spits coffee on keyboard & screen
  • Wait a sec, Gram - he knows she used to put out. It's a subtle but important difference.
  • Fes could be right, it may have been one of those lessons she learned the hard way ;)
  • They all put out. Maybe not with you, but they all do.
  • *hits rocket with handbag*
  • Is that one of those she's-a-slut-if-she-sleeps-with-everyone-but-she's-a-bitch-if-she-sleeps-with-everyone-but-YOU type of things?
  • Some day, this thread will end in one of two ways, both bad: 1. The Cap'n will never, ever find romance. We all will feel sad and sick to our stomachs that we watched the whole, bloody train wreck unfold. 2. The Cap'n will finally find happiness within his heart and other organs and, like all dopey-eyed lovers, will start to purr and coo at his lovely young thing, and they will share love, and all secrets, and all joys, and one day she will Google him. And find this thread. "You TOLD them that we played KNEESIES???!!! Complete STRANGERS??? You TOLD THEM??? Maybe you can go play KNEESIES with MOUNTAIN WOMAN you worm!!!!" And we all will feel sad and sick to our stomachs that we watched the whole, bloody train wreck unfold. Have this thread eeked and cleansed, Captain, before it ruins you.
  • Quiet you. This is bigger than all of us. Go ahead, Cap'n. Excelsior!
  • Either that, or he becomes so besotted with his sweet, pallid, objet d'amour that he no longer needs the company of monkeys.
  • A man can do worse than try the horse-world. Girls and women often adore horses. They not only ride and groom the beasts, they are drawn to the show-ring, to auctions, to anything associated with horsey events. Not many guys these days seem to realize this, but it is definitely so. I've always been involved to one degree or another with the equestrian world, and women must outnumber men by at least a factor of twenty females to every guy, worldwide. Ye need never go dateless again, believe me.
  • It's absolutely true. I know a couple of equestrian-type-ladies, and they're always lamenting about how there are never any men around the stables.
  • They just can't find any stable men :)
  • Yea, well, as a woman involved with horses, you better be something special, bub. It takes a *REALLY* good man to measure up to a good horse.
  • (O_o)`
  • *runs to get chaps* Be right back!
  • pete, not so fast! Get out your measuring tape first!
  • If there are so few men in the horse world, then why are all the jockeys men? Women are light and small, why not more female jockeys in racing?
  • Several reasons, I think, jb, all of which boil down to old-fashioned bigotry: ideas about racing being too dangerous for a woman or about men being physically stronger and therefore more able to control by brute force if necessary an excited animal are still current. The women riding at the tracks are usually exercise persons, but female jockeys are still vastly in the minority.
  • Several reasons, I think, jb, all of which boil down to old-fashioned bigotry: ideas about racing being too dangerous for a woman or about men being physically stronger and therefore more able to control by brute force if necessary an excited animal are still current. The women riding at the tracks are usually exercise persons, but female jockeys are still vastly in the minority.
  • Sorry there; this site is loading so slowly I went elsewhere for a few minutes, and didn't realize my comment had actually made it onto MoFi.
  • If you're at all musically inclined, there are a lot of awesome single ladies in those circles, as well.
  • I would say that a lot of book clubs tend to be female dominated as well, if you're into reading. You may also check out different community learning classes such as cooking. Learn a skill, get some nookie?
  • ...community learning classes such as cooking. Learn a skill, get some nookie? cookie?
  • Master gardening courses. Painting, quilting, embroidery, (don't knock it--football players do it) stained glass, actually, most any craft group. Choir or dance groups (lessons--there's NEVER enough guys) Bird watching, amateur theater, community classes in history or geology (field trips!) Volunteer to be a dog walker at the local humane society--you can try dog shows, or (heaven forbid) cat shows, but they generally tend to bring out a lot of weird people. YMMV Pick one of these that you'd tell yourself that there's no way in Hades you'd ever enjoy THAT, and then go to a couple meetings with an open mind and make the effort to see what others enjoy about it. At least while you're waiting for the GOYD (goil of yer dreams) you'll be entertained.
  • any hotties in your new workplace, captain?
  • There'd better NOT be! *gets jealous*
  • He's in a moneyed world now y'know. Not just hot wimmen but rich hot women. An' he's dead sexay!
  • grrrrr
  • "any hotties in your new workplace, captain?" Oh my yes. Quite a refreshing change, from the Scarecrow and Lady Kool-Aid to smart little things in skirt-suits. It'll be the first Christmas party I've actually looked forward to. But still, one must be careful, dipping one's pen in the company ink. As for the Search itself, I'm on hiatus. I've been working both the old job and the new job for the last month and a half, which is leaving me absolutely drained and less than my usual sexay self. (*cough*) Plus, my secretary left about a month before schedule, so I'm having to (*gasp*) do my own work. (That's three jobs for those of you playing at home.) Plus, I'm going camping next week, to catch my breath. Sleep in the dunes, lay on the beach all day, get hammered on Rolling Rock and scotch watching the campfire. Family camp, populated by not a few pouty teenage girls and their testy dads. Down the road, however, all bets are off at the Meat Parade.
  • This fall on FOX: Scarecrow and Lady Kool-Aid!
  • Then . . at 10 . . . Capt. Renault returns in the hot new drama . . The Meat Parade
  • > smart little things in skirt-suits ah yes, the consolation for having a company dress code.
  • *Circles 3 on the score card*
  • If the crew in the new ship is attractive, guess i'll be smooth sailing from now on... And, regarding classes: therapeutic/stress relaxing massage classes. A very useful, marketable skill, plenty of extra-curricular practice opportunities...
  • (guess it'll be)
  • OK -- problem. Back when I first joined lava, I was emailed or smiled at by a local woman who had no pic attached to her profile. Having no pic, I didn't exactly brush her off, but I wasn't too enthusiastic about the correspondence, either, and soon it withered away. (Yes, I have a no-pic, no-response policy, and I'm only looking at profiles with pics on them. And while that may make me shallow, the whole enterprise is shallow, so whatever. And I'm far from the only one.) Anyway, she's now added a pic and a backstage -- and it turns out that it's a woman I actually know (not know-know, but know by sight) from our local Sunday night film society up at the uni. And I may know her from high school as well, but I'm less clear on that (and seeing as how she instigated contact DESPITE knowing me in high school, well, that's something). And needless to say, I've a bit of a longstanding low-level crush on this woman. So my question is this -- how should I get in contact with her without seeming like the shallow bastard I totally am? I'd appreciate some feedback on this, and then I'll tell you what I've already done. Oops Beyond the lava and in real life, it's been a quiet summer, aside from fimbulvetr's wedding a couple of weeks ago, where there were total connections with a friend of the bride, and another with a friend of the groom -- but the first lives in Montreal, and the other in Ottawa, which makes something completely unpossible anyway. And Dr. Freud says that that's why there were connections in the first place, that being in a consequence-free environment allowed the Captain to open up and let these women in for a limited time only -- but that's a whole different story.
  • Embrace your shallow bastardliness. Send her a knowing wink or whatever they have there. And how come these summer romances didn't show in the thread hmmm? Mistah-I'm-too-busy-to-post-in-my-own-dating-thread?? Hmm? It would kill you to update, I'm thinking?
  • Sunday night. Film night at the Uni. Walk up to her. Smile. Then this: "You may think Mel Gibson hates jews, but you won't know WHAT to think after you see this!!!" (point to crotch). It usually works for me.
  • The no-pic policy doesn't make you shallow. I had the same policy when I was a LavaLifer, and so did most of the women I met there (including the present gf). Just tell the girl that you had the policy because you were new to the whole internet-dating thing and that it was nothing personal against chicks too ugly to post their pictures and now that you see that it was her you'd like to throw it in her.
  • Shallow bastard? My favorite! But seriously, just be truthful about what's going on and don't be insensitive. If you start sugar-coating yourself now, that will only lead to her disappoinment when you turn out to be something else when the sugar coating wears off. And stop making excuses about whatever drawbacks you think you have. You kick ass, and a perceptive woman will pick up on that.
  • Okay okay wait - Capt? Don't . . wait, don't say that exactly . umm, I'm sure rocket meant to say something much more, y'know, human.
  • yee-haw!
  • She probably added a pic and a backstage because everyone else had the same policy as you and she never got any responses. She has probably seen a big turnaround already, so I wouldn't worry about seeming shallow. Something like "Oh, I wondered whatever happened to you, and I'm glad you contacted me again!" should suffice. Then, do what RalphTheDog said (approach her at Film Night), only don't use his words (or point at your crotch).
  • If you dilute it, you won't shoot it, baby.
  • 1. admit to your policy. say it was to avoid spending credits on middle-aged guys pretending to be hot women. 2. mention that you're just back from holiday and catching up on the interdateweb thing. this at least covers you for a few weeks. i've recently gone through a property search via the web and it's perhaps not too far from the whole dating thing...
  • OK -- I first sent off this email: Date: Aug 01 at 2:17 PM EDT Subject: Quick note. Hey! You've added a photo to go with your profile! Why did it take you so long? (I'm one to talk -- I've been meaning to change my pic for ages, but can't goad someone into loaning me their digital camera...) I'm glad you finally chose to let us put a face to the name -- it makes this whole thing slightly less awkward than it is already. But only slightly. Cheers, N. Which was opened, and garnered no response. Which is at least the fifth time in a row on lava that that's happened. So, later, I sent this email: Date: Aug 01 at 3:41 PM EDT Subject: Big Slice of Humble Pie. Hey. Here's the deal -- I've been a complete idiot. Way back when, you sent me a smile, and I didn't pursue it precisely because you didn't have a photo attached to your profile. At the time, I was new to the whole lava thing, which is intimidating enough without having a sense of whom it is you're dealing with, meaning that I let the lack of a pic distract me when it shouldn't have. (All of which is meant as an explanation, not an excuse.) And now, of course, I'm kicking myself. Which, in turn, makes me look like a shallow bastard. Which, I suppose, I was. Am. All of the above. So can I start over? Hi. I'm Nick. Don't I know you from somewhere? (I'm guessing BUFS, but I'm probably wrong.) How's things? I threw myself onto the mercy of the court. Perhaps a bit too much, but what's done is done. Apologies seem to be my forte, probably because I get so much practice. Maybe she enjoys the high ground... And 'goad' is so my word of the day.
  • Yeah. "Didn't I see you in the BUFS?" That's much more human.
  • makes me look like a shallow bastard. Honesty. An underrated quality. Just don't start sounding like a an apologizing puppy. Unless you want to seem like one...
  • "Hi. I'm Nick. Don't I know you from somewhere?" Ooh, Cap'n, with smooth patter like that, you don't need our help. Ask her what her sign is.
  • It is midnight. Local Woman sits at her bedside, alone (as always), brushing her hair with her golden brush. She stares longingly into the distance, and thinks to herself: Oh, self. How I long for a man. But not just any man. I long for a man who is...shallow. A man who is repeatedly self-depricating. A bastard. A man who doesn't know how to handle himself in social circumstances. Someone who would reject me were I ever to become mountainesque, and yet be able to minimalize my attractiveness by describing his feelings toward me as a merely a "low-level crush". Oh, and only if he would ask complete strangers for their advice on how to woo me. And post his repeated attempts in a public forum, so that I can Google him and show my friends his inept charisma. Yes, self, this is the man I long for. Unless he wears those awful, plastic Croc things. Gawd, they are disgusting.
  • and Ralph wins the game!
  • They're more rubber than plastic.
  • Wow. If it weren't so sarcastically brilliant, I might not enjoy the obvious pain on Capt's face while Ralphie wriggles his finger in the wound.
  • Garcon! More sarcasm needed at table 286251!
  • Hey, you're the one who wanted to ban Ralph in that damned secret code of yours. And here I am, all innocent. *blink blink*
  • Hmm. Let's try that again. It is early. Local Woman sits at her bedside, just back from her morning run, brushing her hair with her golden brush. She stares longingly into the distance, and thinks to herself: "Oh, self. How I'd like to meet a man that I can share things with. But no, not just any man. He should have a at least a minimum amount of sensitivity and maturity, but no emo-boy. I thought I'd spotted a likely candidate,and even thought his photo could have been a little out of date, since I think I've run into him somewhere recently and was attracted. I sent him a smile some time ago, but he never smiled back. At first I thought he was a bastard, but I came to realize that I wouldn't want to go out with anyone whose face I hadn't seen, so I added a photo to my profile and some more information. Wonder of wonders, he's emailed me a couple of times. The first one was very awkward, to say the least, but the second gave me a bit more insight. He also felt that looking for love, or at least like, on the internet was kind of scary. He probably thinks he threw himself on the mercy of the court, but it was close enough to an apology, under the circumstances to let that pass. But "shallow?" I don't know if I want "shallow." But, at least he admits that he might have appeared to be, so that might be a plus. And, at least he's local. God, I can't decide whether to respond or not. i think I'll post the whole thing on my LiveJournal and see what my friends think. Unless he wears those awful, plastic Croc things. Gawd, they are disgusting.
  • And then wear a "SHALLOW BASTARD" T-shirt to the next film society meeting.
  • I've not had much luck with the internet dating thing. I was involved in a torrid online affair but it didn't work out. I thought that I was cyber crushing with a 56 year old, balding, overweight, accountant from Cleaveland named Phil but it turned out that it was really a 18 year old, blond, supermodel from Miami named Cheshire. I was so disillusioned.
  • Monkeyfilter: they're more rubber than plastic Monkeyfilter: oh, self
  • Good luck, Cap'n!
  • I've tried computer sex too. It didn't work out for me, though. I kept falling off the monitor.
  • Don't you be listening to them haters, cappy. Let her Google you and find this thread, for glowing through it like a silver thread will be my undying love, admiration and devotion to the man they call 'The Capt.' Every morning as I don't bother to brush my thinning, greying hair, I think to myself how lucky I am to have known a man such as you - rubbish with girls, crap at emailing hot chicks, a body fascist and just ever so slightly stalker-ish at film-based social events. If this dame doesn't know a good thing when she sees it, then more fool her. No-one will ever love you like I do. Except for those awful, plastic Croc things. Gawd, they are disgusting.
  • remember, agitated waters run shallow...
  • The response: Date: Aug 02 at 12:26 AM EDT Subject: Re:Big Slice of Humble Pie. Hey, Here's the deal - - I will need to see more pictures of you before I decide to actually chat and e-mail. Good call on the BUFS by the way L So she's not letting me off easy. Only it's harder than even that -- I've no digital camera, access to others' digital cameras has been stymied, no scanner, and I'm doing all this surreptitiously at work. Ha ha! I'm so fucked! Help me, Monki-Wan, you're my only hope! *cradles maligned Crocs, murmurs that they're better than stupid old sex, anyway*
  • Tell her to FUCK OFF, cheeky bitch! She's making you jump through hoops already, think what it'll be like if you ever go on a date: "OK, here's the deal, that was a great dinner, but if you want to peck me on the cheek outside my house, go and punch that club doorman really hard. I love to see my new boyfriends fight." Like chatting and emailing with her will be all that anyway. I don't like her, she's wrong for you.
  • .
  • Maybe you could find some stock photos of people who look vaguely like you. A photo place will scan & digitize snapshots for you, but I don't know how much it would cost. So, d'you think by "good call on the BUFS" that she's saying, "Yeah, I'm a member" or "Yeah, I'm a member and I already know who you are and although I know exactly what you look like I want to see more pictures becasue you wanted to see a picture of me?" Oddly enough, I have no picture of myself in my tinfoil hat.
  • > Maybe you could find some stock photos of people who look vaguely like you. yes! do this!
  • darnit Flagpole got to the tagline before me . . . stupid teacher's pet! I dunno Louis, the "Here's the deal" and "I will need . . before I" are screaming alarms with the big flashy lights and WAA WAA WAA Danger Cap'n Robinson! for me. Maybe that's just me. But then I don't know a hill o' beans from this crazy wuhld. Shallow b****! On Preview: dang, kit came out swinging on that one didn'e? And webcams are dime-a-dozen y'know Cap'n.
  • I speak as I find.
  • I just sent a response saying that I didn't have a camera or scanners or whatnot, so, um, yeah. I left it off with a "I'll see what I can do." Explained the situation, and the ball is in her court. Startup of BUFS is only a month away, anyway. If she responds before then and despite the add-ons, great, and if not, I have my answer.
  • Oh -- wait, lookie dis: Hey, I was actually only kidding although it would be nice to see more. So where do you work/what do you do? I'll see you guys around. Here's a quarter so you can call a cab.
  • DON'T LET HER FEEL YOU UP ON THE FIRST DATE!!! . . . He's totally going to let her feel him up on the first date.
  • She says she was kidding. I think she's read this thread and my righteous anger has chastened her. GERRINTHAR!!!!!
  • We have contact.
  • Go at throttle up!
  • Oh, bernockle, that crazy kid. I knew he'd find a way...
  •  (()                 (()    (()      (() (()()               (()()  (()()    (()()  (()                 ())    (()      ())    \\     =====     //     //  =====  \\     \\   | o o |   //     //  | o o |  \\      \\  |\ - /|  //      \\  |\ - /|  //       \`· _;-;_ ·'/        \`· _;-;_ ·'/        `\`) Y ('/'          `\`) Y ('/'          `\- -/'              `\- -/'            ) (                  ) (          .:::::.              .:::::.         /:::::::\            /:::::::\        `~ ~||\~ ~'          `~ ~||\~ ~'            ||\\                 ||\\            || \\                || \\            || //                ||  \\            ||//                 ||   \\            ||/                  ||    \\..           /||                   ||     \/     captain renault!        he's our man!     if he can't do it        noone can! unless he wears those awful, plastic croc things. gawd, they are disgusting.
  • Sounds like she's got a good sense of humor. Go, Cappie, go!
  • Emailing back and forth this morning. Left off where she asked if I knew so-and-so from high school, I responded saying whom I thought the guy was, but I'm probably wrong, and now -- silence. High school is such a tricky part of the conversation. Didn't get (a chance) to be myself until uni -- hard to be judged by those earlier Awkward Years...
  • 'atsa spirit roryk!
  • roryk is an ACSII GOD
  • what powers does an ASCII god give my 16th level cleric?
  • Do not ask what the ASCII GOD can do for you. Ask what you can do for you. The ASCII GOD allows those to help themselves.
  • OK -- update. Had quite an email chain going back and forth, 12 or 13 emails on each side. Put the Offer to Date out there, and got the unexpected response of "hmm, I've never dated someone from here before, you?" I responded asking is "here" meant the city, or lava in general, and it turned out lava in general, with still no committal. So I responded that yes, it's an intimidating thing, so I'd leave the open invite with her to think about, and I logged off. And of course, the suspense is killing me, but I can't log back on for a good long while. Oh well. I can't seem too desperate. That only works with kit.
  • She's gonna go out with you Louis, just sit for a bit. Here, get this down you look like a guy wearin' crocs fer god's sake. *pours whiskey*
  • Female signs up for online dating service and plays coy? I always hate it when women play mind games with men. PUT UP OR GET OFF THE POT. Or something.
  • SHIT OR CUT BAIT
  • COCK OR PUNCH
  • k-well it has been nice chatting with you! Mmm'K.
  • BLAME CANADA oh wait
  • Freaky diky. She sounds deranged. What you can't see is the whole time she's been swatting invisible flies.
  • she'll agree to the date tomorrow. > I can't log back on for a good long while no problem. just leave your username and password with us. we'll check for you.
  • She's an attention whore (and it takes one to know one). Who the hell signs up for a dating service, posts her picture, sends winks and 12 e-mails and then plays surprised/reluctant when a date offer is made? Gah! Do you go to an investor's forum and not play the stock market? Do you go to a music site but hate music? Do you pay $9.95 a month for hot asian chick videos then find out they've charged you $19.95 on your Visa bill for three consective months but you didn't notice until now and then you try to get your money back but there's no phone number to call and then their e-mail bounces and all the while they weren't even that hot, I mean you can get just as good on alt.porn.multimedia.amateur.asianteens? Fuck!
  • This was all covered better in an earlier thread.
  • You're still in dire straits Cap'n? Hmm, maybe the internet thing isn't for you. Maybe you should go flaunt the goods in an offline situation again. Get a dog and go to the park on Saturday/Sunday. It's summertime! Just cuz I'm an ass I would have said to last lady when she became indecisive about dating, "well, I can see now that I've been wasting my time here, thanks for the emails and good luck." Fuck waiting.
  • Yes, heaven forbid he wait a day. Especially considering she made the first move and he didn't respond for, oh, forever! And I believe the phrase you're all looking for is PUT OUT OR SHUT UP!
  • I refer the Honourable Gentlemonkeys to my earlier comment.
  • Meh. Good luck, Capt.
  • Nothing in the inbox as of this morning -- but she is logging on and off, checking. And of course, the high school yearbook came out last night, and I figured out exactly who this girl is. Comment beside her grad photo is "hope you find your Ken". Picture of the ex she mentioned was exactly the Ken-type. And who knows if that's still in effect, maybe she's learned something over the years. But seeing as how she got her B.A. in gym recreation and leisure studies, odds are...
  • odds are she's bendy. Livin' the dream, my friend, livin' the dream.
  • A new email, aaaand -- She's asking me about my dumb login name. I think I'll let that sit for a while.
  • It's only a matter of time. *waves to Capt's new GF*
  • "Dear Capt., So, like, what's the deal with your dumb login name? Signed, kitfis- I mean, Freaky chick"
  • how dumb is your login name?
  • I thought it was "shallow croc-wearing bastard"?
  • I think a great login name would be "Sweetness McBitchcakes."
  • You have a dumb login name? You have a dumb login name and you didn't tell us? Oh, Captain.
  • Yeah, I know. *resists all attempts to reveal dumb login name* She wants to chat today. Chat chat chat. Avoiding the elephant in the e-room.
  • Well, you're in. Now, to come up for a backstory for your name...
  • From the When-It-Rains-It-Pours Dept.: With my very last six credits, I emailed a woman in the Hammer, and am now having a nice discussion about favourite Parisian restaurants. Yesterday, I was smiled at by a 63 yr. old in Toronto. Today, a smile from some woman in Gun Bay, Cayman Islands. No pictures on either. And now this: "Eager and Open Minded" In My Own Words I am a happy, friendly, intelligent, sensitive, and a very giving person. I am somewhat shy when you first meet me, but funny and outgoing once you get to know me. I love to try new things and meet new people – I wonder what makes a person tick. I take care of myself and feel most comfortable with those who share a similar mindset when it comes to living a healthy lifestyle.Now, I have been in an unfulfilling relationship for last little bit here and it was going perfectly for a long time. Now, I hardly see him anymore because of a new job and it just doesn’t feel right anymore. I’m at the point now where I need to do something to make myself happier, he knows this. I really need some attention that has been lacking to such as, mentally, spiritually, and the most frustrating aspect at the moment, sexually! Now, I tried it out here once before and I was pretty flooded with mail, so it was difficult for me to get through most of them, but if I don’t get back to you quickly I apologize, although you can get a hold of me easier at, seriousdates. After hours I try to live my life to the fullest--- we all let work get in the way-- but I really try not too-- I don't let it take over my personal life... If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything. Not an ideal situation in some ways, but in other ways, very much so. Hmm.
  • Aah -- relationship profile says she prefers not to say if she has kids...
  • I take care of myself and feel most comfortable with those who share a similar mindset when it comes to living a healthy lifestyle. Is that a polite way of saying "No fatties?"
  • - Tick fetish. Auurgh. -'Healthy lifestyle' = only purest organic homegrown? - Now, I hardly see him anymore Expect unexpected visit when you're busy doing something to make her happier... don't forget your wallet on the way out!
  • I'm just trying to figure if buddy is gone or not. I think not.
  • Red flag either way, IMO.
  • Sounds like BUFS girl likes to chat extensively before meeting in person. I met a few like that. Try to get her phone # (if she's local) and take it to the next level. Then you can work in a suggestion for a harmless daytime coffee/drinks on the patio meeting, and from there move on to real dates. And then you throw it in her
  • True. But a SURE THING. So I have to ask the question men have asked themselves since the beginning of time -- can I do it with the crazy chick and get out before I get burned royal? I know, I know. It was just looking like Christmas for a little while there... a hawt, sexay, shagging like crazed-weasels Christmas, just like the ones I used to know. *cough*
  • RE: "Eager and Open Minded" WEEE-AAHH WEEE-AAHH WEEE-AAHH WEEE-AAHH *SKREEeee!* *chk-chk* Louis! Get in! *Whump!* *Whump!* *SKReeeeeeEEE!* VrrrrRRrrrrrrmmmmvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
  • Quick, somebody drop another quarter into pete!
  • *changes channel*
  • Sometimes getting burned is worth it. *sighs, again*
  • "Burned" like burning sensation when you pee, Flaggy?
  • Anybody up for a drinking game where we all take a shot every time she writes "now,"?
  • I like the game where we take a shot every time she says "I" or "me." *drunk already on the fumes wafting from pete*
  • Anybody up for a drinking game where we all take a shot every time she writes "now,"? That's a game? I thought it was mandatory.
  • Aw, come on, I'd like to see your literary efforts when trying to decide whether to hook up with an on-line possibility. At this point, I think it's up to the Capt. to take the plunge, or not.
  • Sometime I feel a bit guilty, like I'm discouraging the Capt. from going out and having fun with these ladies who are probably nowhere near as shallow as I make them out to be. Mind you, it's only sometimes.
  • Ok, I'll admit I haven't read this whole damn thread, but rocket88 gave you some excellent advice above. Get yourself out there, man! The worst thing that can happen is you have a shitty/weird/nutty date story to tell your friends later. Or maybe you'll meet some of these women in real life and discover that interesting people do not always write interesting online dating profiles. Also, keep in mind that as far as supply and demand goes, women with dating profiles looking for men tend to get a lot more responses than men looking for women--realize that you may not be her only e-suitor and some of these women may lose interset because they've already racked up a few real life dates while you're still just sending e-mails.
  • Yes!
  • Or, y'know, *interest*, for those who can type.
  • I like "interset" it sounds like a crack team of commandos that can break walnuts of a chevy with grenades and polio weapons.
  • ...or *off* if you wanted that to make sense...
  • I like "walnuts of a chevy," it sounds like domestic cars don't have proper avocados.
  • I think Der Werzog has the walnuts of a Chevy, if you know what I mean.
  • Totally.
  • No, what do you mean?
  • If our poorly-shod Captain's 5-month publicly displayed ordeal of abstinence has generated +- 800 posts, can you imagine the posting party that will asplode when he finally acknowledges that the eagle has landed? Tricycle, do you have enough bandwidth?
  • I'm preparing to take over NASA's servers when the momentous day arrives.
  • There's only one solution. Monkey key party. *buys leather furniture*
  • Yes, a tiger, rabbit, fox, penguin, squirrel, moose, horse, monkey key party...
  • I noticed some serious advice slipping in there from Mandyman. This will not do. This thread is too far gone for that now. Now it's all about taking the piss out of his shoes and putting him off every woman who cantacts him before anything can happen. 'Cos that's what friends do.
  • 'tis a rocky road to matrimony but it's quite possible to marry and not know what's what see I tell them I am blond but comely say I've all my teeth but chew steak glumly I might offer to show them my third nipple but never confess that I'm half-crippled I won't speak to them of my sixteen dependents nor compete with them for sartorial resplendence and I let it emerge as a sorta surprise that despite my having those five ex-wives I've only dated a couple of hundred other guys
  • I lost interset during a game of frogammon. Mind you, I'll get it back! And hush, ol' Louis is doing just fine. Don't you all have social lives to get on with? No? Yeah, and nothings on TV, y'know? So what's up about this latest coy date-to-be eh? Personally I think he should send her a picture of the crocs.
  • What, we're supposed to be giving him advice? I thought this thread was to make fun of his dates! I'm outta here.
  • Thinking and winking don't mix. That is, not nearly often enough.
  • Boys do make passes At girls who wear glasses But they won't send a wink to Girls with no pix to link to Who lie 'bout their ages, Lock their backstages, Don't mention their kiddies And act way too giddy.
  • Got a coffee-date with local woman for over today's lunchhour. At the mall. I'll keep you posted, but I much doubt there'll be any hanky-panky-possibilities. But you never know.
  • Perhaps a spot of light frottage behind the potted plants though?
  • That's a given. Whether she'll clue in is the question.
  • Clue in? Is that canuck-speak for 'let your fingers do the walking? Pre-vert!
  • Report: Went well enough. Pleasant, but no home runs. However, she's 34 and: a) lives at home, b) doesn't drink, and c) has never seen Star Wars ("but I've seen the new ones. And Jedi.") Hmm.
  • Then you must tutor her in the ways of righteousness.
  • Huh. It's almost like me: I'm 34 and: a) live at home (my own) b) don't drink (allergic), and c) have seen all seen Star Wars ("but Lucas still can't write dialogue") Hmm?
  • well perhaps one shouldn't look askance at her, capt. everyone "lives at home" unless they are homeless. you refer to "living with ones parents" as "home" still, despite your implied maturity and independence??? hmmmmm??? I am teasing, and only being a little snarky, because I still catch myself referring to my parents house as "home" when I haven't lived with them in nearly 20 years....
  • despite your implied maturity and independence See, medusa, this is why I love you. You appreciate the fact that my maturity and independence is only implied. I have to admit that I have a rule against dating women who live at home. Formulated two girlfriends ago, and was immediately broken for the last girlfriend. It's not set and fast, but there'd better be a damn good reason why you're living with your parents. Coincidentally, local woman and my last ex have the same reason -- that their respective fathers died, and they moved back in with mom. And then kept it up for a few years.
  • Who paid for the coffee? Purely hypothetically, would would this be a woman you wouldn't mind introducing to the "Little Captain?"
  • There's nothing little about my captain. *cough* Of course I paid. Earl Grey hot for me, strawberry smoothie for her. She played with it a lot. Noticeable pauses in the conversation.
  • Maybe what she needs is some red-hot lawyer love to snap her out of her rut.
  • Maybe her mom's hot.
  • I can totally understand Capt's reticence at not dating women who live at home. Granted, many people have good reasons, like still being in school, death/dying of a parent, selling a house, etc. However, these are temporary conditions, and at some point the adult child needs to get the hell out and live his/her own life. Damn you, Dr. Spock! There is a certain creepy common denominator among full-grown adults who live at home with their mommies and don't have a compelling reason to do so.
  • RTD wins :)
  • Doubly impressive, in that it is the second time I have been declared the winner in this thread (by you both times, M).
  • *sends bribe to medusa*
  • roryk, you already won the lifetime-achievement-in-the-art-of-ascii-art-award-contest. now RTD just needs one more for the triple crown :)
  • i won the mrs joyful prize for raffia work, does that count?
  • c) has never seen Star Wars ("but I've seen the new ones. And Jedi.") She was just trying to shut you up talking about that fucking film, you |\|3®ð.
  • I find your lack of faith disturbing.
  • *tries to choke Skrik with his mind, finds he can't go all the way to Scandinavia, accidentally chokes pete instead*
  • Never having seen "Star Wars" or "The Empire Strikes Back", but having seen only "Return of the Jedi" and eps 1-3 is a very bad sign. Ask her if she's seen "The Godfather" or "Apocalypse Now". If she's never seen them, or worse, never heard of them, then speak to her no more. I cannot endorse such a woman of poor quality.
  • I prefer women who haven't seen any of the Star Wars movies. The Godfather (1 and 2, at least) is mandatory.
  • Dunno about Godfather or Apocalypse, but she also hasn't seen ET. And how you can be 34 and not have seen Star Wars, Empire, or ET by osmosis alone, I have no idea. I have to admit that I'm struck by the fact that you monkeys have responded on the bits about her living at home and not seeing Star Wars, but have remained silent as to her not drinking. I have completely misjudged you people.
  • If she doesn't drink, there's more for you, and someone to take you home when you get kicked out of the bar on your arse.
  • Two of my best friends have never seen Star Wars- both women- and I've never seen it as an indictment against them; they both have (otherwise) excellent taste in literature and film.
  • Her mom drinks. And can really handle a light sabre, if you know what I mean.
  • Maybe she was a nun? Ask her what she about The Passion of the Crazy Gibson or the DaVinci Con... Monkeyfilter: a woman of poor quality
  • 'what she thinks about'... So being a SW fan is a requirement, Capt.?
  • I don't mean it as an indictment -- I just can't figure out how it can happen. Like if you add up all the bits of Big Trouble in Little China I've seen over the years, I must have seen it 20 times, easy. But from start to finish? Never. And Star Wars is way more out there than Big Trouble. Regardless, I doubt anything's going to happen as a result of yesterday's coffee date. I sent a non-committal thank-you email yesterday afternoon (to leave a future-date call in her hands), and this morning in my inbox, there was a 'not as bad as I expected for a lava-date', to which I replied, but haven't heard anything since. I get the feeling she's a bit wishy-washy. She delayed making up her mind on pay-your-way Teacher's College in Buffalo next month, to the point where her acceptance was delayed until January, but now she's deciding if she'd rather do TESL in Japan instead. Add to that no rush to get out of the house, and things start to look a little rudderless.
  • not as bad as I expected for a lava-date Translation: I really don't expect to find a successful mate from this service. I think this woman needs to get infected with toxoplasmosis, if you know what I mean.
  • so she's not girlfriend material. do you think she'll put out though?
  • But -- I was saving myself for you...
  • you call me when you're in cali little boy... /bwah ha ha hah!!!!
  • *assumes Capt's identity / jumps on plane*
  • Don't forget the crocs! : )
  • Update: I've got a bit of a chain going with a girl in the Hammer, and things seem to be coming along. Vegetarian, though, and we haven't yet broached the topic of bacon. Just got smiled at by a girl in St. Kitts -- her profile has been there forever. Apparently, she's impressed by my proper use of grammar. But in trying to be cute/funny, she reveals absolutely nothing about herself -- now, do I respond to her adopted persona, or take a stab in the dark as to what may be lurking behind it? MONICA_LEWINSKY "searching for my Bill Clinton....or a nice cigar, whatever comes first" In My Own Words Welcome to the world of Monica! I am very creative (hence the hand-bag career), easygoing (not phased by vicious rumours), funny (did someone mention cigars???) AND smart (former White House intern). I am looking for someone within a few years of my age (older men can be SO destructive), preferably NOT someone who has a family/significant other (I tried this once....didn't work), someone who likes to have fun (other than in the bedroom) AND above all someone who is willing to see the REAL me and NOT just the top of my head. Message me if your interested and I'll try and pencil you in to my hectic schedule. Umm.
  • (Didn't even notice that 'your' until just now. Heh.)
  • respond to her moniker.
  • "moniker." Ha!
  • dear moniker you say you're very funny, you say you like my grammar, but at this moment honey, my eye's drawn to the hammer.
  • Re: the hand-bag career Louis? Read that again. Now again. Capiche? Okay. Prego.
  • Money. Jane. She's even in your country, dude!
  • i just re-read this part: someone who likes to have fun (other than in the bedroom) so basically she's saying she'll, y'know, do it in strange and unusual places. phnaarrr!
  • re-read this part tho: AND above all someone who is willing to see the REAL me and NOT just the top of my head. Issues, dude. Ish-shoes. and I'm not talking about Mad, Cracked, or the occasional Crazy.
  • hmmmm...I just assumed it meant she was short.
  • ...and NOT just the top of my head. Yeah, you need a bit of eye contact. Sent out something along the lines of not sure to write to Monica, or who's behind this moniker, but I'll play along, how'd you end up in St. Kitts, I bet it was Mr. Personality. Whatever.
  • Video dating for monkeys, well, actually, Orangutans. Never make that mistake twice.
  • "...and NOT just the top of my head." [Oral sex joke here]
  • Shw sounds like fun. You have my blessing.
  • Oh yeah. Monica Lewinsky jokes. Hi. Larious.
  • CHUT UP!!!
  • Heya there, kitfistorooni, I think you got something on your dress there.
  • *raises dress / licks*
  • *bolks*
  • Louis has never. had. sexual relations. With that monkey. Kitfisto. personally I think the whole thing was a bit overdone, y'know?
  • Penes porridge hot, Penes porridge cold, Penes porridge on the dress Nine years old; Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Kitz likes it on the dress Nine years old.
  • I like jizz.
  • Update: Monica hasn't emailed back. Seems to be a common theme with me on the lava -- I get smiled at or emailed, I send out an email reply, then -- nuthin'. Huh. (Her profile is unchanged since 2003, back when Lewinsky jokes were more de rigeur.) Email chain with vegetarian girl seems to have halted. Quite unexpected, that. Other than that, not much else. Found out that a Friday night regular, one who looks down at me for my choice of profession, works at the Sunglass Hut in the mall. Not that there's anything wrong with working at the Sunglass Hut in the mall, but let's be honest -- it's not a very lofty position to be looking down at anyone. Same mall, different girl, a regular who hates my guts for ceasing to hit on her when I realized that she hits on everybody, was downright kind to me when I chanced upon her at the DVD store, while looking for some Buster Keaton. I doubt she realized who I was in daylight.
  • Lavalife has got to be the least rewarding computerized hookup service in the history of hooking up. I once knew a female executive, divorced in the early 90s and sick of rabbit-assisted recreation, who went to a dating service that provided her, after a rather lengthy interviewing period, with several fairly exhaustive dossiers on prospective dates. She called 2-3 of us in her office one day to look 'em over with her (me = "the male perspective" = alert her to any trouble items in the dossier that might not be overly noticeable to women = not sure if I helped all that much). Over time, she met and dated several and eventually married one. My understanding was that it was a little expensive, but to my mind you couldn't argue with the results. Is there anything like that where you are?
  • Uh, dunno. There was one speed-dating night at the Honest Lawyer two, maybe three years ago, but that would have meant going to the Honest Lawyer. It never happened again after that. In all seriousness, I'm pretty cool with my singledom right now, and biological mandates are fairly inactive. The longer you go without, the easier it tends to get. Just ask quid.
  • Sometimes I get the feeling that kitfisto is not being as helpful as he could be in this thread.
  • Then you misunderstand the point of kitfisto. You must meditate upon this for three full posts, and then may you see the jizz on your dress. I dunno Louis, maybe the Festicle is right on this, is where you are really really small-town or is it just so cold that nobody knows exactly how many available Capt. Magnets there are there?
  • It's hard out here for a chimp. Ha ha! I kill myself.
  • Update: Vegetarian girl has reestablished contact -- her computer keeps crashing, apparently. So she's passed along her digits. Reverse lookup says only that it's tied to a cellphone.
  • giddyap then.
  • Is that a zucchini in your pocket?
  • 1. Call her. 2. Do NOT offer to fix her computer (way too nerdy). 3. Accept her vegetarianism without comment. Do not ask questions. 4. Jump her bones.
  • 5. Don't mention that you ran a reverse-lookup on her phone number.
  • 6. Profit!
  • OK, I've been away for a few days, and I find that I must question my own need to pick on the grammar of every girl that the good Captain likes, but someone should tell Monica that it's "fazed", not "phased".
  • Thank you, Lara. *continues to pet the tiny peeve
  • Roll up! Roll up! Place your bets!
  • ...and I find that I must question my own need to pick on the grammar of every girl that the good Captain likes... The standing invitation stands, darlin'. Had a very nice conversation with Vegetarian Girl last night, before her cellphone conked out.
  • This whole affair would make a great TV sitcom. We could call it, say, Renault's Landing, and the plot would be about the hilarious misadventures of a perfectly-layable Canadian guy trying to get laid. There would be this whole subplot of how his online pals were both trying to encourage and sabotage him at the same time. Perhaps there would be puppets. Kitfisto would of course be Buddy Lembeck.
  • *Googles* *Is not really any the wiser* *Decides to take offense any way* Hey! Wait a god-darn minute...!
  • Perhaps there would be puppets. Perhaps?! That's the whole lynchpin of the show!! *continues gluing googly eyes on RTD puppet*
  • don't forget to make my snakes red petebestestest....RED!
  • The problem with a RTD puppet is that you have to shove your hand up its butt to make its mouth move. Frankly, that's more than I can handle this early in the morning. Catch me after lunch.
  • nunja, I hope and pray that a FOX executive is lurking on this board. Or a CBC one. It'd be filmed in Vancouver either way. You think we can afford Mariska Hargitay to play that underpants character?
  • You think we can afford Mariska Hargitay to play that underpants character? Do they accept corn chips as legal tender in Canadia? If so, then yes, we can afford her.
  • Yes, but don't tell the Canadians. It's a surprise.
  • I'm flattered that there would be a stencil of me, but it should at least be realistic: my breasts are much larger than that. I suppose this isn't the thread for me to talk about my breasts. Nothing to see here, folks. Move along.
  • The Self-Post Filter is ready and waiting. Or you could start a new thread, with in-line pics of flikr links. We could make it a little contest. For all the horse and corpse buggery that goes on around here, I'm surprised there hasn't been a simple wet-t-shirt competition yet. I feel I can speak on behalf of all the male simians here when I say that we promise to be entirely objective. (Get it? Object-ive? Ha!)
  • The Self-Post Filter is ready and waiting. *head asplodes from irony*
  • so, why was it that you are single, Louis?
  • For all the horse and corpse buggery that goes on around here, I'm surprised there hasn't been a simple wet-t-shirt competition yet. Puh-leeze. How can you get more cliché than a wet t-shirt contest? Where's the creativity in that? Besides, these bad boys are in the witness relocation program, and I can't compromise their identitties by posting pics. Vinnie the Poke might be watching.
  • so, why was it that you are single, Louis? Seriously? "I've never been lucky with girls, I confess / Don't know who to blame for my lack of success..." If I knew why I was single (or, more accurately, why I've more or less always been single), I'd be halfway to changing my status. I've thought about that why a fair bit, but I try to avoid it, for that way madness lies. I've blamed a lot of things -- bad timing, lack of candidates, Ye Olde Catholic Guilte, whatever -- but Old Man Occam comes out and tells me that the one thing common to all of this is me myself, and that whatever needs fixing is entirely within. So, in short, idunno, and pass me another beer.
  • It couldn't be the fourth nipple.
  • No -- chicks dig my Scaramanga impersonation. With that something extra.
  • It's all about the symmetry.
  • Capt. Renault is single because he and Lara are destined to be a couple, but both are too timid to make a move. That is the only reason.
  • Monkeyfilter: fairly inactive biological mandates
  • Louis and Lara. Why does that sound like a soap opera dream couple?
  • Because the sex would be fantastic. I have already created the Photoshop simulations.
  • Your comment is useless without pics.
  • I know! I'll arrange to meet Capt at the local malt shop, nunia can arrange to meet lara at the same time and place, then me and nunia will 'accidentally' be late. leaving the love birds time to get to know each other... I love it when a plan comes together!
  • It's almost crazy enough to work. *prepares power tools for A-Team montage*
  • And I will foil their leetle plan by directing a needy, grammatically-unsound vegetarian fembot (my own design!) at the captain mere seconds before kitfisto arrives with Lara! Buuuuwahahaha! *steeples fingers, raises one bemused Spockesque eyebrow, leans back on carved throne of ebonwood, slips off onto floor*
  • I meant to do that.
  • But I'll be secretly watching from behind the bushes with nunia and her breasts, see the danger and distract the fembot with a spicy bean burger. *lights cigar* *coughs*
  • Excuse me folks, excuse me, comin' through dere, Department of Taglines here! Just stand by for a second here *hydraulic drill sounds* MonkeyFilter: I suppose this isn't the thread for me to talk about my breasts. Ahh! *snif* Aiight! There we go, tank youse for your co'perations! *slips around corner, talks into walkie-talkie disguised as a sub sandiwch*
  • Thank you petebreast.
  • He's jugst doing his job, as splentitly as always.
  • (I vote for the personal trainer with the Man-In-The-Van eyes and the Doberman. I have a good feeling about him.)
  • Somehow, I think kit's plan is a clever ruse to get the Captain for himself.
  • (And what's with the goofy-looking guy her dad picked?)
  • I say we just give Capt the fembot. What could it hurt?
  • (And did you find that by googling "29-year old virgin"?)
  • We've all done it. Googled, that is, not the, er...*blush*...*cough*...you know, um...it.
  • (And did you find that by googling "29-year old virgin"?) No, it was obscurestore. if it wasn't for obscurestore, I'd have nothing to post at all. Update: I think I blew it with Vegetarian Girl. Called her during my lunch hour yesterday, and she got all pissy that I called her when she was at work. Couple points: 1. I called her cell, not her work, and by its very nature, there's no telling where a cell is going to be. And if it was inappropriate, why pick up? 2. When I called her at seven on Tuesday, she was also at work, and when I asked her if she could talk, she made it clear that it was just fine. So I went along with the established precedent. In conclusion: I don't get vegetarians.
  • No-one wants a girlfriend that won't eat meat. You're better off without her.
  • I've heard from reliable sources that vegetarians get their protein from the crushed souls of their mates. But some dudes are into that.
  • vegetablists!
  • Hey! My girlfriend is vegetarian ... oh, wait. I like Kraftwerk.
  • I was a vegetarian for six months, and I never farted so much in my life. This concludes this test of the Too Much Information Broadcasting System.
  • I'm a vegetarian. I guess my dream of a hot monkey orgy with the Captain and kitfisto is a thing of the past... *sigh*
  • If you called her during your lunch, she could probably smell your ham sandwich over the phone.
  • That was no dream, Lara.
  • Is there a "vegetarian" or "gristle-munching hoo-ah" checkbox on the Intarweb Dating thing Louis?
  • *takes back that thing he just said about veggies*
  • *spit take!
  • 4 days and no updates? What kind of a blog is this?! *makes obscene comment involving vegetables* *fades back into the crowd*
  • Perhaps it's a virtual tie-on-the-doorknob kinda thing. Shhh.
  • *holds glass to door* *giggles*
  • Uh, ok. Vegetarian Girl hasn't contacted me since I called her when she was at work. The last few emails and calls were mine, so I figured it was her turn, and -- nuthin'. Oh well. Got smiled at by a girl in St. Catharines who has no picture, and only the barest of profiles. Seeing as how I'm going to have credits to burn, I emailed saying that she wasn't giving much to us poor guys to go on, :), tell me a bit about yourself. Email remains unread. I'm putting my faith in Frosh Week, some poor girl away from home for the first time, lonely, easily impressed, and with low alcohol tolerance.
  • Oh, boy. Are you also going to start parking near the junior high at lunchtime, in a trench coat, with a bag of nice candies? This has taken a nasty turn.
  • I wasn't serious, Ralph.
  • How did you know about the candies, RTD? Hmm? You are aware, are you not, of Harrell's maxim: "He who smelt it, dealt it"?
  • My noontime exploits are no business of yours. And Louis, stop calling me at work.
  • I smell vegetables on Ralph's breath. Get a rope.
  • Vegetables AND rope?!?!!1 Kinky!
  • Only ropes of the poorest quality have kinks. Must be the improper use of vegetables.
  • I have to share this: "Find your way to me.........." In My Own Words At birth, lovers are joined by an invisible thread. Over time, the thread shrinks until the couple is brought together. *GAG* That's it. That's the entire dating profile. You see what I'm working with here, people? Good thing that I'm down to 14 credits. I can't take much more of this ellipses-abuse...
  • Maybe it's me, but I'm under the impression that navigating through the profiles and double-speaking, halting, emails of online dating might be just as difficult as . . um . . not?
  • I can't believe you're giving up on lavalife, Louis. I got more action in the year and a half I spent on there than I did the previous 39. I recommend it to all my single and loosely-married friends. You just have to give it time and learn the ropes. Don't give up now. OK, some more pearls of online-dating wisdom*: 1. As I said before, don't be too picky too early in the process. Have at least one real-life date with a few girls you don't think are quite right for you. You might be surprised, and if not, then at least you've gained some practice. 2. Stop with the email chains and phone chatter, already. Email contact should be friendly and fun but always focused on feeling out the dating prospects and getting the digits. Once you start phone contact the real-life date should be set up in the first phone call. Anything else will be seen by her as stalling and waffling and general lack of confidence (a killer). * I feel a need to pass this stuff on due to the fact that once I got really good at working the LL dating scene, I met a great girl and am no longer in a position to apply my vast knowledge.
  • Wow, I didn't know Madeline Bassett was on Lavalife.
  • Update: Logged on this morning, and I saw that the girl who once emailed me that: "Um. I went out with this boy last night, and I'm pretty much willing to marry him if he were to ask me tomorrow. Not sure if he feels the same way, but I'm taking myself off of lava anyway.... You are SO DAMN cute, and SO DAMN funny, and SO DAMN smart. I'm not entirely sure what you're looking for here, but either way, I don't imagine it'd take you long to find it. Take care..." has returned to the lava, with a new profile thingy. I actually wondered if she would get in touch, and if so, just what I would do. Seems as though that question is no longer hypothetical. She sent me an IM, explaining that, yes, she met some guy, he turned out to be engaged, wondered if I was still around, here I was, would I like to get a hold of her? Ignoring the lameness of my still being here while someone goes off to have a relationship and then rejoin lava for the moment, do I: a) tell her to piss off, that I'm nobody's Plan B, or b) warily accept, see where it goes? I should add that I'm on the Verge Of Something in the real world, something I'd rather not jinx by laying out here, as much as Ralph would be disappointed in my not doing so.
  • Dude. She was ready to marry a guy she didn't know. Are you sure you want this?
  • Danger, Will Robinson!
  • Meet lava girl, and learn about what she's really like. Base your decision on that, rather than the few pieces of sketchy information you have now.
  • It's only a date. Why not? It sounds like she either got a little loopy over some guy who didn't feel the same way back, or got taken for a ride by an asshole looking for a little something on the side. Neither one of those makes her un-datable. She might be bitter or she might be clingy, but you take those chances any time you go out on the date. And get the whole plan B thing out of your head. It really doesn't matter how you think she ranked you based on knowing almost nothing about you. In general, dating goes much smoother when the people involved put aside their pride during that awkward phase where they're getting to know each other.
  • Nein! *slaps riding crop on desk*
  • "...as much as Ralph would be disappointed in my not doing so" Six months of self-destructing exhibitionism and now he worries about my sensibilities? Louis, as I've said before, cover your tracks. Ask Tricycle for a complete purge of this thread. If/when true monkeylove ever comes your way, the objet 'd' Capitaine will undoubtedly google you, and you are toast. Cease, desist, and shred.
  • *caches thread* Go and meet this other chick. What harm can it do?
  • Do it. Do it. Do it.
  • Go and meet this other chick. What harm can it do? Fool! Don't you know what wimmen can do to a guy?! Haven't you seen medical journals or the nightly news?! Fer Gott's sake, mahn! Shee'll tear 'im ah new kit-hole!
  • go meet her. then next day, ask her to marry you. that way you'll know how you compare with mr. engaged. but really, it is only a date and she already thinks you're cute and funny and smart. so go for it while the thing with the verger is developing.
  • I know you guys are right, but my gut said no, and I went with my gut.
  • My gut says, "Hey, these pants are getting tighter. But put more beer in me anyway!"
  • Capt. Renault c/o Monkeyfilter Christ M. Jesus New Zealand Dear Louis: We, the editors of Living Vicariously magazine regret to inform you that your community blog sub-entry "Curious George the Hard Up" has been removed from out five star status list and indeed has been relegated to the basementorial world of the two star realm. This is due in no small part to the fact that you represented, via your column, to have a proverbial "bird in the bush", as they say, but have instead decided to remain at a table for one. This curious manoeuvre has rendered your diary lifeless, and has disappointed your regular readers, lurkers, and contributers in equal measure. We at Living Vicariously are always saddened to pass along such news, but your pattern of dithering leaves us little choice. Tsk, tsk, Captain. Sincerely, Montfort von Don Bourgenaise, Publisher and Editor in Chief, Living Vicariously Magazine
  • Dear Mr. Bolognese, Said subject also purported to be "on the Verge Of Something in the real world" that he's not going to share. So maybe he had a bird in the hand and one in the bush. But still, since we're not receiving any vicarious enjoyment from the hand or the bush, I am hereby cancelling my subscription to your fine publication. Please return my $3.95. I understand I can keep the tote bag and binoculars as my free gifts. Sincerely, Lara Q Waddington-Waxley
  • Awww, lay off guys. This dating shit is the scariest thing a human being can do that doesn't result in immediate and painful death.
  • Dear Ms. Womanly-Waxjob: Please find enclosed your $3.95. And you can stuff the tote bag and the binoculars up your ass, for all we care. Indeed, we hope you do. Signed, Mr. Lord Fred Upanjob-Workmanwrench, Senior Refundoligist. Living Vicariously Magazine
  • J. Bilford Blowmishire 11309 S. George Flopton Dear Sir, I write to protest most strongly the implication that Plan B girl was in fact "all that". In truth, no bag of chips was ever present in conjunction with Ms. B., nor were her efforts to engage the former Exhibit Null ever beneficent or unforbidding. Furthermore, your sack stinks of rot and you may heretofore stuff it. Yours, Rev. P.B. Jellywit, Ret. Wizmarck
  • #14 Spinster Parkway Puddington, New York Dear Stir or Madman, Enclosed please find a picture of my cat Mr. Whiskers. If that doesn’t convince you that I need a free subscription of Living Vicariously , I don’t know what will, you cheap bastards. And when are you going to print more of those cute stories about the darned things kids say, and that nice Canadian fellow who’s looking for a girl to share his igloo and maple syrup with? Singed celery, Miss Theodora Underpantsternak-Monstre
  • drivingmenuts, that's no excuse and you know that!
  • This dating shit is the scariest thing a human being can do that doesn't result in immediate and painful death. *throws back head and howls with laughter
  • A bird in the hand poos on your wrist. Trufax.
  • Especially if it's a lory. Sadfax.
  • Letters to the Editor Dept. Living Vicariously Magazine Dear Sirs, It is with some regret (and I must admit, some relief) to discover that the "Curious George the Hard-Up" subcolumn of Monkeyfilter has been relegated from its five-star status. For those pre-verts and social maladjusts who follow minor-league action, I enclose the following email from Plan B girl -- which, for histriocity's sake, I should point out was not sent as a regular email to the Captain, but through that of lava. This means that she spent good money to send it, which was a completely unecessary proposition. Date: Sep 12 at 10:26 PM EDT Subject: just one thing - promise Right. So don't get freaked out. I'm not THAT girl. I was in bed and I thought "oh, what if my message was taken the wrong way" - the response to your email, I mean. What I wanted to tell you was that you might want to check out bust.com. They have a personals section, and I think that JUST MAYBE your girl is a Bust reader. Seriously, I think you'd do really well there. ALSO. I'm thinking you might be good for my friend Kendra. Except that she's not my friend anymore (we had a falling out - I still maintain that she's a great girl, if not a wee bit uptight). She MIGHT still be on lava as TALLCHICK. Lastly, I say this. I don't want you to think you were plan B. Honestly not how my head works. I met Brian first and I'm intense. I had a chocolate milk on our date, and I was done. What can you do about that? These things are all about taking chances. Not about courage. I've been burned twice, pretty badly, over the last year and a half. And it's been worth it. It doesn't take courage to keep putting yourself out there. It takes energy, yes. It's self preservation, you know? That, and optimism. I do apologize if you thought it was in bad taste, though. SO. Check out the personals on Bust.com. Maybe look for Kendra. Good luck with everything. The French included. Perhaps your readers will have more luck interpreting this than I have, despite my years of advanced clinical training. Yours very truly (but not in that way), Dr. Heinrich von Fleischwurst-Wissenschaften, Head of Psychiatry and Medical Power of Attorney for Capt. Renault, Golden Meadows Recooperative Home Elizabeth, New Jersey
  • Editors, Living Vicariously Magazine Des Moines, Iowa Dear Sirs, I have been purchasing your publication from my local pornography shop for the last six months now, mistakenly believing it to be about dating. As you will no doubt know, your magazine has contained no accounts of actual dating or male/female (or otherwise) canoodling, save one unfortunate episode at the Bean Bar which I trust I do not need to relate. Past articles such as "Ten Excuses Not To Call Her", "Is She a Pshcho Chick?" and "Dump Her Before You Meet Her", while informative and well written, do not fulfill the promise of a self-proclaimed 'dating' magazine. If you do not start publishing actual accounts of actual real-life face-to-face interactions between like-minded red-blooded singles in romantic or erotic situations, I would ask that you return to me the $5.95 CAD x 6 issues that I have heretofore wasted on your magazine, which I can then spend on "Best of Penthouse Forum" and "Tiger Beat". Vicariously Yours, Dr. Irwin Gotleib, Ph.D. (Hon) Dept. of Theoretical Human Relations Amsterdam Polytechnic
  • Subject: just one thing - promise TRANSLATION: This email is intended to assuage my guilt at rejecting you. Please be informed it was written for my benefit, and not yours. Right. So don't get freaked out. I'm not THAT girl. TRANSLATION: "THAT girl" is a misleading, vague descriptor of how I believe you see me. It is intended to cover the full spectrum of psychological types that you might associate with my behavior, without a full admission of guilt. I was in bed and I thought "oh, what if my message was taken the wrong way" - the response to your email, I mean. TRANSLATION: Immediately after having pleasured myself in the bed you will never share with me, it occurred to me that I didn't express myself clearly when I responded to your email. To further cloud the issue, I have sent you this postage-paid missive of misinformation in order to obtain the upper hand and further absolve my guilt. What I wanted to tell you was that you might want to check out bust.com. They have a personals section, and I think that JUST MAYBE your girl is a Bust reader. Seriously, I think you'd do really well there. TRANSLATION: As a means of digging my finger into your wounds in such a way that you would smile and welcome it, I am offering this paltry bit of information to aid you in your quest to find a suitable mate. ALSO. I'm thinking you might be good for my friend Kendra. Except that she's not my friend anymore (we had a falling out - I still maintain that she's a great girl, if not a wee bit uptight). She MIGHT still be on lava as TALLCHICK. TRANSLATION: I have this rejected friend who wasn't good enough for me, but is probably good enough for you. But be warned: she's got issues, and she's topographically high. Lastly, I say this. I don't want you to think you were plan B. Honestly not how my head works. I met Brian first and I'm intense. I had a chocolate milk on our date, and I was done. What can you do about that? These things are all about taking chances. Not about courage. I've been burned twice, pretty badly, over the last year and a half. And it's been worth it. It doesn't take courage to keep putting yourself out there. It takes energy, yes. It's self preservation, you know? That, and optimism. TRANSLATION: It is a well-known law of physics that chocolate milk induces women to fall in love with men. This situation occurred outside of the scope of my control, and I am therefore a victim. Further, as I am worldly and understand the mechanisms of relationships, I find that it is best to bludgeon myself metaphorically in regards to my past failures in order to impress upon you the magnitude of my spirit: I have the heart of a champion. You should feel inspired. I do apologize if you thought it was in bad taste, though. TRANSLATION: This is the sentence I utter whereby I wash my hands of any negative emotions I have evoked in you. The damned spot is out. SO. Check out the personals on Bust.com. Maybe look for Kendra. TRANSLATION: SO. Thank you, but no. And don't forget I offered you an alternate to make up for this extreme dissing. Good luck with everything. The French included. This closing platitude indicates that this issue is closed. I should expect never to hear from you again. Further, I include all Frenchmen in my platitude, just to cover all bases.
  • Chocolate milk? Hubba hubba!
  • I had a chocolate milk on our date, and I was done. This just in: kitfisto is Plan B girl! *clicks on radio to bluegrass "chase" music* (on preview - aHA!)
  • IIRC, I was volunteering at a golf-tournament fundraiser yesterday and had chocolate milk for the first time in a decade because it was the least unpalatable thing the beverage cart had on offer. And then, an adorable young man with a rakish mustache and his golf cap on backwards (Mmm, bad boy) zipped over in his cart brought me some apple wine he'd snuck onto the course. I shall leave the gentle readers of Living Vicariously to wonder which drink brought me closer to a state of doneness. That said, a date with Kendra the Tall Chick could be fun. You could spend it picking on her ex-friend.
  • Just go on a date already, please?
  • I'M TRYING.
  • Pfft - Dames. Always pushin' never satisfied. *snaps open sports section, chews cigar*
  • Trying to what? Pick out Ms Right before you've even met her?
  • Hey, the "I drank chocolate milk and ooo I wanna get married" line is over there, sweetheart. The "I can name at least two Ramones" line is here. We got, like, standards an' shit, aiight? *adjusts jacket, stretches neck*
  • Editors Living Vicariously Magazine 856 Underburg Posthouse Lane Waddingtonshireburg, NJ Dear Sirs, I am composing this missive to express my concern regarding the sentiment expressed in a letter you printed from the reader who identified herself as nunia. It it my belief that she may have misinterpretted the correspondence between the good captain and the woman referred to as Ms. Plan B. If you would humor me for a moment, I would like to direct your attention to volume #295297 of your magazine, published on the twelfth of September, 2006. According to your account of the situation, the Captain had been propositioned (for a romantic liaison I assume) by the aformentioned female love interest. He declined the offer, choosing instead to remain vigilant in the Fortress of Solitude, bird firmly in hand, on account of the urgings of his "gut." It may be that this situation may have evoked feelings of rejection in the tender heart of Miss Plan B, and this letter seems to be a reaction to those feelings. It is an attempt to get the last word in, as it were, as well as salvage her pride and end the relationship while feeling as if she is in the dominant position--as if she had rejected the captain and not the other way around. I must insist, however, that she is not to be faulted for this, as dating can be a perilous undertaking for one who is sensitive to the minor emotional bruisings that come with the occasional rejection. The bit with the chocolate milk, however, I admit is cause for concern. Excessively yours, Bear-of-Diminutive-Stature, Esq. PS. If I may be so bold, I would suggest that the term "topographically high" referenced in the same letter does not accurately describe the woman's height. I would instead state that her cranial apex attains a greater elevation than the average member of the female gender. It is but a mere suggestion.
  • Editor's Note: Any resemblance between this response from "smallish bear" and the one from "nunia" is purely coincidental, despite the fact that they both say pretty much the same thing.
  • Sir, I eagerly opened the most recent copy of your excellent journal Living Precariously, looking forward to once more sharing in the travails of Captain Wren-Knowles and his bold team, as they bivouaced on the narrowest of ledges in their daring ascent of the little-climbed east face of Bashi La, only to find it had been replaced by soppy drivel concerning the ill-starred amours of a colonial fop who appears incapable of scaling anything, least of all a ladies' embonpoint, due in no small part to an ill-advised choice of footwear. What the devil is going on? Yours, sputtering Col. Abiezer Bufton-Tufon (Retd.), DSC, BSE, Turkmeni Star. Dun Foamin Barking.
  • *scrunches up face, crumples paper closed* *ring ring* City Desk! Yeah I seen 'em! Yeah yeah yeah! Well whatta want me to do, pull a completely healthy intelligent Canoodian woman with chest out to here outta my ass?! Yeah yeah, I know the boss' gettin' irate! Fine! *slams phone down* Parker!! Get out there, and get me some hot Canoodian babely picktures Now! And so help me if that damned "Spider Man" shows up again, I'll brain ya! *fumes*
  • Sir As a longtime reader of your organ I always considered the letters page to be a work of fiction produced by the more feverish-minded of your interns. This all changed the day I happened to share a cab with three norwegian quadruplets and ██████ ██████ ███ ███████ ███████ ███████████████. ███████████ ██████ █████ ████ ███████████ ███████████ ████ ███████████ Capt. Renault," she gasped. ██████ ██ ███ ████████ ███████! █████████ ████ ██ ███ ██████ █████████ ████████████ ████████████! Ha ha ha ████████ ███████ and it was kitfisto █████████. yours etc. ██████ ██████████ ████████████
  • heh heh heh )))!!
  • Only three of the quadruplets?
  • Ys. I was quadruplet numer four!
  • yes and number, obv. chizz chizz
  • despite extensive redaction to protect the innocent, kit has come forth as quad #4. some innocents don't need protecting, it seems.
  • A Letter To Our Readers From the Editorial Board of Living Vicariously Magazine Dearest Readers: While we at Living Vicariously always appreciate receiving correspondence from our loyal subscribers and newsstand purchasers (and, by the way, if you're still buying Living Vicariously off the newsstand you are missing out on HUGE SAVINGS! Just check out one of the several hundred 3x5 cards inserted in this issue to "voyeur" the steep discounts that await you as a new subscriber!), we must occasionaly remind readers of certain content restrictions for our "Letters to the Editor" page. Specifically, there has recently been a not-so-small deluge of e-mail addressed to the "Capt. Renault, Curious George the Hard Up" article of our most recent issue. While we appreciate feedback, here are some comments that were received that we really can do without: 1. "Get 'er! Slip 'er the love salami NOW! Be a MAN!!!" 2. "Good luck, buddy, but if you don't f*** that 'local gal', you're missing somethin' that I had last Tuesday, if you know what I mean." 3. "You said you'd call. You promised you would CALL!!!" - Kitfisto" Please try and keep you Letters to the Editor on-topic, and of general, not personal use. We thank you in a mosty civilised way, Yours impeccably, Montfort von Don Bourgenaise, Publisher and Editor in Chief, Living Vicariously Magazine
  • xi off of the m, as it were. or x now.
  • *opens centerfold* *turns mag 90°* *whistles* Hey! There are, like, ten more posts to 1000 for this thread. Actually, make that nine.
  • Dear Capt. Renault: You could sneak away now, while they're not watching. They would continue the letters theme for several months before they discovered that you'd left. Yours sensibly, Gertrude Fishcamp-Bollywood End Times Coordinator The Religion with No Name.
  • Just think, dear Capt. Renault, if you should never find a woman, spend the rest of your life alone and forgotten in some sleezy hotel room without ever having had the joy of marriage and procreation, this wonderful thread will linger on as your memorial, long after you have passed into the great Lavalife dating site in the sky.
  • I can thnk of no finer legacy.
  • Who the fuck am I kidding. I can think of ten million finer legacies. Sorry there, Louis.
  • Just because we keep posting here doesn't mean we have no lavalife. Or wait - it does . . mean we have . . wait. Whichever. Go Louis! *waves pennant, calls for beer guy*
  • Hello! Excuse me! I'm trying to renew my subscription to The Frotteurist - am I in the right building? Hellooo?
  • You'll find their offices on the 69th floor, sir. Right between the Journal of Victorian Perversions and Who's Who Among North American Naughty Nurses. Turn left after the Monkeyfilter Lovelife Review, and try not to inhale too deeply. Have a pleasant morning, Sir. *walks briskly back to ornately carved reception desk, heels clicking on Italian marble floor, comtemplates Diego Rivera mural of rabbits introducing themselves to cats*
  • Thanks! *Follows TUM very closely and in step back to desk / wheels away at the last minute*
  • I'm trying to renew my subscription to The Frotteurist - am I in the right building? Right building. Wrong thread. *casually rubs self against potted plant located by elevator* 1000th post! Whee! Now, GET BACK ON TOPIC, YOU BUNCH O'DERAILERS!
  • When the good Captain finally achieves his objective (and he will), the MoFi celebrations will make the Red Sox World Series win look like a church social.
  • By way of congratulations on that glorious day, I'm personally planning a vigorous car-burning, with a side of looting.
  • Editor's Note: Any resemblance between this response from "smallish bear" and the one from "nunia" is purely coincidental, despite the fact that they both say pretty much the same thing. I interpretted her email as an attempt to recover some dignity after an awkward exchange of rejections. Re-reading your post, I get the impression that you interpreted her email as a way of assuaging her guilt for being an evil, evil bitch that deeply wronged the good captain, and who took the opportunity to rub it in (whatever it was), in a variety of mean-spirited ways. They both dealt minor blows to the other's ego, but I don't see any reason to assume such harsh motivations behind everything she says. This is the significant difference between our two posts, because if one is going to assume the worst and look at every email/message through this kind of lens, then why bother with dating at all? She's still a chocolactophiliac (medical term) which is unavoidably odd.
  • I am a chocolactophiliac and proud!
  • but I don't see any reason to assume such harsh motivations behind everything she says. See, now you're taking it out of the realm of super-sarcastic fun and turning it into real-world emotions and crap. How are we supposed to have fun with that?
  • MonkeyFilter - Living Vicariously: the opportunity to rub it in (whatever it was) It's all in the wrist. *snif*
  • Isn't a chocolactophiliac someone who fucks milk chocolate?
  • Hey, what about those of us those poor unfortunate people who prefer dark chocolate?
  • Lara, I've been trying to come up with a clever "schwartzchocolactophiliac" or something...help me out here girl.
  • Never go back, eh, Lara?
  • *muches dark-chocolate covered espresso beans*
  • *shakes Internets hoping some will fall through*
  • *puts nose up to speaker and sniffs, hoping for some of that wonderful expresso scent*
  • Ow! Who's shaking the damned internet? My fine china figurines! Captain R, have you quietly snuck away? If not, should we consider said real-word development to mean your internet search is temporarily suspended?
  • She'll never love him like I do...
  • Praise Jebus for that, Monkeys. *puts on mask and gloves, takes shovel, removes evidence of Fisto's "love"
  • Damn, I thought no-one would notice I wasn't here... I'm working on the real-world thing right now. There'll be an encounter tomorrow morning, and I'm hoping to make the most of that. Failing that, there's another real-world thing, a I'm-going-to-be-there-are-you-going-to-be-there thing with the cute girl from the indie record store at the Sadies show this weekend. And lava is still wishy-washy. Ran out of credits, saw an interesting girl, bought more credits, emailed, and she quoted Will Farrell at me to go away. Effective, that.
  • And lava says that my dumb opening line (I change it pretty much every day) of "Jared Diamond is SUCH a pessimist" was unacceptable. However, I did manage to sneak a reference to tromboning past the censors a little while back. Go figure.
  • Go, Capt., Go!
  • Jared Diamond ruleX0rz. I was completely unaware that almost all modern grains & animal . . stuff came from the Middle East. Me mind, she was blown for weeks aboot tha'.
  • "There'll be an encounter tomorrow morning, and I'm hoping to make the most of that." 1. Mimosas, not coffee. 2. Check fly on pajama bottoms. "Oops" is a turn-off for most. 3. Do not mention that you are missing your favorite cartoons.
  • Do you think the Capt. might want us to back off?
  • I think he'll most likely just move to another country, change his name, have a renowned plastic surgeon alter his appearance and get a new MoFi login if that's the case.
  • "Hello, my name is Cap- Claude Rains. Yes. Claude Rains." /Homer Simpson's fakey voice
  • "Do you think the Capt. might want us to back off?" Does the man pouring gasoline on the fire want to extinguish it?
  • Update: From real-world girl, I got the line "It's very sweet of you, but..." I don't know what came after that, and it doesn't matter anyway. But it's OK, because I have Angela Desveaux to keep me company now. She opened for the Sadies, and we formed that special bond that can only a lead singer blinded by stage lights and some guy partly standing behind some mammoth other guy in the second row can have. It's all just a matter of time... Later, after I got home after the real-world girl disappointment, I realized that Ralph may be onto something with his Crocs theory. But, those same Crocs may have scored me Dalai Lama tickets, so: "Hello, Dalai! You're lookin' swell, Dalai!"
  • Update: Didn't score the Dalai Lama tickets, so bah. But the Stratford production of the Duchess of Malfi I saw on Saturday had plenty of gratuitous nudity, so at least my nekkid-chick streak is over. Hooray for Legitimate Theatre! Heh. "Streak." And in an pissantish mood this afternoon, I sent an email to a local girl whose opening line expressed an appreciation for proper grammar. She values honesty, so I thought I'd help by pointing out her spelling mistake in the name of her home town. Yes, I'm a jerk. But one has to make one's own fun on lava, I find. I'll wait for her response before pointing out her error on 'your'. 25. Grad student. Also, I've started up on Consumating, which I'm finding to be brutally Darwinistic, and not too easy to navigate. I have a nice chain going with a woman who lives in Winnipeg. Comsumating's "Local Search" function leaves a lot to be desired...
  • Well the title is certainly provocative: "Consumating: A New Way To Find People Who Don't Suck"
  • Monkeyfilter: brutally Darwinistic, and not too easy to navigate
  • And in an pissantish mood this afternoon, I sent an email to a local girl whose opening line expressed an appreciation for proper grammar. She values honesty, so I thought I'd help by pointing out her spelling mistake in the name of her home town. Finally lured you to the darkside of dating through grammar! Gimme a big hug!
  • P.S. And correcting the grammar and spelling of all potential mates is definitely not the reason I'm single.
  • *removes pants, opens arms to hug Lara*
  • *runs in, throws a thick blanket on Capt. Renault's nether regions, runs out*
  • Aw, and just when it was getting to the good part. *mope*
  • Update: Grammar girl didn't respond, just made the change on her own. So I helpfully pointed out that she had written "your" when she meant "you're". Also, got confirmation from Consumating girl that if we were both in Winnipeg, we'd soooo be dating each other right now. So, um, yeah.
  • I bet it's koko!
  • She likes a laugh
  • No! She's mine! *fights, devolves*
  • You might not want to read this. Runs to yearbook to look for this Sarah Schoomer person.
  • This is awesome. 6/4/2006 - Dinnertime So Joanne meets Darren on JDate.com, and they set up a date for June 4th at the China Grill in NYC. They go out to dinner and Joanne offers to split the bill, but Darren insists on paying. 6/19/2006 - Evening Darren leaves a message on Joanne’s home answering machine telling her that since she didn’t want a second date that she should split the cost of the dinner with him, and follows up with this email (in the link above)
  • wow having gone on even one date with Darren must be giving Joanne some serious creeps about now... Louis, don't act like Darren!!
  • Thanks, mandyman. I suspected as much about Consumating -- more about showing off how cool you are than anything else. And trying is never cool. And the story about Darren -- duuuuuude. Even I know they answer to that one. Even if you're not going to get anywhere with her, there's always a possibility of a set-up with her cute friend. That being said, $127 for Chinese? Kwong Chow is still going strong on their $3 dinner special. Dude should have called the Kwong number. He could throw her that buck and a half, no problem, and look all classy and shit.
  • He could at least have sent her a proper invoice on letterhead.
  • *rates mountain-of-a-woman zero on honesty* *rates captain zero on will-ask-you-out-in-a-timely-fasion* *rates self five on hyphen-ography*
  • I have killed it! *stuffs and mounts thread over fireplace*
  • This thread doesn't die until Louis gets laid.
  • I'm still available, capt...
  • From mandyman's link: "Veteran online daters and consultants who help people write their profiles say there are ways to avoid the scourge of undateability." TwoThree things: 1. There are dating-site-profile consultants? We monkeys oughta start a business. 2. Captain, you should hire one of these professionals. Maybe they have a date guarantee. (And don't suck at this consultancy stuff like Simians Getting You Laid Consultants.) Plus, you could totally report back to us on what they really do. 3. There are dating-site-profile consultants?!
  • "Under the new price structure, your bill, Capt., comes to a total of $700. Now, you've already paid $0, so that's just $700 that you owe us monkeys for dating and profile advice already provided on this thread."
  • He don't need no consultant. Just send the chicks to me and I'll tell them how cool and dreamy he is. For a much smaller fee.
  • www.rentayenta.com
  • I'm not too concerned about the profiles, actually. When I have gotten reaction to them, it's been fairly positive. Every week or so, I just chat a bit about something I did over the weekend, about a movie or show or whatever. That way, I put my interests out there, but it's very casual and not at all the list of demands that most profiles are. Pictures are decent enough, in that they are accurate depictions. Always in a suit, to distinguish myself from the ballcaps. The profile, then, is just me being me. Thus, why women aren't responding, as the ones on lava are all a little staid and dull. However, I will admit that I haven't done a lot of work on the Consumating profile. Quite disappointed with Consumating, actually. There are the problems that mandyman pointed out earlier, that it's all a popularity contest and extremely difficult to get yourself noticed, but it's also USAcentric. Searching locally in Canada turns up results in BC, for example, and the geographic listings aren't prepopulated -- so you can make up any old thing (as I found out with Winnipeg girl). And I don't get this tagging thing. Tagging to link to other people's interests, sure, but tagging as graffitti on other people's profiles, don't get. As well, Consumating itself is sending me daily spam on shit they're trying to hock. Like a china set where everything has a Prince Albert ring on it (WTF?). And I have no interest in being spammed OR subjected to this insane death-match popularity contest. I still like OKCupid the best, but there simply isn't enough of a base to work with. Plus, there's this cute chick in my Intermediate Conversational French class. And the prof seems determined to hook me up with a student out of some want for vicarious living...
  • Sacre blue! Or whatever.
  • Well, there are a couple of cute chicks in that class, actually. But the one is, like, seventeen, and is there with her mom. Girl is Belgian, but the mom is Polish. Haven't figured out yet how that works. And the mom clearly has a crush on me -- we had to talk about our favourite seasons last night, and hers was spring, and she had this whole story about how she likes to go for long walks with someone like me [long gaze, long pause] holding hands and sharing romantic thoughts about the fresh air. Which creates a difficult dynamic for hitting on the much cuter, much younger, way too young daughter. Whose Belgianness stirs something deep within my Dutch DNA. But the other girl is a psych/French major at Brock, and is taking these extra French classes to get more conversational in, as she's embarrassed to do so at the uni. We have a little subversive wink and nod campaign going on against the prof's no-breaks-and-run-over-time habit. Cute as all get-go. But braces. But also possessed of a rack which can only be described as resplendent. So I'm taking it slow and steady, as not to be completely obvious about it.
  • DING DONG! I'm signing up. Je mappel kifisto.
  • Well she was just seventeen you know what I mean And the way her mom expounded on the springtiiiiiiime Now I'd Say her rack Was resplendeeeeennt OOOooooo! When I took that class out there *guitar solo*
  • 17? Just recalled the 'Half your age plus seven' rule for dating I read about on some Mefi thread... But braces Ah, may I say, Capt., that you're staring to sound way too picky?
  • Oh, no -- I can see past her braces. All the way to her ski-jump-sloped breasts. There, I tend to stop.
  • Dude, what are you waiting for? MILF it up! This shouldn't even be a question. She *knows* stuff and she appears interested?
  • Yeah, come on already, Renault! Only 23 days left for me to win the pool.
  • Flagpole, according to your rule I can't go younger than 26! I really, really, really want myself a 22 yo! hey Louis, how old are you again?? /heehee
  • What, now we have to check grillz off the list, too? Ms. Right Renault is starting to look less and less feasible. Why not date the mom for a year, then when the girl's 18, dump mom for her?
  • Yeah! And then invite the mom to the wedding, if things work out between you and the filly. That would be awesome.
  • Why not date the mom for wait a year, then when the girl's 18, dump mom for her go for a ménage à... Renault?
  • You all have way more faith in the captain's abilities...
  • Do. The. Mom.
  • MILF! MILF! MILF! MILF!
  • But the mom's, like, totally grody. She's got this greasy, stringy hair -- it looks like she's been living in a ditch. Downstream from the tannery. Yecch. But for my road trip to Montreal this weekend, I'll be staying in a hotel with a prostitute-rich environment, not to mention meeting up with an ex who still wants to have my baby, so depending on how alcohol weakens my Better Judgement, you may want to get in on the betting action right quick.
  • Oooh, little baby Captains!
  • don't forget a raincoat Capt!
  • Oooh, little baby Captains! Ooh! Will be get a Capta-cam? *readies email to cuteoverload*
  • we...not be
  • Hey, hiring professional help is cheating, isn't it?
  • Not if you're a swinging American! Or . . Louis.
  • nah!! go for the prostie!! why not? if you don't wind up drunkenly boinking yr ex you should find yourself a "companion" for the evening and get yrself fucked silly. It'll take the edge off...
  • Update please, sir?
  • Jeez, Louise, I keep away from this thing, hoping that you people would forget about it. I DON'T NEED THIS PRESSURE, RON. Fine. Both cuties in French class were AWOL last night, so no progress on that front. The mom wasn't there either. Road trip was excellent, and I kept hold of my Better Judgement, and didn't do anything with the ex. And while I expect us to engage in our Ten Year Conversation as to why we never got together, and why we're not going to get together (very long story short -- ten years ago, I was interested, she wasn't and was going out with somebody she knew to be a loser, then I wasn't interested, and then she was, I called her bluff and said we would get together if she dumped the loser boyfriend, she didn't, I finished school and moved back to Ontario, then after I had left, she grew more and more interested and me less so, as it became abundantly clear that she had personality traits that are fine for friendship but disastrous in a relationship, I graduated law school here which means that if I moved to Montreal I'd be throwing all of that down the shitter, she can't stand being in Ontario, I'm perfectly content not being together, and she's not). And this time, instead of asking me for my sperm so she could make little Captains without me, she wanted me to commit to being with her at some point in our lives, even if we're both sixty when it happens. And I didn't do that, being grossly unfair to any future partner. And not wanting to be with her in the first place. And I didn't do no nothin' with the prosties, either. So there. As for the internets stuff, I'm ditching Consumating, as it's way too complimicated and spammy. Lava has some new recruits, either really young and not responding, or Jesusy-types. (One such quote: "I appreciate someone with good family values. I value a christian man who is fit to be head of the home, and knows his role the family, under God." And yet she believes in divorce. And not in propositions. Huh.)
  • And just to preempt a few comments -- strictly speaking, she's not an ex, but she may as well be. Ease of reference.
  • A close friend of mine had a relationship exactly like the one you described. Last year they got married (after about 15 years of the back n' forth BS), and had a baby last week.
  • "I appreciate someone with good family values. I value a christian man who is fit to be head of the home, and knows his role the family, under God." She wants it in the butt.
  • She wants it in the butt. Funny, I thought the same thing. That she could be, like, commanded to do anal.
  • Seems like the stretch of Jesusy-types is over, now that this 25-yr-old has joined: iam amommy of five kids . iam shy . iam agood listener . iam clean . ilike to drink ,go for walks , cook .i have a pit named spike. i enjoy eating pizza im honust, faithful,kind, sweet , sexy,and good in bed.i enjoy gang related movies like get rich or die trying, atl ,i love rap music.iam looking for a dark skin male who knows how to dance . and lead in bed . never experienced. and very curious. *tugs collar*
  • Monkeyfilter: never experienced. And very curious.
  • Colononians 6:12 And the Lord said unto Paul "Yea she shall take it in thine nether area not once but thrice in the service of thine husband, this I decree" Paul responded "Thrice?" "Thrice," says the Lord. Paul "So shall be done unto your service my Lord, this is good."
  • a mommy of five kids is never experienced? Likes to drink? Damn.
  • And just to preempt a few comments -- strictly speaking, she's not an ex, but she may as well be. Ease of reference. That prompts even more questions. But I'll keep 'em to myself.
  • A pit named spike?! I had a small dugout named Francis, but a pit named spike? Crazy merkins.
  • You dug a hole and named it Francis? You Limeys need to eat more vegetables.
  • The fact that she thinks being clean is a noteworthy characteristic is a little unsettling...
  • Hey now: just because she has five kids doesn't necessarily mean she's "good in bed." Rather, it could simply mean that she is adept at being a seminal receptacle. Which is no small feat, let me tell you.
  • let me tell you Please don't.
  • *gurgle*
  • nunia!! you naughty little minx you ;)
  • Don't make me laugh when I'm trying to swallow! *cough cough*
  • What's all this, then?
  • Waiting for this is almost as bad as daisy_may and she has pictures. And the Cap'n still hasn't gotten laid? /yawns I second the dog and make sure it attracts the right type of people. Follow your nose and love will follow.
  • Wow, the MoFi Best of 2006 listing is awesome-- I've just read this ENTIRE THREAD in one sitting. And I gotta say: Captain, you like Buster Keaton AND the Sadies? Do me. Do me now. Oh no, Kitfisto, put down that meat tenderizer! No! Bad touch! Bad touch! Aaaiiiieeeeeee!!!
  • Grrrrrrrrrrrr
  • Speedlime, you fool! Don't you know that there are certain MoFi threads that should *never* be read in their entirety at one sitting? Not even for seasoned M'Fiers. *speaks in Voice of Doom You know not what you risk.
  • Yeah, I pretty much figured that one out after trying to plow through the saga of Daisy_May all at once. My eyes are still a little crossed... Also, all this growling and Voice of Dooming is VERY SCARY!! /hides under table
  • /encourages speedlime to pursue the capt., no matter what kit (3000 miles away) might say.
  • /encourages speedlime to pursue the capt. and encourages (her?) to continue this heroic exploration of the monkeyfilter files. bravo!
  • *files paperwork to seal personal file* For what it's worth, if I were a single monkey, and I weren't on a diet, I would hunt down the Capt and eat him like a chocolate cake. Thus, I highly recommend him as prey. Good hunting, speedlime!
  • /stalks through the humid jungles of MoFi, hunting rifle at the ready. Does the Captain know y'all are referring to him as prey? I might be a bit nervous, were I him! I'm kind of nervous, myself, with all this encouragement... Monkes are NICE people, aren't they? Really? You wouldn't be setting up a clueless n00b for a brutal kitfisting, would you? Eeeeuuuuwww, I can't believe I actually made that joke. But seriously, thanks for all the friendly responses-- it means a lot to this particular clueless n00b!
  • MONKEYS. MONKEYS. Cripes. I kan spel, rilly!
  • Yes, I hear that Monks are nice people. They invented the double-entry system, and they make a great cup of joe.
  • /settles down in seat with popcorn to watch the Royal Hunt of the Speedlime *crunch* *crunch*
  • Yay for monks! I dig that Brother Cadfael, with the nifty solving of mysteries and all. Probably not so hot on the dating advice, though-- for that, one needs the timeless wisdom of MonkEYs. PA, you make it sound as if I'M the prey here-- and possibly to be immortalized on a series of tapestries after the perfidious maiden betrays me to the hunters... ...on second thought, let's not go there.
  • *dons pith helmet / loads elephant gun* He's mine, I tell you! MINE!!!!! *stops to make a nice cup of tea*
  • Oooh! Tea! Tell you what, let's sit down with some tea and biscuits (can we have Penguin biscuits? I love those!), and try to reach a civilized solution-- I propose we SHARE the Captain. He's man enough for both of us, right?
  • I Googled 'captain porn' and the top result was Captain Stabbin Anal Adventures. Any relation?
  • /betrays Speedlime to hunters /sends off for mail-order tapestry kit /eats more popcorn
  • Penguins are OK, but I'm more of a Hob Nob man myself. I'll put the kettle on. As for sharing, I suppose it might work. As long as I get all the naughty bits. You can have cuddles.
  • I'm pretty sure kit called dibs back in the PandaCam thread, so any sharing arrangements are his call. As for the dating thing itself, it's a bit on hold for the moment, as I'm dealing with some heavy shit on the home front (see blog for depressing details). That being said, I'm still active on the dating websites -- started up on Nerve, gave up because of interface problems. Got some new pics up on lava. Got a couple chains going, all of which died out before anything really started. My mind isn't really in it right now, so it's not at all a priority. Plus, I have to start getting ready for my move. But there was a strange incident last week -- I saw this new profile, I was interested, sent off the email, got a response, sent out another, she read it, deleted her profile, and then resigned on with a slightly different handle. Next day, I see another interesting profile, and was about to send out an email when I decided to google her handle. Found her myspace page, which was total kife, but -- BUT -- also found out that her best friend was the one who deleted her profile and then rejoined. She had a myspace page, too, featuring a pic of the (I'm assuming) until-recent BF. So a bit of an update on that is in order... Didn't email the best friend. No way could that turn out well.
  • Well, at least you know you didn't scare her into a nunnery or something.
  • Goddam sexy nuns...
  • Note to self: never google the pattern "* porn". For any any any value of *. *stabbins own eyes out*
  • Someone left crumbs all over this keyboard. Who's been feeding the pornguins?
  • BOK BOK!! *waddles around in adorable tux outfit*
  • You know, I've been avoiding this thread for a day or two because I couldn't think of a good enough comeback to "pornguins." But now pete has broken my brain and I don't have to worry about anything EVER AGAIN!! Wheeee, sweet insanity! That being said, Captain, I'm so sorry to hear about your troubles... I hope things start improving soon! ...and yeah, kit, I suppose I could content myself with just the cuddles-- but you'd have to tell me ALL about the naughty bits. In pornguinographic detail! Is anyone else thinking of that T-shirt that had Opus the Penguin waggling his eyebrows, and the caption 'Penguin Lust?' Or am I just old?
  • You're just old. But don't worry, El Capitino likes that. I'll do better than tell you about the naughty bits, I'll draw you a picture. In crayons.
  • Ack! That's my Bill the Cat impression. Do you like it?
  • It makes me want to get my 'Love Crayons' out.
  • You have more than one "love crayon"?
  • All the colours of the lovin' rainbow, baby.
  • Except for the burnt umber one, which he ate.
  • Yes. Came out looking the same as it went in too, fact fans.
  • You didn't have to put it back in the box though.
  • I think we are all forgetting to ask speedlime a very important question: Do you have skin like frozen chicken? cause the capt. is really into that....
  • My mistress' skin is paler than a fowl's; That sits within a butcher's freezer case If snow be white, as pallid as While Owls; Then Frank Purdue designed her lovely face. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, The white ones only see I in her cheeks; Her arms and legs glow in the dark at night; She hasn't been out in the sun for weeks.
  • Yeah, I'm over that phase right now. But well done!
  • And I have known the birds already, known them all-- Hens that are poly-bagged and white and fairly priced [But in the freezer, rimed with light yellow ice!] Is it coupons in the store That make me buy still more? Hens that lie in the display case, or rest next to the meat.   And should I then presume?   How many should I buy?
  • Brilliant verses! I was kind of wondering about the chicken-skin attraction, myself... I mean, pale is one thing, but livid beige-pink with a little scum of frozen yellow fat-- that doesn't sound like such a lovely sight. Glad you're over that phase, Captain. *sigh* You'd never love me anyways; my hair's not real red, it's only henna'd. And I bet kit is WAY cuter than me. Plus, you know, he's got that Love Crayon. I was thinking about commissioning a portrait of Hiz Fuzzness for my living room, but now I think I must have the crayon pornucopia instead. It would look just DIVINE over the mantelpiece!
  • *starts scribbling*
  • MonkeyFilter: livid beige-pink with a little scum of frozen yellow fat
  • Wheee!!! My first tagline ever! I feel like a real monkey now! kit can have the Captain-- I'm transferring my affections to the petesbest! Come over if you're ever in the DC area-- I have an enormous purple couch and just about every goddamn Buster Keaton DVD EVER. No chicken skin, though.
  • So what are you into now, Cap'n? Fish skin? We need to know so we can harrass you be on the lookout for your ideal mate!
  • So what are you into now, Cap'n? Plastics.
  • /takes up a collection to buy the Captain a RealDoll, or failing that, at least a Love Ewe.
  • I'm sure he was just referring to his "raincoat." Um, "jimmy hat." You know.
  • Cyberskin. Oh yeah. Feels like the Internets.
  • The question is, is the Capt.'s "jimmy hat" a contrasting color to the "love crayon"? Enquiring minds want to know. also, does the carpet match the drapes?
  • I have a love crayon for each of the capt's many moods.
  • ok, I was going to say that I am growing quite fond of speedlime, until the comment about the Love Ewe. now I gotta say: MY FAVORITE NEW MONKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WOOT!!!!!!!!!!!1!*&##((*)
  • Well . . I'm not that new . .
  • *blush* Thanks, Medusa! /is all shy and embarrassed now (and before I forget again, yes, Koko, your Bill the Cat impersonation is TEH ROXXOR!!)
  • thhpptt!
  • *gets crayons out*
  • /averts eyes from kit's, um, crayon...
  • *frolics*
  • Do we have closure on this yet?
  • The order in which I'm reading the recently updated posts is doing no favours for the Capt. No sooner have I encountered fish tick's update to the bottoming for a horse post (Into the Shadowy World of Sex With Animals), than I come upon gomichild's bump of this thread, asking if there's closure. One wonders if there's some coordination going on behind the curtains.
  • Behind the curtains, between the sheets, wherever.
  • Would you could you in a thread?
  • It's much more comfy on my bed.
  • That's not what your mother said.
  • But then, she's not right in the head.
  • Please to answer, Underpanster! Would you comment with a review Of your comment with the preview?
  • Uh, closure. Umm, nothing's going on on that front, and frankly, it's not at all a priority at the moment. Linking the two together, I dated a doctor once back in February, nice enough, email kept up since then, she had to go out East and then to Ottawa, lengthy debate about her performing black-market circumcisions, I talked about my Dad's current situation, she figured out what was going on but didn't say anything. Which, I suppose, was only appropriate, but something of a hint would have been nice. See blog for details. But please -- no comments. MoFi is where I come to get away from that shit. Thanky thanky.
  • Introducing Sweet on Geeks, the online dating site for the geekwardly inclined. ABC News story here
  • Cappy's no geek! He's all rrrrugged man! He's dreamy.
  • But you're a bit geek-sweet, aren't ye kitster? Biased, as it were?
  • AM NOT! *daydreams of cappy's lovely glasses*
  • It's not like she would require any documentation or anything. And, it's for a good cause. And, it is NSFW.
  • Oh boy oh boy oh boy! This thread's back on the side-bar! YEEE-HAW!!!!
  • I thought for sure I'd click on this to find my Captain had found his One True Love. My heart is still intact...
  • *ahem*
  • Well, I always figured you, Cappy and me for a kickass ménage à trois. Surely there is room in your seedy solid relationship for me...
  • We'll need pictures.
  • ZOUNDS! *washes bollock*
  • I know I'm gonna hate myself for doing this, reviving this too-old thread, but here goes... I'm going in for another round of bashing my head against the wall e-dating, and I need help with the profile. I can't think of anything to write, and so I need the help of you monkeys. I'm thinking of having a profile that goes "here's what the critics say", and, well, you people can be plenty critical. So, please, give me a line that I can put in my profile. I thank you for your cooperation in this matter, and look forward to your reply. *cowers*
  • WHO THE HELL REVIVED THIS...oh, it's you...carry on, then.
  • In general e-dating news, E-harmony says OK to teh ghey.
  • So while they can joing eHarmony, they shouldn't, because it's a piece of shit*. *Because you can't ever delete your account, meaning that you're matched with a bunch of inactive accounts, which, of course, is useless. Also useless is the stream of matches you get once you yourself leave. And then the stream of spam from eHarmony, wondering why you haven't logged on lately. And then the real-life mail eHarmony sends to your goddamn house trying to get you to sign up again. Not that I'm bitter. (OK, I'm bitter.)
  • BUT FOCUS PEOPLE. I need lines.
  • I once had a fling with a Brit, An artsy-fart, called himself Kit. While the thrill from his hand Was oh so tame and bland, In his behind I perfectly fit.
  • Target market audience, please. In case things have changed since the last go-around...
  • Women mid to late twenties through to mid thirties, preferrably professionals but don't have to be, at least some sign that there's someone home. Doesn't treat cats or dogs as surrogate children.
  • Clean bollocks are always a plus in the dating scene! And woo them with your special brand of charming insouciance.
  • Who's your favorite (happy ending) literary couple? You could start off with something like "Mr. Darcy seeks Miss Bennet," only something not so lame and girly.
  • By coincidence, my last girlfriend kept referring to us as Darcy and Miss Bennet. Partly the reason why she became an ex. NOW MAKE WITH THE PRAISE, PEOPLE!
  • Make sure to use the word "trilingual." It sounds vaguely naughty.
  • are you still hot for the ones who look like frozen chicken???
  • Insolvent, but nevertheless insouciant, lame, but not girly, trilingual "Mr. Darcy" with clean bollocks seeking frozen chicken "Miss Bennett" for hot times. Rowr!
  • Anyway, you're more Mr. Edmund Bertram than Mr. Darcy, but you can't go online and say you're looking for Fanny.
  • The Capt is a man of discerning and impeccable taste, and he owns his own home! How cool is that?! You can put that in your profile, I know it'll get you loads of responses.
  • "Nick your habit for a real change" One, it suggests that her previous inamoratos were not up to snuff... Two, it suggests that you will be her new infatuation that she cannot get enough of... Three, it references your actual name (which she will not know until you key her in) Four, it plays on the younger generation's (i.e., mid-20's) affinity for "change!" Five, it says that, Damnit, I'm a genuine mans' man! And talk about your intoxicating blueberry compote with vanilla ice cream. Were I a woman, you would have me there... The younger sis is still available
  • Canuck sex-god with large internet following seeks solvent, pale, hot chick for long winter evenings of drinking beer with twigs in it in front of a roaring fire. Must be prepared to service kit on alternate Wednesdays. And be hot.
  • Heathcliff seeks Marmaduke Cathy to try again for a happy ending.
  • Do lasses Make Passes At guys that wear glasses?
  • You should know better than to solicit serious advice from this lot. My wildly successful foray into online dating taught me a few things. First, the profile (and pic) are the bait. As every fisherman knows, if the bait isn't working, switch to something else. That means after a dry spell when interest tails off, change them up. I changed mine about every two weeks (easy to remember...same as underwear). The trick with profiles is to be vague, but get your point across, and leave them wanting more so they can email you with follow-up questions. For example, instead of coming out and saying you own your own house (which is gauche) say you enjoy home-improvement projects in your spare time. This gets the point across while making you look like that hunky "Holmes on Homes" handyman guy on the teevee. Similarly, mention that you like travelling and foreign languages, and let them come to you and ask where you travel and what you speak. General purpose vague-aries include interest in art, movies, spontaneous day-trips (they love this one), and "getting creative in the kitchen" (Gold, Jerry...Gold!).
  • How about: Ephemisms and Innendo! What am I missing? U!
  • Specky bi-lingual DIY freak with own garlic crusher seeks lady for unannounced trips to Home depot, life drawing classes and experiments with my new noght-vision camcorder.
  • Poster seeks preview button.
  • Descriptors I'd use for you include: intellectual, old-fashioned, hopeless romantic. Says the spinster with the cat, so invest in some grains of salt.
  • Sometimes, you gotta roll the hard six.* Me: Solvent, unattached educated professional enjoys travel, literature, foreign languages, world cinema, art and architecture, home improvement projects, getting creative in the kitchen. You: Woman mid 20s - mid 30s; lights are on + someone's at home; pets okay but no dressing them up. * This is just a catchphrase from the new Battlestar Galactica. Women who like the new Battlestar Galactica are guaranteed to be hawt and interesting.
  • TUM has a cat?? Just remember, cappy - I'd go out with you.
  • I make one of my cats wear a Santa hat at Christmas. That doesn't count.
  • Incisive, forensic mind, sensitive nature, creative, thoughtful, honest, GSOH, strong values, loves good food, wine, beer, pina colada and walking in the . But enough about me.
  • Great Set Of Hooters?
  • Gin-Soaked Old Hack
  • Gay Straight Or Halvsies?
  • Graduate School Of Hardknocks
  • getting creative in the kitchen You sauce-loving pervert!
  • "Insolvent, but nevertheless insouciant, lame, but not girly, trilingual "Mr. Darcy" with clean bollocks seeking frozen chicken "Miss Bennett" for hot times." GramMa, if you're not writing greeting cards for a living, I don't know why. I am still choking. (Helps to be a little drunk.) Captain, I have to make light, since you're breaking my heart. (Great Sexy or Horny?)
  • Cappy! Wash those bollocks! Lara and I are coming round to yours!
  • Aspiring writer with new deep fryer and freshly powdered bollocks seeks Mother Renault-type to enjoy kroket met frites and an appreciation for the finest Canadian sport has to offer. Trilingual, specs, familiarity with dykes.
  • Spinsters with cats, represent! I gave up on dating ages ago, but as a female who once trawled the e-dating waters I advise against anything too complicated, cutesy, or needy. Don't over-think your text. Keep it simple and straight-forward, and post a nice picture of yourself. I can't be arsed to read through the whole thread, but try other services if you haven't already. Match.com has a surprising number of successes to its name. If you had pinged this thread earlier in the month, I'd have suggested you find a local NaNoWriMo group and participate in a meet-up. Maybe it's not too late?
  • OR! See a girl you like in the street, surrepticiously follow her, maybe for a few days. Go through her rubbish. Wait outside her house at all hours. Start making silent phone calls and sending 'intimate' photographs of yourself in the post. Then just take it from there really...
  • Girls love that! It shows dedication.
  • Make sure you don't fail the "restraining order" test. If you give up after the first court order she'll think you're a loser.
  • Speaking of restraining orders, failing all listed above, watch all four seasons of It's Always Sunny in Phliladelphia (it's on iTunes [Hulu, maybe?] and mostly on DVD) and pattern your behavior after Charlie's pursuit of the waitress. You can use your NaNoWriMo output towards a musical, too. Total, easy win.
  • I sort of doubt that the Captain is getting useful feedback here, quite apart from the fact that I'm sure his bollocks are unimpeachable. And of course, it's Ginormous Size Of Hampton
  • You clearly have not read my NaNoWriMo output.
  • My novel would not make a good musical, unless you were staging it in Treblinka.
  • I am a gentleman of high achievement and of higher expectations. I am well educated, dress impeccably, am a member of several exclusive clubs and organizations, serve on the Board of Directors of five of Canada's largest publicly-held companies, and never need to look at price tags. You should be a well-mannered, tastefully attired, elegant woman with an appreciation of the finer things of life and an educational background that assures our conversations will be lively and provocative. Please reply with e-mail address, phone number, and a GIF of your vagina. -- Cappy R.
  • *Has uneasy feeling he should check what's happening at his place way the hell out on the mountain, somewhere between Smithville and Caistor Centre.*
  • Better move your laundry.
  • Well, Capt., if you're too cheap to give the chickies what they like, what makes you think the birds are gonna wanna flock ?
  • I have good friends in Caistor Centre. Smithville, however, is a shithole.
  • Indeed. I never thought it possible for an enitre town to smell like dog food, but there you go.
  • I think a vajpeg is mare appropriate for the vajayjay
  • I think a vajpeg is mare appropriate for the vajayjay THANK YOU!
  • He probably meant a GIF87 which from the sound of things may have been the last time one was sighted.
  • In all seriousness, I have to think that most women would be glad to just see a straightforward, non-cutesy writeup. Also, kit was late picking me up, so we'll be there in the morning.
  • Yeah, sorry. Needed 'supplies'.
  • Okay, how's this for an idea: You create your ad based on album covers! Here's one for the tagline: Then there's this one, entitled Make your move:
  • Dating is a numbers game, so keep active profiles on the top four dating sites. Here's a form to get you started*:
    I enjoy ____, ____, and ____. I'm looking for a woman who is _______ and _____, and won't mind too much if I occasionally ______.
    Be sure that last point is something cute and ultimately innocuous, because she's going to assume that you do it all the time. Ideally it would speak to one of your first three points. I'd suggest "stay up late writing," if you're pitching yourself as a scribbler. Swap out your picture every 1-2 weeks. When you feel the urge to fiddle with your profile, channel that energy into setting up and taking a really great picture of yourself. Your picture will be weighted more highly than your words. * This assumes that your vitals are automatically displayed on your profile. If your profile will be free-form (e.g. Craigslist), then start off with:
    I'm a ___ year-old ____ _____ _____. I live in _______, __. [Mention college degree if applicable.] I have a [steady/lucrative] job doing ______ for a ______ company.
  • I enjoy _______, ________, and especially ________. I'm looking for a woman who will let me ________ her in her ___________, and won't mind too much if I occasionally ___________ her ________ ________.
  • I'm a 12 year-old single malt drinker. I live in filthy squalor. I have a job doing Viking hat maintenance for an opera company.
  • I enjoy fine wines, creative writing and especially foreign travel. I'm looking for a woman who will let me doodle in her notebook, and won't mind too much if I occasionally wank into her milk bottle.
  • rocket, are you a young drunk or just one who cant afford the good stuff?
  • I'm young at heart. ...and 12 is enough. Anyone who drinks the 16-year or older stuff is usually a poseur with too much money.
  • "Call me Ishmael" - well, no, don't really. That's the opening line of my favourite piece of literature, and those three words haunt me as much today as the first time I was immersed, gasping for air, in the icy depths of Melville's storytelling. I search for a woman who can have that effect on me - capturing my rapt attention, fulfilling my adventurous spirit and accompanying me on adventurous voyages yet to be.
  • rocket, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought of Mad Libs. stealing pie-eating contests alive mottled indulge in a murdering spree
  • Hey, Ishmael!
  • Yo, Ishmael!
  • Who ish Mael?
  • If you're going to use works of literature, I would go for one that doesn't actually have 'Dick' in the title.
  • How about Hard Times? Y'know-what-ahm-sayin'?
  • Or Knickerless Nicholby
  • Prickwick Papers?
  • Great Expectations? (best not followed up by Little Dorrit)
  • David Cop-a-feel?
  • The Adventurous Twisty Oliver?
  • The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzletits
  • I love this place.
  • Second that. I can't believe no one has thought of A Tail of Two Titties yet.
  • It was the breast of times, it was the wurst of times.
  • Flaps, flaps, we must have flaps...
  • My Remington for whores!
  • "Catch" Her in the "Rye"
  • The Dharma Bummer.
  • The Gropes of Wrath.
  • The Sound and the Furry Catch-69 To the Whorehouse As I Lay Wanking Mr. Fahrenheit 451 Of Human Bondage and Discipline
  • The Joy of Cooking no, wait...
  • Inside Her House Rulz
  • The Cunterbury Tales Smile-ass Marner Lord of the Open Flies For Whom the Balls Toll All Quiet on the Western Full Frontal The Joy Lick Club
  • /faints
  • Lord of the Ring (Piece)
  • The Girl With the Pearl Necklace.
  • Taming of the Screw Titties Adronicus King Leer As You Lick It
  • How To Do The Bum Sex by Ben Dover.
  • Unconditional Life: Masterbating the Forces That Shape Personal Rigidity by DeepPack Chopra Brideshaved Revisited The Priming of Miss Jean Brodie Nineteen Ate the Four stop me...
  • Monkeylifter