Funny thing is I never went for the "ethnic inner city" type either, and probably would have been equally bored with your NG because I only like classical music. Call me picky.
Oh, I think you would like NG. The second time we had sex the music on his stereo was happy little love songs from circa the 1920s sung in French. It was just like I was in an erotic art film (sigh).
1920s? *painful expression on face*
If we were both single and dating the same turf I doubt we'd get in each other's way.
And by the way... you can't figure out your bug problem with your password thingy... because you keep asking the wrong question. Or at least, you are putting emphasis to the question in the wrong place... you keep asking... why will it only authentic 'a?'
I would ask... why does it only want to authenticate a. What is it that I am telling it... through my code... that will only authenticate 'a?' Why NOT b? Why NOT c? Because... somewhere in my code, I am telling it... I will only accept a. I AM a. You are not allowing it to BE anything else. Why?
What, in your code, is not allowing for... NOT a?
Corri
Its not my code. the correct question, in this case, is "why have you idiots sold me crap that doesn't work, when I paid for something that does???" Trust me, I asked the other question every which-way, which is how I got to this point. IT is taking whatever is input, and replacing it with "a". and certainly, that is a result of ITs faulty code. And this is where my responsibility ends, because:
I am NOT a programmer.
The minute I tell the world I am NOT a freelance web designer anymore... everyone and their brother comes out of the woodwork to ask me if I will do their sites...
I know the answer to this. Bet Cac doesn't
cuz its ok to ask for a "freebie" from someone if its not what they do for a living?
Its not my code. the correct question, in this case, is "why have you idiots sold me crap that doesn't work, when I paid for something that does???" Trust me, I asked the other question every which-way, which is how I got to this point. IT is taking whatever is input, and replacing it with "a". and certainly, that is a result of ITs faulty code. And this is where my responsibility ends, because:
I am NOT a programmer.
No. But you ARE a guy with a problem. And that problem needs to be solved.
So if you keep looking at yourself as someone who is NOT a programmer, rather than a guy with a problem to be solved, you are, and will remain at the mercy of others. Kind of sounds like a victim, doesn't it?
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cuz its ok to ask for a "freebie" from someone if its not what they do for a living?
No. They're willing to pay me. But I'm NOT a freelancer (web site designer for hire, or even for free, for that matter) anymore. And that's when they come out of the woodwork.
OK, now I'm even more confused. With your H you didn't get the things NG is now giving you, and back when you were married, you would have given anything to have those things, but now that you do have them you don't want them? You seem to have a good understanding of chemical rush effects, you seem to be keeping your wants and needs in perspective, yet you can't handle the feeling of having a crush? What is it that you want? What more could you ask from a guy? What's wrong with getting turned on by seeing his artwork? I'm completely baffled by this.
NG was romantic, affectionate, honest (as far as I know), generous, fun, interesting, beyond great in bed etc. but he seemed hesitant to commit to actually forming a relationship with me so I didn't trust him enough to want to be "in love" with him. However, I should note that I don't blame him for being hesitant because my behavior was pretty sketchy from Date 1 because I started out interacting with him still in a mode just half a step above seeking sexual validation. For instance, I accidentally initiated sex with him on our first date by asking for meta-sexual-validation like a curious monkey in a lab coat making notes on a clipboard. However, I can't feel too bad about such behavior because I know I'll never repeat it because I'll never be in such an incredibly odd state of mind again. I am now quite certain that a significantly large proportion of men who would want to date me would also want to have sex with me so I shall just assume that they all do rather than vice versa and concern myself with other matters.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
For instance, I accidentally initiated sex with him on our first date by asking for meta-sexual-validation like a curious monkey in a lab coat making notes on a clipboard.
LOL! Did you accidentally take your clothes off too???
However, I can't feel too bad about such behavior because I know I'll never repeat it because I'll never be in such an incredibly odd state of mind again.
Gotcha. It WAS an accident! Yep, sure was. (eye roll)
Don't know how any of this answers my question though...except that it was HIS fault. LOL!
I thought that Cac really was a musician therefore I assumed that the reason he doesn't want to talk about his job is that it is just a job and not his purpose. No...I already said that the reason is that it is difficult to discuss something so obscure and technical with someone who has no basis for understanding of the subject. I wonder about the "purpose" thing, though. I don't know if my "job" is my "purpose", or not. I've said that if I were to win the lottery, I would't quit my job. It gives me a sense of "purpose", certainly. I like what I do; it suits me, and I get a great deal of satisfaction knowing that I provide an essential contribution to a worthwhile enterprise. Maybe if he played flute in some sort of ensemble on a regular basis that would be something he would feel like talking about. funny you should mention that. I recently started doing just that. I can, and have talked about that...not a problem, because this particular endeavor is one in which we share a common background. I couldn't talk to you folks about that subject, except in a fairly superficial manner, for the same reason I can't talk to W about "what I did at work today": its kinda obscure, and I'd have to compose posts of fearless-length to explain the tiniest little point. But I can walk in the door after a rehearsal (where I was playing piccolo for the first time in many, many years,) look at W, shake my head and say "F#%^*-ing ledger lines!!", and I've just transmitted volumes with a mere sentence fragment, and a cuss-word.
Also, unless I'm remembering wrong, MrsCac is a musician too. So why don't they do musical things together as a family? Like they could train the kids and then they could be like the Von Trapps or The Partridge Family or something like that.
While that does make for entertaining television, I'll admit, Its not quite as easy as they make it look on tv. for one thing...we've only got 1 kid. But yes, W and I met in music college; we both have music degrees, "music" brought us together...(well, that, and the fact that she let me eat fries off her try in the caff). And we have done some stuff together, but not much. While we share a very similar history and core education, our musical pursuits are actually very different. hard to explain. Imagine, if you will, a mechanical engineer, and an electrical engineer. You could follow either of those disciplines at the university we attended, both under the same "college of engineering". If you look at their respective courses of study, the first 2 or maybe even 3 years are nearly identical. But the application of that same math/science is actually very different. Kwim? Works the same way in the music world, too.
Gotcha. It WAS an accident! Yep, sure was. (eye roll)
If you will concede the point that I am quite possibly more of a dork than a slut you will understand how this might have happened. The man was trying to romantically date me and meanwhile I was babbling at him about sexuality as an abstract concept but I didn't keep it quite abstract enough. - lol
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
I don't think you're a slut but I will concede the first part. I'm just trying to figure out how to come up with the same sort of "accident" for males. Thinking back to when I was in college, what I would have given to be able to create a situation where I could come up from between a girl's legs and say "Ohh sorry, didn't mean to wind up down there, it was just an ACCIDENT!" LOL!
Gotcha. It WAS an accident! Yep, sure was. (eye roll)
If you will concede the point that I am quite possibly more of a dork than a slut you will understand how this might have happened. The man was trying to romantically date me and meanwhile I was babbling at him about sexuality as an abstract concept but I didn't keep it quite abstract enough. - lol
I'll buy your memoirs when you get around to writing them.
I'll buy your memoirs when you get around to writing them.
And of course it was an accident.
You guys! It really was an accident. You don't understand my mental state. I was still so shell-shocked from my SSM that I wasn't thinking that he was sexually attracted to me even though he did things that any semi-rational woman would have interpreted that way. For instance, at one point in the evening he leaned into my neck to smell my perfume and said "You can always smell that way." It was like I was convinced that most men were or would be LD in relation to me no matter what evidence was presented. This was still true even though I had already had sex with Teddy and let the guy who I am trying to forget about maul me a bit.
However, it is the case that now that I've "remembered" that most men actually do want to have sex, I am back to the perennial problem of my youth which is that I have zero poker face to hide the fact that I want to have sex too and seriously round heels. Did I ever tell you guys about the time I read this book about reclaiming your virginity and then got stranded over night at a state park with this guy? Anyway, according to the book I just read "Be Honest You're Not That Into Him Either" I'm not supposed to have sex with men until I figure out whether I might want to be in a relationship with them in order to protect myself from dopamine/oxytocin infatuation which will cloud my judgment and to ensure adequate levels of vasopressin in the guy. I feel like this is going to be very hard for me to do, especially since a 6'5" , 230 lb. musician from Detroit just e-mailed me. My knees are kind of wobbly already and he hasn't even asked me out yet.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
