TastyAvocado posted:

Pick posted:

jesus wept

Pick posted:

I don't know, this stuff is always lol because so many women want to gently caress robert carylye because he played some sort of evil gnome on a disney show

like the recipe for what women find attractive is beyond the known laws of time and space

Pick posted:

I don't know, this stuff is always lol because so many women want to gently caress robert carylye because he played some sort of evil gnome on a disney show

like the recipe for what women find attractive is beyond the known laws of time and space

Troposphere posted:

seriously dude so many ladies wanna gently caress rumplestiltskin

so many

Troposphere posted:

seriously dude so many ladies wanna gently caress rumplestiltskin

so many

TastyAvocado posted:

I like it when guys in the "incel community" start obsessing over the minutiae of what exactly makes other men attractive:

JVNO posted:

I suppose this must be a defence mechanism. The idea they're undesirable because of their histrionic, obsessive personalities and interests is more damaging than being undesirable due to factors out of one's control, like genetic attractiveness?

Pick posted:

I don't know, this stuff is always lol because so many women want to gently caress robert carylye because he played some sort of evil gnome on a disney show

like the recipe for what women find attractive is beyond the known laws of time and space

Travis343 posted:

lmao if you think natural selection plays any part in the human experience in 2016. we left that poo poo behind centuries ago. our entire history is giving nature the finger, instead of genetic defects and environmental hardships weeding out 'weak' humans we instead cure diseases and create agriculture and irrigation with our enormous brains. humans basically won evolution the second we had a brain powerful enough to understand it. literally anybody can get laid and pass on their genes now. it's loving ludicrous to act like humanity is still subject to the rules governing the animal kingdom, in fact humans are loving that up too as we save species from extinction and introduce invasive species all around the world

TastyAvocado posted:

trash person posted:

I used to be a 'nice guy' up until I was 26. That's when I lost about a hundred and sixty pounds. I was always good with people, just the lady-talkin skills didn't come until I found my confidence after the weight loss.

I was never the bitter guy though; I never blamed the girl always myself. Less the angry bitterness and more the angry self-indulgent pity party poo poo.

Salty Josh posted:

Good guy tale of the day:

So I've been frequenting a coffee shop near my workplace. I usually go there each evening. On some days there is this barista with pristine blue eyes and a genuine personality you can't fake --even for tips.
We get to talking and share a few good laughs most days. We end up saying the same things at the same times a lot. And when she thinks I'm not looking she'll quietly stare at me while she cleans the espresso machine.
Being the salty gently caress I am, it took me a while to realize that she isn't putting up a front. I usually don't talk to the baristas since most of them are FI's that expect a huge tip for a simple conversation even though they still get paid better than minimum wage.

Problem is by the time I get there it's real late and she's pretty exhausted. And a lot of the time our conversations are cut short by other customers coming in or the tiredness that she's become accustomed to. This morning I was cleaning out my flower beds and came upon a single, pink rose among all the weeds and wilted ones. It's sweet smell permeated through the stench of rotten leaves and I picked it. I thought about tossing it, but realized it was an analogy to all the lovely people that surround me everyday, and the rose that barista because she was the only beautiful thing in my day most weeks. I come in for my usual, and she already has it waiting on the counter. She walks to the back for a moment, and I take the rose out of my sleeve and set it in the tip jar. She didn't notice it while I was there.

We had had a conversation yesterday about the tip jar and the sound the money made when it fell out. And how some people become accustomed to the smell and the sound and never look beyond what it can buy.

It's been a long time since I've felt the need to express my desire for somebody through the use of analogies and symbolism. I hope it works. However, my office is moving, and I won't be able to frequent that shop too much as it is on the other side of town. Even if I never see her again, even if at worst I forget what she looks like , at least I gave it a shot -- let her know that someone gave a poo poo enough to bring her a flower to try and brighten her evening.

Pick posted:

Eh that kind of stuff is fine provided they don't get all lovely when she doesn't put out

CaptainSarcastic posted:

Sounded like some martyr-complex pseudoromantic bullshit to me, slipping the rose into the tip jar in such a way that she might have had no idea where it came from.

CaptainSarcastic posted:

Sounded like some martyr-complex pseudoromantic bullshit to me, slipping the rose into the tip jar in such a way that she might have had no idea where it came from.

Pick posted:

Gibbons are monogamous.

Also I used to go to the zoo and do work near the gibbons because they'd sing to confirm their relationship every single day. Envied that lady gibbon for sure.

trash person posted:

I used to be a 'nice guy' up until I was 26. That's when I lost about a hundred and sixty pounds. I was always good with people, just the lady-talkin skills didn't come until I found my confidence after the weight loss.

I was never the bitter guy though; I never blamed the girl always myself. Less the angry bitterness and more the angry self-indulgent pity party poo poo.

Kajeesus posted:

Oh no, are you still a Nice Guy if you're just plain ol' bad at talkin to ladies?

a dog from hell posted:

I want girl

Cumslut1895 posted:

not that depressed, not that angry. It's just a bit like generations-deep wealthy people with massive trust funds telling poor people that they just need to work harder



idk, I don't think I see that many ugly people with partners, but it's not like i keep a log

Tequila Sunrise posted:

As a veteran of retail, I can't even count the amount of times I had to relieve a cashier or tell her "Hey Steve needs you in the back" because some Nice Guy couldn't tell the difference betwen "It's my job to smile at you and be polite" and "I want to gently caress you, please talk to me for a long time".

Groovelord Neato posted:

one of my coworkers at my old job was a head cashier and one day these two old people got her to give them her number for their single grandson. and the grandson actually called her.

like what. why would you do that.

Tequila Sunrise posted:

As a veteran of retail, I can't even count the amount of times I had to relieve a cashier or tell her "Hey Steve needs you in the back" because some Nice Guy couldn't tell the difference between "It's my job to smile at you and be polite" and "I want to gently caress you, please talk to me for a long time".

Salty Josh posted:

Good guy tale of the day:

So I've been frequenting a coffee shop near my workplace. I usually go there each evening. On some days there is this barista with pristine blue eyes and a genuine personality you can't fake --even for tips.
We get to talking and share a few good laughs most days. We end up saying the same things at the same times a lot. And when she thinks I'm not looking she'll quietly stare at me while she cleans the espresso machine.
Being the salty gently caress I am, it took me a while to realize that she isn't putting up a front. I usually don't talk to the baristas since most of them are FI's that expect a huge tip for a simple conversation even though they still get paid better than minimum wage.

Problem is by the time I get there it's real late and she's pretty exhausted. And a lot of the time our conversations are cut short by other customers coming in or the tiredness that she's become accustomed to. This morning I was cleaning out my flower beds and came upon a single, pink rose among all the weeds and wilted ones. It's sweet smell permeated through the stench of rotten leaves and I picked it. I thought about tossing it, but realized it was an analogy to all the lovely people that surround me everyday, and the rose that barista because she was the only beautiful thing in my day most weeks. I come in for my usual, and she already has it waiting on the counter. She walks to the back for a moment, and I take the rose out of my sleeve and set it in the tip jar. She didn't notice it while I was there.

We had had a conversation yesterday about the tip jar and the sound the money made when it fell out. And how some people become accustomed to the smell and the sound and never look beyond what it can buy.

It's been a long time since I've felt the need to express my desire for somebody through the use of analogies and symbolism. I hope it works. However, my office is moving, and I won't be able to frequent that shop too much as it is on the other side of town. Even if I never see her again, even if at worst I forget what she looks like , at least I gave it a shot -- let her know that someone gave a poo poo enough to bring her a flower to try and brighten her evening.

Salty Josh posted:

Good guy tale of the day:

So I've been frequenting a coffee shop near my workplace. I usually go there each evening. On some days there is this barista with pristine blue eyes and a genuine personality you can't fake --even for tips.
We get to talking and share a few good laughs most days. We end up saying the same things at the same times a lot. And when she thinks I'm not looking she'll quietly stare at me while she cleans the espresso machine.
Being the salty gently caress I am, it took me a while to realize that she isn't putting up a front. I usually don't talk to the baristas since most of them are FI's that expect a huge tip for a simple conversation even though they still get paid better than minimum wage.

Problem is by the time I get there it's real late and she's pretty exhausted. And a lot of the time our conversations are cut short by other customers coming in or the tiredness that she's become accustomed to. This morning I was cleaning out my flower beds and came upon a single, pink rose among all the weeds and wilted ones. It's sweet smell permeated through the stench of rotten leaves and I picked it. I thought about tossing it, but realized it was an analogy to all the lovely people that surround me everyday, and the rose that barista because she was the only beautiful thing in my day most weeks. I come in for my usual, and she already has it waiting on the counter. She walks to the back for a moment, and I take the rose out of my sleeve and set it in the tip jar. She didn't notice it while I was there.

We had had a conversation yesterday about the tip jar and the sound the money made when it fell out. And how some people become accustomed to the smell and the sound and never look beyond what it can buy.

It's been a long time since I've felt the need to express my desire for somebody through the use of analogies and symbolism. I hope it works. However, my office is moving, and I won't be able to frequent that shop too much as it is on the other side of town. Even if I never see her again, even if at worst I forget what she looks like , at least I gave it a shot -- let her know that someone gave a poo poo enough to bring her a flower to try and brighten her evening.

NomChompsky posted:

i'm a man and i came to this thread to find out if i am bad.