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| So, I was out with a friend [Q] at Star Bar. Star Bar is an RnB club in the city where most of the Koreans hang out on a Friday night. Usually this would be a deterrent for me, since I find for the most part Koreans are difficult to socialize with [most of them don't speak English, and I don't speak Korean]. In any case, the DJ there drops some pretty good beats and entry is free so there we were.
So [Q] and I had been hitting all the clubs that night. [Q] is very single and looking for a relationship. Sort of. I guess more accurately what [Q] is really looking for is to get laid at his convenience. More like a friends with benefits situation, or even just the benefits without the friendship. In any case, he's vaguely tipsy and more courageous than usual for that reason; and hitting on anything in a bra.
Well, the Koreans are mostly just embarrassed by his attempts to get friendly. I was having more luck. I got noticed by a whole group of girls having a birthday party who had come over and danced with me. So I told [Q] to come over and I introduced him to them all, and we were all dancing.
So [Q] and one of the girls [Kara] is dancing together, and they look like they're having a good time. [Q] is optimistic. He believes he will get laid tonight.
A girl that [Q] had hooked up with previously happened to be there at Star Bar that night. Apparently they got up to some seriously nasty business last time they met, which I won't detail here, but [Q] did not end up calling her ever again. So this girl started hanging around [Q]. Then she started dancing with Kara. Then they were grinding on one another, openly pashing and exchanging saliva, and pretty much dry humping on the dance floor! [Q] was left out in the cold.
[Q] and I were bewildered. I thought this only happened in sit-coms! We got our grass cut. By a lesbian. Not even a very attractive one either! The whole situation was kind of ludicrous, so I was really cracking up, and [Q] looked like someone had punched him in the penis.
Outside, he is still not over it. You can hear him shouting "I HATE LESBIANS!" for three city blocks.
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| Suppose a man knew intricate details about cosmetics. From quality, to brand names, to functions for every product from lipstick to mascara, blush and foundation. Would women find this quality in a man appealing?
I had a conversation with a female work colleague who was of the opinion that it just wasn't natural for men to know about cosmetics. She admitted that she sometimes asked her boyfriend's opinion regarding outfits and fashion and was sometimes disappointed when his usual response was "I don't know" or "Just buy it if you think it looks nice".
But when asked if she preferred men to know a great deal about female fashion and other traditionally feminine subjects, she said "No, that would just be WRONG". It seemed absurd to me, for her to expect men to provide satisfactory informed opinions while also expecting them to know as little as possible about the subject on which an opinion was invited.
What do you think about men that know about women's business? How much is too much? Is there a limit to how much a man should know? | | |
| Stanley: How can you justify all this?
Gabrielle: You're not looking at the big picture Stan. Here's a scenario. You have the power to cure all the world's
diseases. The price for this is you must kill a single innocent child. Could you kill that child Stanley?
Stanley: Nope.
Gabrielle: You disappoint me. It's the greatest good.
Stanley: Well, how about 10 innocents?
Gabrielle: Now you're getting it. How about 100? How about 1000?
Stanley: No man has the right to make that decision. You're no different from any other terrorist...
-- Swordfish
Would you kill that child? How about 100? How about 1000? Where would you draw the line?
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| [L] was a lady, who was in love with a man [M]. Unfortunately they lived on opposite sides of a river. The only way for [L] to be with [M] was if she crossed the river by boat.
She went to the boatman [B] and explained her situation. Realizing that she was desperate and would do anything to cross the river, he charged her 5 times his usual price. [L] did not have that much money and left.
A man [S] overheard their conversation. [S] says he will give [L] the money for the boat fare, but only if she has sex with him. With no alternatives, [L] sadly agrees and has sex with [S]. He pays her the amount and she pays the boatman and crosses the river.
Together with [M] at last, they are very happy together. [L] sometimes feels miserable about having had sex with [S]. She confides in her friend [F] all that she did in order to cross the river, but makes him promise not to tell [M]. [F] does not think [L] did the right thing, and so [F] tells [M] everything since [F] is also mutual friends with [M]..
[M] is furious and has an argument with [L] for what she did. They fight and he throws her out and does not forgive her.
List the 5 characters in order from best to worst, with reasons why.
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| We both knew we were crossing boundaries. Breaking promises, betraying trust. Failing our commitments and surrendering ourselves to sin.
But it didn't feel wrong, the way guilt was supposed to feel wrong. There was no protest of conscience, no pervading sense of doubt. The anticipation was there, a lingering and a longing that was all lust and breathlessness in the dark. We were just two people, who had found each other in our loneliness. The connection felt like fate, like destiny. Like gravity.
Pulling us in, inexorably, till we could feel the wanton lust radiating from each other's bodies, tense and yearning. Drawing us close; two bodies entwined, enraptured, fingers underneath pressed linen shirts, raking hungrily across pale backs, moist lips pressed on wanting flesh, tasting, touching, tantalizing. Pages were swept from the desk. Documents that were important and would mean something tomorrow. Stationery, strewn all over from a pencil holder carelessly knocked over, as we made the table a canvas of our passion.
We lay, our sweating bodies spent on the desk. My head upon her chest, listening to her racing heart, feeling her breathing steady like mine. Her fingers enmeshed in my hair, neither of us speaking, neither of us moved. Our two bodies made a symmetry in the silence and the dark. If felt like fate - like destiny. Like gravity.
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