Part # whatever (I’ve lost count, and I really don’t care) of our ongoing series.
Andy. Beverly Hills. Atheist. Polyamorous/relationship anarchist. Kinkster. I like things. Let's fuck.
fun statistics for adults!
“when I was a kid, I had no help with college tuition, I was hardworking and paid it all myself”
-Annual tuition for Yale, 1970: $2,550
-Annual tuition for Yale, 2014: $45,800
-Minimum Wage, 1970: $1.45
-Minimum Wage, 2014: $7.25
-Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 1970: 4.8
-Daily hours at minimum wage needed to pay for tuition in 2014: 17.3
check out this guy’s complete lack of self-awareness
It’s not a bold claim, bro. It’s a fact.
C’mon, you can’t honestly expect someone named “americanairlines” to actually change their procedures based on anyone’s dissatisfied feedback…
That’s how long it has been since Blondie and I ran off to Vegas with 70 of our closest friends and got married.
I was admittedly rather buzzed during the ceremony, namely because Blondie has assigned several friends to babysit me while she occupied our hotel suite doing her hair and makeup and dress, and those friends spent the entire day feeding me drinks, but none of the, thought to actually see to it that I had anything to eat that entire day. Blondie hates when I tell that story, but I think it’s rather hilarious.
Anyway, she looked beautiful that day, and she has only gotten more so since then, and I’m lucky to have her in my life. I love you. :D
And it went well.
It’s funny. I originally messaged her on OkCupid in July. Then months went by and we’d occasionally message. Then we started talking fairly regularly recently. Then we swapped numbers. Then we scheduled a date. Then she had a family emergency and had to cancel. Then we scheduled another date. Then I wasn’t feeling so great and decided to cancel, and then she wound up in the ER all night so she would’ve had to cancel anyway. It seriously was starting to seem like the cards were stacked against us.
So we finally managed to schedule something that didn’t fall apart. She’s super cute and has a lovely, fit figure. Swoon!
The date was low-key; we pretty much just hung out and had drinks and ate dinner and chatted. She has lived a very interesting life: growing up as a kid in war-torn Liberia, coming to the U.S. as a refugee while recovering from a gunshot wound, being adopted at age 13, and somehow, at age 21 (yes, I’m robbing the cradle, deal with it), living a decent life in Los Angeles. I didn’t feel a great spark romantically, but there’s definitely physical attraction, and when we kissed good night at the end of the evening, it felt comfortable and very natural. So, while I’m not in a rush to get into her panties, I feel confident there will be sexy times in our future. And that’ll be fun.
I’ll dub her Halo. We’ll see where this goes.
So, in contrast to these lame messages, I do occasionally get some very lovely emails through OkCupid.
Granted, they’re invariably from women I’m not actually interested in and/or who live in rather inconvenient locations, but still. Sometimes I do need the occasional ego stroke.