Don Juan de Doodlebug |
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You be the judge...
I have discovered how to make secret posts on Facebook that only she can see, but I'm sure she won't mind if I share this one:
After prepping her via phone to deal with a certain situation all week, she exceeded my expectations by coming back and telling me that she ended up losing her shiznit and yelling at...well, you don't need to know who, but the fact that she screamed and yelled instead of breaking down and crying was a big step and, if I may be so self-centered, a personal victory. I was so proud of her, I talked to her on the phone until 3:30 in the morning. Got very little sleep. Went to work...
Edited Repost of Secret Facebook Post
I spend about a half hour or so organizing them to clean up the mess. In that time, I figure out what the strengths and weaknesses of the new hires are. [New Hire #1] is a bit of a Mongo, but strong, so I ask him to load the PD 11s and 4s. [New Hire #2]'s a lot smarter, so I ask him to sort. [Widowed Teamster] is useless, so I ask her to scan the ShoeBuys. Etc., etc.
Get the mess all cleaned up, everything's running smooth, [YBT]'s texting his b%$+~es, etc. Except that management has f!~*ed up and we're missing a truck. So all the stuff that's supposed to go into the missing truck starts piling up. I deal with that and everything's running smooth.
New truck shows up. I tell everybody to stop what they're doing, and work on cleaning up the mess and then we'll get back to the flow. Flow starts backing up, but that's fine, I say, when we're done here, we'll get that all sorted with and then everything will be fine for the rest of the day.
Flow keeps backing up. Young supervisor comes over and yells at [YBT} to get the flow running again. [YBT] says "[Doodlebug] said not to." Supervisor starts moving packages, which is Union Rule #1 No-No: Supervisors do not do our work. Not only is he not supposed to be doing our work, but what he's doing is messing with what I've got working.
So, I yell out "Hey!" and start walking towards him. He looks at me. "Stop doing our work!" He smiles as if he thinks I'm joking. I lose my shit. "What the f~@& are you doing?!? Put that package down!" He starts talking about blah blah blah and I just scream at him. All my co-workers run and hide. I scream and scream and he keeps talking about the flow and I just keep screaming. Finally I yell, "Go get a steward!" "But, but..." "This conversation is over! Go get a steward!"
He leaves and comes back with, not a steward, but his boss. By that time, however, we've cleaned up the mess and are now working on the flow. I calmly approach the young supervisor, preemptively apologize for yelling at him and explain to him what I was doing. I apologize again. "We good?" "Yeah, we're good." "Good, now go get me a load stand." I then approach the supervisor's boss, explain that [YBT] had nothing to do with it, it's all on me, and, if he'll just give us a few minutes, everything will be fine and run smooth for the rest of the day. "[Doodlebug], are you okay? You sound like you were pretty aggravated." "I was up all night talking to my girlfriend, but I'll be fine. Don't worry, it'll run smooth." He walks away.
At this point, [Widowed Teamster] approaches me. "You scared the f%@~ing shit out of me." "You know why I did that?" "To scare the shit out of me?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Do you know why I did that?" "No."
"Because I have a new girlfriend and the love of a good woman can turn a mild mouse of a man into a raging lion."
She looks at me blankly for thirty seconds, swallows, and says, "Holy shit, kid. You're killing me."
Hand over my heart, I didn't embellish a single word of this one. I'm going over [Mrs. Comrade]'s to talk about you. Love ya, baby.
Not in the story, but a couple of hours later, was approached by bosses' boss. "Hey, Doodlebug, it's kind of light today, you wanna go home early?" "Hell yeah, I wanna go call my new girlfriend."
Which should have been great, but in my haste to tell her the story, I overlooked the part in her private messages where she told me that she almost collapsed in front of her kids because she was up until 3:30 in the morning talking to me. (Damn, my love is potent.) Spent 4 hours in a state of extreme unrest as she fired off pointed private message after private message. Finally got her on the phone and she had already figured out that I had overlooked that part of the message. A bunch of baby talk makes everything better, I wake up and find a bunch of lovey-dovey stuff on Facebook.
Not to make too much of it, but, I'm starting to figure out, as she warned me, that she's crazy.
[Shrugs]
Crazy chicks are better in bed, I've always heard.
White Knight Doodlebug |
Comrade Fergie, if you're out there...
She's going to the Shut Down the NYPD Rally later today. If you could make sure she's okay, I'd be much obliged.
Fergie |
DOH! Just saw this post. Unfortunately, I've got a nice cold going on right now and can't accomplish much. I would be more then happy to protest with her, but I should warn you that I have an awful record of keeping people out of police hands. Back when I was doing CM every month, getting asked to escort someone, or inviting them to CM resulted in them getting grabbed.
Anyway, it looks like things are going to be F'f up in NYC for a while now, so I'm not sure what the future will hold.
Don Juan de Doodlebug |
As it turns out, her near-collapse was pretty serious and she was very upset that she couldn't go.
"Go home, go to bed. You can always go to another cop riot."
"[Sobs] But I HAVE to go! [Sobs] There hasn't been [sobs] a cop riot [sobs] SINCE DINKINS! [Cries some more until I tell her funny stories]"
She keeps at it like this, I might have to renounce my anti-marriage position.
MagusJanus |
As it turns out, her near-collapse was pretty serious and she was very upset that she couldn't go.
"Go home, go to bed. You can always go to another cop riot."
"[Sobs] But I HAVE to go! [Sobs] There hasn't been [sobs] a cop riot [sobs] SINCE DINKINS! [Cries some more until I tell her funny stories]"
She keeps at it like this, I might have to renounce my anti-marriage position.
Have your wedding double as a communist revolt?
the David |
I'm just wondering about the guys who have problems dating? Are you actually making an effort? I realized that you'll never get on a date if you sit at home all day waiting for prince charming to arrive. You have to get out there.
And yes, all the guys just want to get into my pants too. My mom still wants me to have children too. She wants me to find a guy with kids... (She was in a hospital, hopped up on morphine at the time though. I'm not sure if she remembers saying that.)
Limeylongears |
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I'm just wondering about the guys who have problems dating? Are you actually making an effort? I realized that you'll never get on a date if you sit at home all day waiting for prince charming to arrive. You have to get out there.
True, though Prince(ss) Charming is kind of in short supply hereabouts; Princess Suggestion-ing, more hopeful. Princess Dire Charm-ing, nope. Princess Domination-ing, well - [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] Ow...
Yuugasa |
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In answer to the OP, while marriage has kept me out of the dating pool awhile both my wife and I maintain profiles on a couple dating sites, just for shits and giggles (life is boring sometimes) and it seems pretty terrible out there.
Most women are just looking for a nice guy they can settle down with after a few dates, or just a nice guy period. (which is cool but I say can't do, already settled down).
And most gay men just want to know how tight my anus is and also am I as young as I look and also how do I feel about getting said anus wrecked.(I tell them, sorry, I don't have an anus anymore, it moved to another city to hide after it read what you want to do to it)
I don't think it is just gay men though, my wife receives like 90% anal related messages.
I think there may be a disparity in what is desired between men and women in many of those online spaces.
Don Juan de Doodlebug |
Some of you might remember my hawt dreadlocked Libertarian welder friend. A couple of months ago, she decided that she wanted The Black Goblin, kicked it to him at a friend's party. We all watched him just collapse, and he hasn't been the same ever since.
Anyway, went over to the Free Goblin NH Hideout over the weekend to meet Comrade Omar's mother, and, while we were there, The Black Goblin's Hawt Dreadlocked Libertarian Welder Girlfriend comes downstairs. We talk and smoke some herb in the kitchen.
"So, what's goin' with you and that girl? You two hookup or what?"
"She's coming on Tuesday....[Launches into an abbreviated version of "The Courtship of Principessa Francesca Thus Far" ending on a dazzling panegyric to the power of our love.]
"F!@~ yeah! But then again, I'm a bit aggressive." [Swaggers] "I see something I want, I just walk over and take it."
Overjoyed, high on life, love and, uh, other things, we meaningfully fistbump.
Yuugasa |
Actually, for you guys that want to find someone special online dating might really work, all you need to do is leave off talking about sex for, oh, lets see, maybe five or six messages?
Speaking from personal experience there are quite a few women and gay men who would be very interested in an actually interesting person who has more to say than telling you about the porn they want to make with you.
Don Juan de Doodlebug |
On my way out the door, but, otoh, one of the most delicious moments of The Courtship was being in the back of the 'rades' Redmobile on the way to the Mike Brown rally with an oversized "We Stand with Ferguson" sign folded up between la Principessa and I, only able to see each others' eyes, staring intently, me telling her about The Walls of Jericho and she responding with a tale from "Deadwood" involving bunting. (I've never seen "Deadwood.")
Which leads to another point: La Principessa couldn't believe for a second that I'm not some philandering lothario based on the skill and persistence of my pursuit. Mrs. Comrade assured her this wasn't so. "He never does this." Later, on the phone, La Principessa asks how I got so good at it. I say: "Well, you know, I figured, I've read a lot of books, I've seen a lot of movies. I can do this."
And apparently, I can!
Thankful Musical Interlude to Celluloid Don Juans of Days Past
Limeylongears |
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What about Princess Unnatural Lust-ing?
WHERE?! WHEREWHEREWHERE?!
Actually, for you guys that want to find someone special online dating might really work, all you need to do is leave off talking about sex for, oh, lets see, maybe five or six messages?
I have never once mentioned s*x when messaging anyone on an online database, which probably explains my less than stellar success rate and the distinct absence of bumhole-themed communications in my inbox. And I also prefer my porn done in crayon, or perhaps performed by balloon animals, so I don't see why other people are required at all.
Caineach |
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Actually, for you guys that want to find someone special online dating might really work, all you need to do is leave off talking about sex for, oh, lets see, maybe five or six messages?
Speaking from personal experience there are quite a few women and gay men who would be very interested in an actually interesting person who has more to say than telling you about the porn they want to make with you.
Online dating is worse than job searching. Using a more personal resume makes rejection worse, and the response rate is only fraction. And I get maybe 1 in 10 job applications even getting a thank you for applying.
When you get 1 response a year, and it doesn't result in a date, online dating becomes more of an emotional drain than the empty void of just accepting the fact that you're single.