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28 March 2006
Ask MeCha: Can I get roofies on drugstore.com? I have a date on Saturday. With a woman.→[More:]Just kidding about the roofie thing. (As far as you know.)
The people who were in IRC last night know this story already, but I pretty much have amberglow to thank for this. He told me a few weeks back that I looked like Matthew McConaughey in a certain picture. I'm aware enough to know that he is a decent looking fellow, so I took this as a pretty big compliment. I put the picture up on Match this week and revised my profile a bit, and suddenly I am getting winks and emails like never before. Crazy. I owe you a drink or three, amberglow!
pink, I'm going to need you to speak into my earpiece and tell me all the right things to say, to ensure my getting my smooch on. And then, later, it will turn out that the person who she actually fell in love with was you all along, and you two will eventually figure out the truth, and get together in the end.
On second thought, maybe I'll try to figure this out on my own.
Well, I'm not married to her yet, eth. :) I haven't even seen if her pictures are accurate - it could be a disaster. And I've had disasters. Oy. I'm not sure what people expect to accomplish by posting pictures that were obviously taken 8 years and 80 pounds ago.
Thanks everyone for the encouragement. I admit I'm being a little self-deprecating, because it's fun. I actually do okay at this kind of thing. It has been a long, long time (geez, over 6 years now), but I'm actually a lot more mature and confident with myself than I was when I was dating in college and up to the woman I eventually married. The hardest part for me is in the inital approach, and the online thing has taken that obstacle out of the way. Once I'm interacting with someone, I am comfortable and charming. Looking forward to getting out there again.
Uh, second-rate? Missy Fucking Misdemeanor Goddamn Elliott is from Virginia Beach.
I mean, I understand how all women come in second to the lovely Specklet, but
Down South girls got them real big butts,
Real big butts make ya man wanna look,
Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls ICK!
Love my gut so fuck a tummy tuck, OH YEAH!
Yup, i shakes my butt, shakes my gut like 'yeah bitch, what?'
Yeah i likes it rough, tough ask ya man how i'm good in handcuffs,
Me and Nelly came to rock the club, pack the place, don't push and shove,
I'm from the club straight to the crub, i'll let ya know if the sex was good.
...
DOWN SOUTH PLAYAS, WE GOT THAT FIRE, MAYNE!
Get up on my booty, tootie fruite on the rudy
I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty,
No matter what the size, my big thighs, i do my duty,
Look at the way my rump like shake like a movie
See my tight jeans and the coochie,
spend a little loochie, gotta work for the booty,
Me and Nelly hot on the track, Nelly, can't no one ever top that,
Cuz we came to rock the club, DJ's betta pump it up,
Muthafuckas need to back it up, cuz we gon' tear the roof off the club...
I'm just sayin', yo; again I'm not arguing that Specklet is anything but the One True Goddess, but damn! Virginia Beach got it goin' on.
Trust Nelly -- I've heard tell he has a Go-Go Gadget dick.
I mean, I understand how all women come in second to the lovely Specklet
again I'm not arguing that Specklet is anything but the One True Goddess
Specklet, you know I've always thought very highly of you, but I think I liked you better as a mere mortal. One True Goddesses are a tad high maintenance and make such poor friends. A shame, that.
And here I was thinking I'd invented the "Go-go Gadget Penis!" joke...
One True Goddess? Yesssss!
On preview, Fris, if you think I should be mortal, I will give up my technical goddess status so's to be less high-maintenance. Then we can be mortal goddesses that make excellent friends together.
Now I'm daydreaming about both of you poolside, shaking asses in a rap video, surrounded by Down South Playaz, who lift you both up into the air, asses still shaking, and kowtow to your magnificences as Nelly growls into the mic.
Then serving trays are brought out and everybody feasts on Specklet's South American Stew with Cornmeal Dumplings as the Cristal flows into the night and the party starts for real.
What is this "marriage" thing people keep talking about?
I think that is supposed to come after that hypothetical "date" thing I keep hearing about. I am sure that neither exist and are elaborate fictions created by the Military Industrial Greeting Card Complex.
Hugh & Specklet, you guys are too sweet. Thanks, but I prefer my regular Frisbee-ness to any kind of pesky goddess status. But I'm happy to frolic about the pool any old time.