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Glad you're not a cougar, anyway. I'm actually between 30 and 35. In Martian years, that is. :rotate:

Old male 'ler here, also in the middle of gosh-darn nowhere, alias Central N.Y. State (but at least in Oswego you're by "one Great Lake"). Welcome, and I'm also plagued with insecurities about "the t thing"--timidity, that is. Timorousness a close second.

According to his FetLife profile, he was only 44. Far, far too young.

Meanwhile, at the other end of my great Upstate: "Woman Arrested for Driving with Fake New York License Plate." A side-by-side of the two masterpieces in question: The good news is that the two perps have since connected and fallen in love via the #DatingProfileWhiteLie "I'm good at art and...

Not in any way to minimize the seriousness of the issue of unwanted sexual attention and aggression, but my utter weakness in being unable to reign in my Pavlovian salivation whenever an attractive woman in my proximity dangles or flips off her footwear ought to be a Class A–I felony. Or at...

I was probably one of those droning professors, and believe me, it was difficult to keep focused on my bone-dry subject matter when I'd notice female students in my captive audience dangling their footwear like that, especially if I let my thoughts drift (particularly during opportune quiet...

The Parrotocalypse has reached our shores, per "Birdmodo."

Une toiture en verre--"Glass is the new wood" (maybe):

The "incel" movement? I've just never seen it spelled with an s since the second element in the portmanteau, so the interesting backstory goes, is a clipped form of celibacy or celibate, both with the "soft" pronunciation of c as /s/ to be sure.

Cool, I didn't know you were a native Upstater. I went to high school in a little town less than an hour west on Route 20.

Cool story, thank you. Yes, even for my crappy little town in the middle of nowhere FL says there are nearly a thousand members, but not a female ticklee in the bunch. And believe me, I've checked. :typerhappy: Or they're irritated as fuck that this total worthless jack wagon presumes to waste...

You're very welcome. I'm never sure what bonds of propriety I may be dynamiting by embedding whole clips instead of just their giving whitespace-sabotaged plain URLs. I trust power users here will school me in the 'netiquette. :rules:

When I'm led into similar temptation, my interior dialog is usually something along these lines: My, what a goddess! Just imagine, she could be a closeted 'lee--a woman would really love for me to do to her what I would so love to do! Wow, what if she's actually on the TMF or FetLife behind the...

I remember reading about that, and in researching the matter anew I wasn't able to find the whole episode, just this clip from it focusing on another guest that feet-themed day (the show is the eponymous Donahue, evidently from sometime in the mid 1990s): Vs8mR4ktlyU I presume that's Pam in...

Evocative of the televised fall of the Twin Towers for many Americans of my generation, though of course no loss of human life at all in this case, only injuries incurred by a few of the brave first responders. As an enfant de la Patrie, how do you feel about Édouard Philippe's statement that...

Hear, hear; @kered, you're one of the best. :hbday:

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Yes, please stock up that Etsy shop. :yessir:

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I had a notion to repeat the seemingly more picturesque term for the foul-up that Richard Quest introduces at 2:07, but my Victorian upbringing constrained my more puerile instincts: uL_l_fsiCKo But then I learned, via no less an esteemed authority than the Urban Dictionary, that this is...