Oops, I spelled it wrong. Goldschlager is a cinnamon schnapps with gold flakes in it.
My hubby and I were good friends in college; we had been hanging out constantly for a year (minus school breaks when he was in Ohio), and I started to have a slight crush on him around Christmas but did not want to pursue it due to a previous relationship with a good friend that went sour. Well, at his Christmas party we drank a lot; mostly Goldschlager and daiquiris for me. Ended up making out in the early morning hours. After Christmas break, when he came back from his parents, we officially hooked up and have been together since. That was almost 11 years ago!
I can't drink the stuff anymore because I drank way too much of it in college years. But there is still a bottle sitting in our liquor cabinet.![]()
Ah, we call it Goldstrike here (it's a brand name). Extremely sweet and cinnamon flavoured?
I have some vomit-related memories to that stuff![]()
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Actually, it's not hard getting a girl to like you if you're marginally more intelligent than the average ape. Heck, just be to the right of the IQ bell curve.
Think what you want, but if you persist in believing that an above average intellect is what gets women hot, you'll probably be a virgin until just after you make you first million, sometime in your early 30's or late 20's. There's a sobering thought, huh? Might be wise to figure on a contingency plan, just in case women available to, and attainable for, a teenage guy don't cream their panties at the thought of a big, powerful, throbbing... cerebral cortex.
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them."
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
-- Thomas Jefferson: American Founding Father, clairvoyant and seditious traitor.
Again, you have another option. Men.
Says the guy with facial hair.![]()
Which women are 21st century male heterosexuals trying to attract with their grooming habits, anyway? Mountain Man is bushy mustaches or beards that could have yesterday's dinner hiding in there, so who'd wanna kiss that, anyway? Sculpted and manicured foo-man-choo's or goutee's are a poor substitute for kissing a woman's labia after her salon bikini wax, so why kiss the male facsimile? Guys with a purposeful five '0-Clock shadow stubble are practically announcing they don't like kissing lips of any kind, so what's the use?![]()
Dude. Sex is one thing, relationships another. Maybe you need a couple of female (non-sexual) friends to help you actually learn about women, and how they tick. Obviously, you can get plenty of women to get boozed up and screw around. That's not very difficult. But if you want something "more", and really want to dance in a *gasp* relationship, it usually works better if sex isn't the very first thing.
Sounds like you already know this, and haven't slept with this woman yet (?) but don't know how to proceed....because you've always started out with sex (?)
But you're not looking for a girl who thinks teenaged guys are hot, and don't appreciate a big, powerful, throbbing cerebral cortex. You're looking for a more mature woman, yes? I mean, you can spend the rest of your years clubbing and boozing around for women. You can get old and wrinkly (pay for plastic surgery), grow a beer belly (pay for liposuction), lose your hair (pay for hair plugs or toupees), deal with erectile dysfunction (pay for Viagra or Cialis)....and still "get girls". Girls are everywhere. Sex is everywhere. Sex is easier than ever before.
Take the same advice you gave me, and aim it toward yourself. Wins/Losses, Risks/Gains. It's not just a card game, though.
Hey GGT I hear opinions differ re. facial hair
Omega, what Cain didn't tell you is that virginity is good for making millions early. Channel all that unspent energy into success![]()
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Exactly. I regret not suing over it
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
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Kissing is one of the most underrated activities of life. There are so many wonderful variations of kissing, no poet could describe them all. I'm considered old and old fashioned in this crowd, but it's still true....one kiss is worth a thousand words. Getting lost in kissing is like writing volumes.
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Who said those kisses should be on public display? Some of the best kisses are in secret, around the corner, when no one is watching.
No tricks man. Just some rohypnol.
Ok. Here goes. There was a time when good, ol' coitus was mainly composed of vigorous thrusting and loud grunting (we really haven't evolved that much). The women, thanks to their innate evolutionary desires, searched for strong, virile men full of vigor and vroom vroom since they had the phenotypical attributions that best guaranteed their and by extension their offspring's survival. But, during the third trimester and after giving birth, women looked for kind, compassionate males who were going to help her raise the children and take care of the "family" if you want to call it that. But even then, those poor saps always came in second. The muscular alpha male with the Snookie, type-A personality would be getting all the poon. Not only because of their genes, but because they were confident they could survive rabid animal attacks.
Fast forward a few thousand years. Now, the definition of "alpha" has greatly changed. We live in a world where a bayonet, gun, or a spoon evens out the odds between yourself and a third degree karate black belt. Alpha males are now confident individuals instead of the muscular monstrosities. Usually the more intelligent or the more prosperous you are, the more confident you are. I'm not saying you need to be intelligent to be prosperous (striking it rich with black gold or inheriting a business), but those two are usually positively correlated. Since confidence means alpha and Women still look for an alpha male, do the math. That is also why jocks still get laid. They might be cretins, but they are confident. They don't stutter like a Parkinson's patient when talking to a girl.
Secondly, this one is rather bizarre. Since many women now take forms of birth control, the hormonal unbalanced they are afflicted by affects them in rather interesting ways. Women actually skip the bearing children faze (look for a strong or confident counterpart) and they are in the, look-for-a-nice-partner-who-can-help-me faze. It's hard to believe, but it's the same principle as you smiling when you're angry. Your mood suddenly elevates after a certain amount of time or it also works vice versa. Your body controls you in many subtle ways. Now imagine if hormones, muscles, and other body parts/systems are all collectively telling you something. The urge is that much great.
Then you ask, but Young Mage, not all girls take birth control! That is true, but humans are social animals. Beast of collectivism. Evolution made sure we partook in communal activities in order to dramatically increase our chance of survival. Why do you think people with pets live longer? Why are married couples at a lower chance of contracting cardiovascular diseases? This one makes no sense since you're constantly yelling at the other and bickering with them, but whatever science says, but I digress. The ripple effect on the collective consciousness is a strange psychological phenomenon. If a single person claps once a movie ends, eventually everyone is clapping. If ten girls love Edward Cullen, so do half the female population.
In any case, I want a long-lasting, meaningful relationship with female counterpart. Why explains why I had a girlfriend when three years ago, but I refused to date anyone during high school. And like GG said, anyone who wants some torrid love affair can easily get some, sober or drunk, in this day and age.
All the sexual frustration man---it blows. Well, I can guarantee I'll either be a multi-millionaire with a diverse portfolio or I'll live in a dirty, damp, and dark basement littered with pictures of my mother. Some scattered pictures will have the word, "WHORE" scribbled on them in my own blood. I'll keep you guys updated.
Having your hymen brutally torn is just as poetic and so is rape. You'd think I'm joking, but poets are some of the raunchiest writers out there. Some even manage to outdo Lord Byron.
LOL, stealing kisses when no one is looking. You're quite a romantic aren't ya?![]()
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.