Is there a mercy rule? Goodness.
We should link this post to the silly "what would you do if you were a woman for a month" post in the "ask dudes" forum.
My wife carries collapsible hiking poles when she runs. Not a weapon, won't get her in trouble, but she's been trained in stick fighting as a part of Aikido. So I pity the idiot that tries anything. It really, really sucks that women have to think of such things.
Men's worries when running: Potholes in the dark; dogs. Women's worries when running: Men.
Real answer: Learn more about misogyny than I ever wanted to know. The Simone de Beauvoir of Christmases Past would show up on the 30th night to say "See? Told ya."
Glib answer: I've been dying to find out what a woman's orgasm feels like since the first time I witnessed one. And my wife has a whole big box full of toys. Game on.
I just submitted a story. After four years of nothing, finishing the first one was magic. But submitting a second one feels like it's not an aberration that I'm writing again.
I can't seem to find an answer in the existing guides. Forgive me if I've just missed it.
When I copy text into the window on the submission page, it takes my double-spaced paragraph breaks and triple-spaces them. I end up going through paragraph by paragraph deleting lines. Is it something I'm doing? Is there a button I can press in that top line to make it leave the spacing alone?
I'm sure there's an easy answer and I've just spent half an hour needlessly backspacing, but I can't figger it out. Can somebody with a few more functioning brain cells than me help?
No preference. In playmates as opposed to more serious partners I tend to guys in their 20s, but I suspect that's more to do with there simply being more of them available for casual relationships.
My serious relationships have been with men around my age at the time. My less serious lovers have been all over the map. Thirty years older to seventeen years younger, off the top of my head.
I just spent four years completely blocked. My new resolutions:
1) If I can't make progress on a story, I set it aside and write something else. Starting a brand new story often works. It's not ideal, but it beats the hell out of not writing.
2) At the extreme, it's perfectly fine to write a five page, item by item description of the room I'm in. Or the last time my wife and I had sex. Or the weather. Anything. Just so long as I open my word processor and write.
I find that when I'm blocked the thing I need to do is get my brain started, period. On anything. Then I'll suddenly realize what I want to say in a story. Maybe it's too personal a method, but for me the big scary enemy is not writing at all. Anything is better than nothing.
At work, respected. I run construction crews, which is not wholly unlike dealing with guys in prison in that if you're not down, you're out.
Everywhere else, liked. Trust is more important than respect in personal relationships. If you're my friend you can think I'm a goofball- because I absolutely am- just know I love you and will always be there in every way.
Best way to completely reverse a bad mood is to crank it up and shake my groove thing. Daft Punk can almost always reset a bad day at work.
I suspect it has something to do with the legacy of the British Home Championship, as well. The Home Nations contested it long before there was a World Cup, and it certainly left a separate football culture in each.
Plus, you know Scotland would be all "They may take our lives, but they'll never take our Old Firm players!!!!"
