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A gentleman never tells.

I'll outsource my trolling to you some Saturdays then.

I like her as a sister in Christ, but she wouldn't be able to handle me for more than 15 minutes on a good day.

She is THE TYPE I won't go into detail. There are ladies on here.

You can't just message a girl. You can't beg her to come back. It has to be edgy. It may turn her off in the short term, but Lee Atwater said you don't win an election without cleavage.

Dr. Des' Guide to Winning a Girl Back: Now a fun thing to do in the situation I'm in is utter nonsense. Keep her guessing. I'm going to send her a picture of myself or some nonsensical thing at 11pm every Saturday evening from here until she comes crawling back or I see a picture of her with...

I appreciate. I really do. But as one Pierre Cambronne said "The old guard dies but never surrenders." Back to the hunting grounds I go. Immediately.

Oh heavens no. When you're kicked out of a lying [redacted] of a school, you had best apply to another before the blot on your record is noticed.

My guilty pleasure are Trump tweets, messing with hedge funds, and bacon grease.

A bunch of flashes from when I had to be about two years old. Maybe a little before. Gazing at sunbeams on the stairs. Trudging through the snow to get to mom and dad's station wagon. Playing with our cats. Fond little memories.

Yeah! Well 67 oysters would never be a proper meal, you savage!

I really do think the whole "Well it just ain't meant to be" is defeatist tripe in the dress of wisdom. Ruby is smart, sweet, and well-meaning, but I'll have to part ways. Oh the inscrutable ways of Providence. Oh the depravity of man. Oh what a tangled web we weave. Oh felix culpa.

Nope. Dr. Des puts the details of his love life behind a paywall. If you want details, you have to purchase a monthly subscription.

*strokes cat

Pffft. I'm the S class of men she'll date. Decades down the road when she's in an unhappy marriage, she'll dream of the road she didn't travel. They all will...They all will...Muahahahahahaha

A band of two who got married and broke up. She played the drums, he played the guitar.

Long story.

I'd avoid female drummers knowing what happened to the White Stripes.

No, her taste is defective. This is a hill I will die upon and will not expound because I have some sense of chivalry. ...Albeit a diminishing sense of it.

You can think of it that way. I like to think her taste is defective.