MY PALE GOTH SKIN posted:

I'm suddenly super thankful that the random socially awkward guy I talked to at a pokestope freely gave me detailed instructions about what specific edge of the lake the Dratini hang out on and didn't do anything besides eyeball my cleavage and sort of radiate anxiety

I want to catch 'em all, but not that bad

Sp1r0_Agn3W posted:

Gorilla Salad posted:

Think I found it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltYdg6_0fTk


When a PUA is calling you out for being a creepy weirdo, you know something's wrong. Anime stuff starts about 5:40 in.

No.44 posted:

That sounds eerily similar to what happened to a co-worker of mine back when I worked in retail. He was helping this guy carry a coach out to his truck and the dude suddenly grabbed his arm and started rubbing his muscles and was like: "I always find black guys so intimidating, you're all so tall and athletic". My co-worker couldn't figure out whether the dude was being racist or just really awkwardly hitting on him.

Pick posted:

lmao telling people with medical problems to feel differently about people fetishizing them, you're a terf, your trans is showing

all I did was try to tell you to introspect a little and you're buckling down

Let me ask you a question, does your fetish mean you're going to help when we do field work for our careers, or when we want to climb mountains, and are you mentally prepared for a spontaneous aortic dissection that drops us dead, or is it more romanticized dependency, the very hallmark of someone who is terrified their partner will leave and would like to delude themselves into thinking it's noble somehow?

The Saurus posted:

A loose female acquaintance of mine sends a slave messenger at 1:00am today and asks me if I could chisel something on a Tabulae for her and bring it over in the afternoon. "Hey yeah sure sure, whatever you need I'll help you, I'm all yours," I tell her. She sends me this diptych and lo and behold I can't chisel it. It's written in Greek with circles and curves and I only have a straight chisel so I begin panicking, trying to find a greek slave or a way to chisel the letters. Scouring the vicus yields no results and I do my usual pacing in my Insula.


I finally come up with an idea and I tell the girl, if I can proceed with it. The plan was I would carry my stone tabulae about 2 miles to her house, chisel out the needed letters, maybe talk to her a bit while I was there. I was hoping for at least a hug out of this ordeal.


By the time I get there, I'm wet all over from sweating in the malarial swamp and carrying a heavy motherfucking stone tabulae. The first thing I see upon entering her room (my first time in a girl's bedroom) is a mamillare on her bed.

Kashuno posted:

*smokes a bowl*