h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ciao Terri,

We've talked and talked and talked about this, haven't we? I have learned to accept that I have to be happy on my own. I don't quite know how it's done, though...

I've enrolled in a few seminars at a convention in Padova. I'm really curious, plus I think it'd be very good fun... it's all about web-related issues, plus there is one thing on digital film editing that I hope to be able to attend...

So what if that'll make me even harder to deal with...

I think I use my kids for surviving. They give me reason. More that often I ask myself if I have any excuse for being or doing like I am. Kids have carried me through the hardest times. I have also wished that I didn't have them. But then again, I have also wished I didn't have myself, either.
Yes, I don't have money or time. I am relatively poor, even here where I live. But I don't think money could make me happier.
So, it's always the same - we should be happy with what we have and never regret our choices.

Some men like women who cannot detect BS & lies
Smart men like smart women.

Have you heard from those same men how unusual you are?
Having looks & brains sort of throws some!

Do you go for the lookers 1st?
Expecting the good looking guys to have great brains too?
Maybe some of the not so perfect looking guys, have better brains

hi abbi!

yoda on lap, cant type more!

zdt

I actually posted this yesterday to the defining moments thread, but I think it is also very relevant to the whole "a woman who thinks for herself is a threat" topic, so here it is again:

Ok, on to a couple rather mundane ones: two fights that I had with my boyfriend back in college. The first one was about wine. When we would go to parties, there was a sweet, cheap wine that I liked to drink, the kind that came with a screw on cap, not a cork, LOL. My boyfriend hated the fact that I drank the stuff. It wasn't that he objected to drinking in general, but that he wanted me to drink a finer wine. He and I argued around and around about it. He said I shouldn't drink "swill", and I said, "What difference does it make how expensive it is if I like it?" Finally he said in exasperation, "What will other people think of you?" And something just kind of clicked for me. I didn't want to be friends with the kind of people who would judge me by what wine I drank. I still feel that way. I will never try to impress people by drinking the "right" wine, listening to the "right" music, and having the "right" clothes. I like what I like.

Second fight was about a chocolate milkshake, LOL. One afternoon I was with my boyfriend when I got an incredible craving for a chocolate milkshake. I told my boyfriend that I just had to have a milkshake, and he said he knew of a great little ice cream place that served lots of different flavors of milkshake. So he drove me down there. And they did indeed have, like, 30 flavors of milkshake. But what is was really craving was chocolate. So I got a chocolate one. Well, when my boyfriend found out what flavor I had gotten, he totally flipped out. He couldn't believe that with all the flavors offered, I had opted for plain chocolate. He seemed to think this was a serious character flaw on my part, a lack of adventurousness, or something. He lectured me for, like, 30 minutes. But again, I got what I liked, not what someone thought I should have.

The chocolate shake story, I'm sorry to say, lives on in infamy. I told my later boyfriends, and the chocolate shake guy told his later girlfriends, some of whom went on to date each other. They would wind up and at the shake shop, people I didn't even know directly, and say, "There was girl once that got a chocolate one..." and the other person would say "Oh, I've heard of her..."

YAY JE!

Abbi... no, I don't go for the lookers, I go for the ones I like as people (because they make me laugh and I can have good conversations with them and they fit my idea of a cool person). I have always ended up with good-looking boyfriends who had a problem handling me, but the ones I fell in love with were only good-looking in the eye of this particular beholder.

Ellen... sheesh, your boyfriend must've been such a pain in the a*se. That kind of person is always pointing out shortcomings in people because they see their partners as extensions of themselves...

JEllen, go on you
altho your ex might now have chocolate milkshake fobie...asking every new girl he meet if she like chocolate milkshake...he s if she does.

*giggles*

I don't like "nice" people.

I prefer nice people to people who act all cool but are obnoxious and horrible. That's how it is. It's a pretty easy choice to make: "nice" people on one side, "not nice" people on the other. I'm in the former camp. I'm nice too.

I am natural nice

You border on hippy-dippy, pheloxi But as I said, you're Dutch. Different breed

hippy dippy I like that a lot

"Nice" isn't the same as nice. Some people consider it highly important to act and look nice, being nice isn't necessary.

depends on your definition of nice. "Nice" as a personality trait: if you're not nice, you can try to "act" nice but won't pull it off. At any rate, acting nice is better than acting nasty.

If you define "nice" as "boring and dull", that's another kettle of fish.

If "nice" equals "good-looking"... it's a language barrier

I meant "nice" as comme il faut.
Caring the most about the impression they give, following "good manners and taste" and so on. Opposed to the kind and good people.

Ah, OK, got it then. Then the definition would probably be "prim" or "proper". Yuk. Don't like that kind of people much either.

Jellens article, "Hello Im Stuck-up" Sounds like the man was just that "STUCK UP" I mean, imagine trying to force his opinion on what his partner should drink or eat. Who cares what he might wonder what people would think, the guys a "Jerk!" If you cant enjoy someones company without trying to "change them" he is not worth being with in the first place. I am a bloke, but Ive never tried to force my opinions or thoughts on to anyone, if I spend time with a person, it is because I like them for what they are, not just to look cool in their company.
Smudger.

My best friends ex husband was like that

If she did not like her food for some reason he took it all quite personal! He would get mad