I almost didn’t read the last word in this sentence. I’m glad that I did. Remember, be your quirky and charming self and to be honest your clothes are neither here nor there. Good luck, not that you’ll need it.
Check this out, this is good stuff…
We gotta “Christian,” who goes to “church,” responding to a person who says things like “Do you have a big dick?” and “are you ready to kick it Jesus style?”, with “ok that was funny…are you the gay? That got me rolling…”
Now, the point is not if Christianity is real or any other such nonsense, but rather this is what those who call themselves Christians talk like. Is Christianity bullshit? Of course it is. But the double irony is here: look at those who call themselves Christian and watch what they do.
“Most Christians do not even deserve the punishment that there God would give them, and are not worthy it…”- Fritz (not verbatim)
Of course PG is too young to really have a reasonable opinion about it, and is just going to church and calling herself a Christian because everybody else does.
I ask you, what is the greater comic tragedy, that Christianity exists, or that Christianity exists?
[laughing]
Carry on, children, you’re doing fine. Your God is watching you.
She went for the sweater…
All is lost… ALL IS LOST!!!
so this man begs god to get him to win the lottery. he prayed every night and every morning and went to church and prayed there too.
a month passes, nothing happens…
two pass…nothing happens…
…after the third month the man is just absolutely irritated and yells out to god “ive been praying and devoting myself to you, why cant i just win the lottery?! WHY?!” …and god says “throw me a bone here and at least buy a lottery ticket you fucking moron!”
That’s an aesop’s fable, embracetrees. It’s called Hercules and the Wagoner.
Hercules and the Waggoner
A Waggoner was once driving a heavy load along a very muddy
way. At last he came to a part of the road where the wheels sank
half-way into the mire, and the more the horses pulled, the deeper
sank the wheels. So the Waggoner threw down his whip, and knelt
down and prayed to Hercules the Strong. “O Hercules, help me in
this my hour of distress,” quoth he. But Hercules appeared to
him, and said:
“Tut, man, don’t sprawl there. Get up and put your shoulder
to the wheel.”
The gods help them that help themselves.
But how much must you help yourself before you get help? Where’s the line? Why should you have to help yourself?
Well, Im sure youre all at the edge of your seats as to what happened…
Well I went and sat next to him— and then, I eventually noticed something round and shiny on the ring finger of his left hand…
Sigh
El Fin
Then what happened?
um…well…I actually wanted to just leave…you can imagine how-weird-it might have been–I mean because I planked myself down right next to him --i stayed for a bit and then just left. 
Your lesson from this thread is clear: Don’t dwell on insignificances because in the long run none of them really matter.
Sooo… kudos to those who said “please yourself, do what you like.” They were right.
You shouldn’t let guys intimidate you like that.
[laughing]
Four days ago you were instructing her to “get him every time” and “play the chase game.” Now, after she has failed…you pretend like you are the wise man who gives good advice.
Notice that she said “they” were right, thus not including herself.
I know for a fact that Bessy’s idea works , especially if you just want a date and I imagine it could sometimes lead to more…the guy was married…just one of those things…
Shame I got to this thread too late.
I was gonna suggest you pass him one o’ these:
