Do You/They?
- Often
- Sometimes
- Rarely
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I’ve been told that men cry alot, but personally i can’t produce a single tear in funerals. have i been lied to or have i been a cold-blood?
Do you tear up when you cut onions?
naturally, i would expect a vote.
but to anwser your question: i hate cooking, make me feel gay
emeril gets all the babes
-Imp
that’s cause he’s a libra, not cause he’s a chef
Chef Bobby Flay is engaged to Law and Order uber-hottie Stephanie March. And no, I don’t know what his “sign” is- astrology is too gay for me. 
i don’t see how anyone can compare cooking with astrology.
i say cooking’s for women because men have better things to spend their time on, e.g. astrology
I say you’re a misogynistic ape born in the wrong century - is there still such a thing as “women’s work” as of 2005!? 
Leave the astrology & fairey tales to the children and the cooking to adults.
At any rate, if you can’t cook you’re doomed to 1) a life of fast food and take out, 2) living at home dependant upon your mom to fix your meals, or 3) hoping to find a gullible woman to look after you (ie finding a woman who wants to be a surrogate mother instead of a partner).
BTW, chicks dig a man who can cook for them. 
Especially if it’s something swankier than mac & cheese out of a box.
i see why you are so keen on cooking now: so many well-tought reasons!
anyway, since i already refused to keep on talking about astrology to the herd of the close-minded, i’m not about to make another start now. all i have to say is: cooking is a waste of life, but it is a life for you is you’re a proffessional chef, the thing is though: cook and eat your own shit is time-wasting and unhealthy plus no appetite. so why cook? spend your time on stock trading, and send your shares on fancy resturants - you are guranteed to eat well and deliciously. yep, that’ how i plan my future life: eat off nice rests. but if you argue that it’s fun when cooking, then as i said before “there are alot of better things to do, e.g. astrology”
btw, you hijacked my thread…
Well, it happens I am a professional chef, so I’m probably biased. 
The fact is though that there’s no reason cooking at home would be unhealthy, and if you have the know-how, you can prepare anything at home that you could buy in a restaurant. Any time you like and to your own tastes. Cooking is also enjoyable, and there’s nothing wrong will building some self reliance.
Who eats all their meals in a restaurant?:roll:
Yes, I guess I did hijack your thread. Sorry. 
Oh, well - no one was paying any attention to it anyway. 
gee, i don’t know what to say to you anymore pheadrus, except… man, just stop hijacking this thread
Okay, you made me cry just now. 
Some men enjoy cooking. I make the world’s meanest piece of toast. I can also boil water at a professional level.
i hope that’s not you who voted for “sometimes”, if so, your hijacking just became true in every sense of the word
if not, i urge you who voted for “sometimes” come out and tell us, why? what do you/they usually cry for?
GCT, have your meals in rests - be a wealthy cool dude
Personally I’ve seen just about all of my close friends cry at one time or another, for one reason or another. It happens when you know someone long enough, someone is bound to get sick or die- or you’ll see that person drunk enough to start crying over something. Either way it’s a very touching moment- one that brings you closer to them in that there is a lot of vulnerability in the act of crying in front of someone else. It makes me feel like they have a heart, they have feelings- with men so often it seems like nothing touches them… once they feel that something has been taken from them and they weep, it’s easy to see the emotions and importance placed upon someone or something which is otherwise repressed.
I met a young guy (maybe 19 or 20) in New Orleans that was addicted to heroin. He and I got to talking and all of my friends were ready to go in for the night…we had an instant connection/attraction. I told them I was staying out with him to get coffee, but of course we just got more alcohol and prowled the French Quarter together sharing stories. He couldn’t get into any of the bars really, without an ID so mostly we just walked… He walked me back to my hotel, we started holding hands on the way- it was nice that a stranger would feel the desire to “walk me home”- to be protective over me. I didn’t fear him for a second, which was odd because he was a drug abuser and homeless… sometimes you just feel a vibe, a faint light shining in the darkest soul- the indication that they are misunderstood, perhaps generally hold up a facade for protection.
Anyway, when we got to my hotel- as with any proper date, he opted to kiss me goodnight… he gave me a hug, thanked me and gentlemanly kissed me on the cheek. I felt an overwhelming desire to stay with him- I didn’t want him to leave. I was going home that morning, in a matter of hours, and it felt imperative to spend those last hours with him. I asked him to stay, I couldn’t bring him to my room- so we hid in the back hall by the hotel laundry room. We sat on the floor and quickly got lost in one another- making out, professing drunken love to one another… and then he started crying, just weeping and weeping. He told me that he didn’t know what to do, what he was doing with his life, how kind I had been to him. It was like he had this ball of emotion built up inside that was just eating away at him. He talked about his parents and where he used to live, that he was spoiled and came from money- how they kicked him out because he was using drugs and stealing. I did what I could. I think I may have cried a sympathy tear or two, I don’t remember. I just remember him, his face and how lost he was. It’s somehow easy for me to feel or relate to that kind of pain- it’s the pain that plagues me as well. He and I parted ways and never heard from one another again- perhaps a greater force brought us together for the healing of a secret and unexpected hour of connection.
Pureasonist- I’m sorry you feel “gay” when you cook… I’d be happy to prepare you a meal when you get here!