Guessing bush pilot in Queensland or Northern Territory of Australia based on post history
Shhhhh if we keep quiet they won't notice and we won't have to do anything
I was young and naive, even a couple years later I would've done a bit of digging. You know, questions like what's his name, how long you guys been going out for, shouldn't he be here with you in your moment of need given your fucking dog is dead.
Mate I've had some cracker first dates that didn't work out in the long run but were absolutely part of the tapestry which got me to here.
The number of good first dates far outweighs the weird and shitty ones.
Some of my most treasured experiences are those quiet intimate moments just between two of you. An experience that just the two of you share. It is profound.
We are our experiences.
Asked a girl out on a date. She invited me over to watch a movie with her at her parents house (we were in our late teens). I arrived; her recently deceased family dog and incredibly distressed mother were both in the kitchen. Dog was a really big golden retriever that had been euthanized, and the mom had bought him home? Not sure why? Maybe to bury in the back yard or something? Idk
Anyway I offered to leave but she was insistent that we watch the movie together, which we did, on the couch, with her mom crying in the next room. Halfway through the movie the mom screams he's still alive, he's still alive. Go into the kitchen, she'd gone to move the body and it had expelled air and made some noise. I had to explain, with my best year 12 biology, what had happened. Five minutes of this woman losing her shit with grief out of her beloved companion dying.
Girl insisted we watch the last 10 minutes of the movie, it finishes with us watching in silence, I get up to leave and said something stupid like hey I'd love to do this again sometime and she says "I have a boyfriend"
I'm like alright well that's that then and didn't put in any more effort. Stupid me, she was hot and I really liked her. Being a dipshit I wrote a song about it, using the three guitar chords I knew, which takes me to act ii.....
....five years later, I'm at a party, exchanging worst first date stories with friends and fellow partygoers including a cute blonde. I wait my turn, tell the story, she laughs her arse off and then goads me into singing the song, accompanying myself poorly on the guitar. I absolutely fucking nail it, everyone is in stitches, sit down next to her and the night goes from there. We end up leaving the party for a walk down to the local beach, made out on the beach, things get frisky, jump in a cab back to my house, in bed together, have drunken sex....which results in a broken condom. She lives literally the other side of town so we have to wait till (a) I'm sober enough to drive and (b) pharmacy is open to get a plan b, then have the most awkward drive back to her house. Get there, offer to walk her to the door, she says no, kisses me goodbye in the car, then texts me...to say she has a boyfriend.
Tricky, theirs is a cover version, so the original would still exist.
There's a movie about that scenario with the Beatles. Called yesterday.
Not sure who I'm writing this for or who but will share it anyway
can I maybe humanise piper Perri a bit?
Well post this scene she had a kid. Split with the dad. Got into a new relationship. 25 years old.
She left said 21 month old son in the care of her boyfriend. Returns to find the child hospitalised with multiple suspicious injuries and severe internal head trauma.
She started a gofundme to pay for his treatment. Trolled of course because porn star. The largest contributor was funnily enough an adult site.
Son didn't make it. She requested his organs be donated so he could live on in other people. His death meant three other kids had longer / better lives.
The boyfriend went to court. Gave conflicting reasons as to how the injuries occurred during interviews then settled on the old fell down the stairs response. The cause of death noted as shaken baby syndrome.
That's what I see when I see this meme. A mother whose kid was killed but had the grace and heart to use her son's passing to help other kids live. One day these kids will see the meme and not realise they're alive because of the choices of that woman.
She had sex on camera with some black guys in a taboo scene which plays on the white male insecurity fetish, which we now use as a shortcut to mean being taken advantage of. Weird, huh.
Anyway. Julienne, I hope you're doing well.
I spent a bit of time going through your post history to get an understanding of your background
In short I think your life experiences mean you've lost all trust in men. Not just your direct experiences but what you've observed in others.
As a result you enter each interaction assuming the worst. Every male social worker you engage with will confirm this pattern because that's what you're looking for. The - ah fuck here we go again - feeling.
For them, and I don't expect you to have empathy for them, this is what they live - the outcomes of other mens behaviours. But - they were there and they tried. That is something.
You have changed quite a lot of your original post.
"OK so she must've bleached the full head then done the green side first, then the black side. Man her scalp must be itchy as fuck. What did I used to use to stop the burn? Coconut oil? Yeah that's right. Smelt like Malibu for a week or so, and had to throw out that set of pillow cases. Man that sucks, I loved those pillow cases, perfect for winter. I wonder if you can still get them?"
Yeah there were dumb kids in my class too.
Sometimes the base level of aggression or the base level of inflection is way higher than what you're locally tuned for.
Anecdotally I have found even business conversations with people from the US to be over the top. Especially through the sales cycle. There is a lot of hype that I need to adjust for in comparison to vendors in the UK, Europe and Asia.
It's not a bad thing, it's a social standard. I probably appear quiet reserved and shy by comparison.