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Originally posted by Dykes_on_Jay Hitting on someone is expressing your interest in them. Flirting is what unhappy married women do to feel good about themselves.

I'd say hitting on someone is expressing interest in them, while flirting is just playful banter with someone (of the opposite sex).

It can occasionally be difficult to discern between the two, but most of the time it is rather clear what's going on.

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Originally posted by Joss Weatherby Yea, you're a retard.

I don't "work" for free.

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I've also had sex in my lifetime. One day nou...one day.

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Work lunches that involve beer are awesome.

Especially when everyone else is doing lame Halloween stuff back at the office.

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Originally posted by Dykes_on_Jay I don't "work" for free.

No I just find it sad that you apparently have to contexualize every male female relationship on a sexual or romantic spectrum. It's a really absurd concept that seems very immature. Especially so if you consider any platonic relationship with a woman to be "work". That screams intimacy issues to me.

You should find sad those things that matter.

Like your life.

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Originally posted by Dykes_on_Jay You should find sad those things that matter. Like your life.

Ultimately I don't give two fucks about you, but if you are making comparisons against me or stating this shit in a public discussion then yea, I am going to look at you and judge/criticise you, even if it is pointless. Believe me it doesn't really detract from taking care of my own problems one bit.

you've never taken care of yourself, let alone your problems.

you don't measure up to me; like not even up to my ankle. stop it nou.

start by getting it in one time. maybe citric will give it to you when she is on her deathbed.

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Originally posted by Dykes_on_Jay you've never taken care of yourself, let alone your problems. you don't measure up to me; like not even up to my ankle. stop it nou. start by getting it in one time. maybe citric will give it to you when she is on her deathbed.

Right, because I do not objectify every woman that I know I do not compare to you? Good. I don't want to compare to you.

I found your spectrum by the way, you are in the same class of asshole as this loser:



The only difference between him and you is probably your ability be a snappy dresser, look slightly better and have just enough balls to find a woman dumb enough to fuck you, let alone have a child with you. In every other regard you are the exact same pathetic loser person who can't justify anything involving anyone of the opposite sex with out needing something in return. It is a sad, pathetic, misogynistic world view and hopefully your son has a better role model than you when it comes to relationships.

You don't objectify anything, because you are a broke loser who relies on his parents, and looks like an inbred version of the Mr Clean man.

Strawman.

I spend my whole day with women (literally, my job involves 0 dudes being around, i teach 80% women) i don't fuck, nor want to. We interact fine. This conversation was never about that. Quit trying to hide your own failures by changing subjects.

Look in the mirror, then blame it.

Why is no woman dumb enough to fuck you??

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You need to pick which insult train you are going to go with and stick to it. In the last 20 posts you've described me as a loser virgin who tries too hard and doesn't get any and now some sort of asexual person who doesn't have any sexual drive at all.

But cool, you seem to be able to make up multiple insults, even if they are disjointed and come across more as a pathetic response to the obvious truth that you are not a good person at heart.