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The Library => Haley Center Basement => Topic started by: Catphish Tilly on April 28, 2015, 09:26:10 AM
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...but screw it. I got engaged this weekend. To a corndog. I know there is at least one poster-ette on this board who can sympathize with my future plight. The rest of you can deposit your wedding/sympathy gifts directly to my PayPal account.
But in all serious, she's a good sport to put up with my dumbass.
nb4: run, idiot, mistake, gfy, why, & horrible photoshops.
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Congrats, man.
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You volunteered pictures of yourself...and your fiance.
To this crowd.
Your children might have a chance if your wife is a rocket surgeon.
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You volunteered pictures of yourself...and your fiance.
I didn't have any lying around of my mustang.
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You volunteered pictures of yourself...and your fiance.
To this crowd.
Your children might have a chance if your wife is a rocket surgeon.
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Alright, let me be the first to say congratulations to you man; you have one vagina for the rest of your life. Real smart Catphish. Way to think it through.
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Alright, let me be the first to say congratulations to you man; you have one vagina for the rest of your life. Real smart Catphish. Way to think it through.
Firstly, thanks. Secondly, that was an ever present thought in the back of my mind as I worked diligently to counterbalance that equation throughout my 20's.
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Congrats! And nice vest.
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First, congrats. Next, aiight, since everyone thusfar has been too much of a pussy to say this, let me be the first as your close friend and confidant on this board to say, dude, she is smoking hot. And, I'm very serious when I say that if you ever need anyone to look after her like when you need to go out of town on business, travel to Europe, get drafted and must go to war....dude call me. Seriously, I mean it. I will look after her because you mean that much to me. And now, so does she.
PS, Thanks for the pics. I will be utilizing these.
! have to say, !'m sure glad you dec!ded to come back to the board AUChizad!... You're fr!endsh!p and !nsight are a major reason ! frequent !t as often as ! do.
Now if we could just get rid of that nuisance WT... that guy is a real dick sometimes.
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Hey man, congrats! You are better looking than I thoug...I mean, she's a beautiful girl.
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Here's my lessons on 13 years of marriage.
You can be right, or you can be happy. They are mutually exclusive. Enjoy.
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Here's my lessons on 13 years of marriage.
You can be right, or you can be happy. They are mutually exclusive. Enjoy.
I'm married with kids, do I look happy to you?
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Congrats. She looks like a sweetie. Best wishes.
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You are a brave man. Congrats... I really don't have much else to add, so I will leave you with this:
Surveys prove, 9 out of 10 people enjoy gang rape.
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OK. Why does the first pic look like you are standing on a box? I'm thinking Photoshop and she really looks like Shelby's cousin Belinda!
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I'm married with kids, do I look happy to you?
Well, see. Blue's dead. Frank's divorced. I lost my house. Nicole thinks I'm a total jackass. And now we got nine kids who are gonna get expelled from school, and you're not even gonna help them.
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She is pretty hot, what is she doing with your ugly ass?
Got any naked pics? Want some?
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Here's my advice for game day after a mixed marriage: Sit apart. Sit with your own kind. Do not watch together. It's cute while you are dating, but afterwards, the game can become a tangible means of expressing all the stresses and issues which are always present in even the best of marriages. Especially if there is alcohol involved, and well, she is a corndog...
Post game, winner gives the loser a kiss, and then it is never spoken of again.
She is beautiful, and I am thrilled for you. Best wishes, hon.
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She is pretty hot, what is she doing with your ugly ass?
Got any naked pics? Want some?
Well, I'm a pretty good cook and an even better lover. I'm also a good photographer so heck yeah we should compare pictu...hey wait a minute.
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Well, I'm a pretty good cook and an even better lover. I'm also a good photographer so heck yeah we should compare pictu...hey wait a minute.
Ah but can you hammer a six inch spike through a board with your penis?
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Not right now.
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Not right now.
Apparently your fiancé doesn't have standards. ;)
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Here's my advice for game day after a mixed marriage: Sit apart. Sit with your own kind. Do not watch together. It's cute while you are dating, but afterwards, the game can become a tangible means of expressing all the stresses and issues which are always present in even the best of marriages. Especially if there is alcohol involved, and well, she is a corndog...
Post game, winner gives the loser a kiss, and then it is never spoken of again.
She is beautiful, and I am thrilled for you. Best wishes, hon.
Hey thanks, TW. Always with the sage advice and spot on.
We've made it through a couple so far...the first being 2013. I was still trying to win her over then, so I spent all game demonstrating my patience and calm demeanor by biting my lip and internally crying as AU wet the bed on a rainy Baton Rouge night. Last year was a whole lot of payback.
This year? Well... at least we have our mutual disdain for bama to fall back on. She's learned a lot about the true nature of the beast since moving to the 'ham.
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Does soon-to-be Mrs. Catfish have a name or are we to refer to her as Catfish's Corndog?
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Guys, He really is a good lover. Believe it.
Snags, can you confirm?
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This year? Well... at least we have our mutual disdain for bama to fall back on. She's learned a lot about the true nature of the beast since moving to the 'ham.
That's what we say when we get the inevitable question "We both hate bammer, so that works out. We teach our kids to say "Go Tigers" and that works out. And we watch the game separately, so yeah, that works out too." I also always make a point to openly support LSU any other time - if LSU losing helps Auburn, I just keep my thoughts to myself. Marriage is a compromise - it doesn't hurt you to do the little things to make your partner happy, but you don't have to share what you are thinking either...
It's pretty funny to watch when they realize for themselves what absolute fucktards bammers are - it wasn't just you the AU fan hating on a rival, it's the gorram truth. My corndog is firmly in the "Avoid the rush, hate bammer early" crowd now.
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Snags, can you confirm?
Depends on how much he's had to drink.
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It can be done. I've come to be a second-hand LSU fan as long as it doesn't mess us up. Even went to their bowl game against Notre Dame this year and had no qualms about being on the bayou bandwagon.
Got the shirt to prove it.
I look good in purple.
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Depends on how much he's had to drink.
Sorry to burst your bubble Snags but it was a lot that night.
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Congrats. She looks like a sweetie. Best wishes.
Dude, I was wondering when the first rude and tactless comment would come from someone on here re Cat's new fiancé. How she tastes is of absolutely no concern to you.
However, even if I would have wondered the same thing, I have way too much class than to actually say it.
Have some damn pride in yourself.
So, you think sweet and not sweet and sour, huh?
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Dude, I was wondering when the first rude and tactless comment would come from someone on here re Cat's new fiancé. How she tastes is of absolutely no concern to you.
However, even if I would have wondered the same thing, I have way too much class than to actually say it.
Have some damn pride in yourself.
So, you think sweet and not sweet and sour, huh?
Dude c'mon.
She's from Louisiana, not Asia.
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Dude c'mon.
She's from Louisiana, not Asia.
She tastes like a large rodent?
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She tastes like a large rodent?
No, she smells like a corn dog!
Congrats, Catfish!
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I guess technically, a large rodent could smell like a corn dog. Although I wouldn't marry either one. But looking at the pics of Cats bride to be, rodent really doesn't come to mind. Neither does a corn dog. Now...puttin' that on a plate and soppin' it up with a biscuit...yeah, that definitely comes to mind.
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I'm married to an LSU chick. Fun times!
We don't watch the games together because she is almost as obnoxious as me. But I'll be damned if either one of us keep our mouth shut at any point afterwords. That shit just builds resentment. You got to let it out. The only two times we watched was last year when we thought Auburn was going to blow them out...and we did. And then in 2012 when we thought LSU was going to blow us out and they did. If it's competitive? Not watching together. But I talk some shit over a text though...
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I'm married to an LSU chick. Fun times!
We don't watch the games together because she is almost as obnoxious as me. But I'll be damned if either one of us keep our mouth shut at any point afterwords. That shit just builds resentment. You got to let it out. The only two times we watched was last year when we thought Auburn was going to blow them out...and we did. And then in 2012 when we thought LSU was going to blow us out and they did. If it's competitive? Not watching together. But I talk some shit over a text though...
I hate people who talk shit via text or on the Internet.
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I guess technically, a large rodent could smell like a corn dog. Although I wouldn't marry either one. But looking at the pics of Cats bride to be, rodent really doesn't come to mind. Neither does a corn dog. Now...puttin' that on a plate and soppin' it up with a biscuit...yeah, that definitely comes to mind.
What about doing it like nutria do it? Does that cross your mind, you sicko, twisted, perverted and dirty old man?
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What about doing it like nutria do it? Does that cross your mind, you sicko, twisted, perverted and dirty old man?
HEY...HEY...HEY, watch yourself. I am NOT twisted.
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shoot just builds resentment. You got to let it out.
I'm a big fan of letting out the resentment. :s&m: :monkey:
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OK. Why does the first pic look like you are standing on a box?
That was from a couple years ago, then she had a growth spurt at age 14...
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I'm a big fan of letting out the resentment. :s&m: :monkey:
All kidding aside, get some shit in writing. Make sure you both know the ground rules from Day One.
Make a list of things that Will Not Be Tolerated. And another of Things That Must Happen.
Make sure you review that thing regularly. The honeymoon phase lasts for a while and then there are kids and other things to distract you. It's pretty easy if you don't have established rules for one or the other to grow complacent and forget why you married each other in the first place.
I survived a 25 year marriage that was contentious for a long time because we didn't have understandings in place from the start. I let her do and not do things that annoyed the fuck out of me because I loved her and didn't want to hurt her feelings by bitching. I'm sure I annoyed the shit out of her too. Now we are done with the ordeal and both happier.
Among the things I would suggest as non-negotiable:
1) Make time for each other alone. And not with any ulterior motives. If every time you take her out to dinner at a decent place or take her to your favorite bar together you're doing so hoping you can get up in that ass? Eventually ruins the whole thing for her and she will resent it.
2) Make sure you enjoy each other's company outside of the bedroom. It's a simple, stupid thing but if she likes to watch Chopped, Flip That House and Diners Dumps and Derelicts and you HATE those shows and the people on them? You got a problem, son. It's okay at first, but if you're in the mood to watch Law and Order but can't because there's a fucking House Flip marathon on? It's going to piss you off. You need to like the same kind of music, the same kind of bands, the same kind of food even. Do you know what it's been like for 25 years to have every motherfucking seafood restaurant ruled out from the jump? I love seafood, but could never go because she didn't like it. So we'd end up at some shitty Lone Star chain or something because "you can get seafood there.." Horseshit.
3) Have clear cut expectations about who does what. If you want to impress her by saying "no, I got it" every time the dishes are due to be washed at first? That shit gets ingrained and eventually that becomes your perpetual lot in life. Make a fucking schedule and share the chores. Even if it's as simple as "you do everything outside the house and I'll do everything inside."
4) Don't be an ass. Pick up your own clothes, don't leave messes laying around. If you make shit marks in your underwear, have the decency to wash that yourself.
5) Don't let the dining room table be the mail catchall. It's a hard habit to break, but just don't start it.
6) Make it a point to have meals together as a family, especially after you have kids. That hour or so at the dinner table is vitally important. It keeps you connected.
7) Take time to really listen to what she's trying to tell you. Make sure she understands what you're saying. Never assume.
8) It's okay to go to bed mad. Just don't stay that way. Whenever you argue with her always, always repeat back to her what she just said to you. "I'm pissed at you for leaving your shit stained under drawers laying on the bed..." and you go "Just to make sure, you're upset because my shitty drawers are on the bed, right? " And then offer a solution.
9) Don't try to fix everything. It's the male way to hear a problem and try to figure out some way to fix it. Women aren't necessarily like that. Sometimes they just need to say shit to get it out. If they've had a bad day at work and are pissed at their co-worker they don't want you to offer advice on how to resolve the issue or make plans to solve it for them. Sometimes they just want to talk about it. Nothing more. So listen and sympathize.
10) Tell each other more than just "I love you" every day. Saying that over and over becomes rote. Find something that you love about her every day and point it out specifically. I love what you did with your hair, or I love the way your mouth turns up when you smile like that will carry more weight than a hundred mumbled "love ya". Try to remember one reason you love her every day -- and tell her.
11) And finally, when you're sitting there in your boxers wondering just when it was that she changed, just remember that you've changed too. Make allowances for it.
You outkicked your coverage. Never forget that either.
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1) Make time for each other alone. And not with any ulterior motives. If every time you take her out to dinner at a decent place or take her to your favorite bar together you're doing so hoping you can get up in that ass? Eventually ruins the whole thing for her and she will resent it.[quote]
Would this part apply if WT takes her out to a bar? As a favor for my man the fish, I mean. Helping him out. It would be ok for me to hope this, right?
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9) Don't try to fix everything. It's the male way to hear a problem and try to figure out some way to fix it. Women aren't necessarily like that. Sometimes they just need to say shit to get it out. If they've had a bad day at work and are pissed at their co-worker they don't want you to offer advice on how to resolve the issue or make plans to solve it for them. Sometimes they just want to talk about it. Nothing more. So listen and sympathize.
THISTHISTHIS. Gotta give Corndog props. He is so good at letting me vent. Some problems (clients, co-workers) CAN'T be fixed but holy shit, I gotta vent somewhere to someone. He is awesome in this respect.
And Corollary to Item 2 - It's great to have common interests, but it is also absolutely ok to do things apart if one person really likes something and the other really doesn't. I volunteer at the nerd convention in Dallas every year and travel up there alone, because that whole scene makes him shake his head. But I love it and he doesn't want me to miss out on doing something I love just because he doesn't. So the trip is my Mother's Day gift. I have friends up there that I hang out with - he trusts me and I give him no reason not to (with the exception of my Hall Pass should Fillion ever decide he must have me or die.) Doesn't have to be an overnight thing - could be golf, spa day, whatever is your thing that isn't hers and vice versa. The trick is not to abuse it. Golf once a month is fine. Golf every single weekend is not. Especially when kids arrive.
TL/DR: You don't have to completely give up everything that makes you "you" just because you are married. Doing things by yourself or with a friend who isn't your spouse is ok sometimes too.
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THISTHISTHIS. Gotta give Corndog props. He is so good at letting me vent. Some problems (clients, co-workers) CAN'T be fixed but holy shit, I gotta vent somewhere to someone. He is awesome in this respect.
And Corollary to Item 2 - It's great to have common interests, but it is also absolutely ok to do things apart if one person really likes something and the other really doesn't. I volunteer at the nerd convention in Dallas every year and travel up there alone, because that whole scene makes him shake his head. But I love it and he doesn't want me to miss out on doing something I love just because he doesn't. So the trip is my Mother's Day gift. I have friends up there that I hang out with - he trusts me and I give him no reason not to (with the exception of my Hall Pass should Fillion ever decide he must have me or die.) Doesn't have to be an overnight thing - could be golf, spa day, whatever is your thing that isn't hers and vice versa. The trick is not to abuse it. Golf once a month is fine. Golf every single weekend is not. Especially when kids arrive.
TL/DR: You don't have to completely give up everything that makes you "you" just because you are married. Doing things by yourself or with a friend who isn't your spouse is ok sometimes too.
Must disagree. Men need to be outside in the sunshine cursing at each other and acting buffoonish. No better place for this than a golf course.
As to the coronary on Item 2. Yes, it's okay to have some separate interests but when you find yourself in a situation where you thought "opposites would attract"? It's a bad scene.
I hate country music, but we had to listen to Fart Brooks, Trisha Yearwood, Patty Loveless and god knows what other godawful shit because that was HER thing.
I love seafood, but it was off limits unless I went on my own. Which I did from time to time.
I like to play golf, she doesn't. I like movies, she'd rather wait for the DVD. I like concerts, she'd rather just hear them on the radio. I like going and doing -- whether it be shopping, ball games, festivals, whatever -- she'd rather stay at home. I like L&O, she'd rather watch the property brothers. Fuck those guys.
I knew this when we got married. I knew we were vastly different. I thought it was "cute" that we had different interests. Thought it would keep things interesting. I stupidly assumed that we'd meet in the middle on things and find common ground. I was wrong.
One other thing I'll say and then I'm done with this topic -- make sure you're intellectually compatible. That means not only are you on equal ground "smarts" wise, but you're in pretty much the same boat politically and in regard to religion. The worst feeling in the world is when you hear your significant other go off on some rant in public about gay marriage or Confederate Memorial Day or something and you think "damn, that's ignorant."
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Make sure you keep your own interests. After a while maybe take a "man" vacation and let her take her "female" vacation but also take a vacation together. I just got back from playing golf for 4 days, she is now on her way to California with some wine tasting group she is in. In month we head to the west indies.
Each of you will need your cave time.
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Cali has some great tasting wind, for sure. I have had a lot of wind but there is nothing like breaking wind in California. And you're talking to an upper echelon wind breaker here.
Getting to work 2 1/2 hours earlier than normal (6:00am) makes my already bad typing skills even worst. :facepalm:
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This thread sucks.
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Color me impressed to see this thread veer from a bereavement on the woes of settling down to a lesson on how to make a happy marriage. All kidding aside, although I never posted much until recently, I've followed most of you on this board since the dark ages of existence over on drillpress.com. Knowing most time here is spent busting balls or lack thereof (sorry Snaggs), the sincere advice is much appreciated.
I could've made momma proud and myself miserable by jumping into marriage early and being two kids in by mid-twenties, but that was never my style. Waiting a little later than many has given me the opportunity to witness countless examples of the very things that Wench and Kaos speak of... even as those folks themselves don't realize the effects of their actions/inactions/habits.
The future Mrs. CT and I have a highly favorable odds if the points above are any indication. Even if marrying me might bring her mental capacity into question.
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Read all the advice. Take to heart what applies to the life you and your bride make for yourselves. Screw a list. You won't read it any more than you will New Year's Resolutions. Just try to make sure you marry someone that's your friend first.
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Read all the advice. Take to heart what applies to the life you and your bride make for yourselves. Screw a list. You won't read it any more than you will New Year's Resolutions. Just try to make sure you marry someone that's your friend first.
Or thats really hot and enjoys sucking cock.
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Or thats really hot and enjoys sucking cock.
Well that goes without saying, doesn't it?
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Go with what your conscious tells you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzT8TyvmiLM
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Or thats really hot and enjoys sucking cock.
Isn't that what friends are for?
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Isn't that what friends are for?
Shhhh
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Read all the advice. Take to heart what applies to the life you and your bride make for yourselves. Screw a list. You won't read it any more than you will New Year's Resolutions. Just try to make sure you marry someone that's your friend first.
So very true and so hard to do.
I should have married my best friend, but we drew that line and never crossed it. Didn't want to ruin the friendship. And I was the one that made the decision not to go there when that moment came that we could have. IDIOT. She was everything I ever wanted. Hmmm. Wonder what she's up to these days?
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So very true and so hard to do.
I should have married my best friend, but we drew that line and never crossed it. Didn't want to ruin the friendship. And I was the one that made the decision not to go there when that moment came that we could have. IDIOT. She was everything I ever wanted. Hmmm. Wonder what she's up to these days?
She's fat. Just tell yourself she's fat now.
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She's fat. Just tell yourself she's fat now.
Yeah. But she's not. I am. Saw a picture of her a couple of years ago. She was working some refugee thing with her church helping flood, earthquake, tsunami, volcano victims or something. She aged better than I did.
I was married 25 years the second time. Don't consider it 25 wasted because I got two wonderful daughters out of the deal. But? I spent a hell of a lot of time in a state of unhappiness. So did she. Just saying that marriage is a job. You have to work at it. Eventually neither of us did I don't guess. I got tired of trying to find something that could make her happy and failing.
Hope it works out for you and this is the one and only. I'd be happy to read about your 50th wedding anniversary -- but I won't be alive so it's not going to matter to me anyway. Just work at it.
If I could boil everything I've learned over 25 years of drudgery into one thing it would be this: "As long as you both put each other's needs first and spend part of each day remembering why you loved each other in the first place, you'll be okay." Once you start putting your own wants ahead of hers (or her yours) the slope gets slippery. It takes sacrifice on both parts. It takes a willingness to give yourself completely and hold nothing back. Complete trust. That's a hard thing to do because it stings like a motherfucker when it's not returned.
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This thread really really sucks.
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I should have married my cousin.
Sooner!
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Corndog and I were best friends before we married and we still are now. It is the most awesome thing in the world - you can divorce people if all you have as a foundation is love/lust, but no one wants to lose their best friend in the bargain. In 13 years married/14 together, the thought of breaking things off has never, not one time, ever been a point of consideration for either of us (we were talking about this just the other night, and he made this statement before I did, so...) You were smart, Fishie, to take your time, get some stability financially and career-wise, become more mature, etc. before you took the leap. Good for you both.
Like Dallas said, each of you will need cave time, but not every damn weekend apart. You don't have to have everything in common, but neither party should dictate to the exclusion of the other.
K's big mistake was letting her opinions and hers alone dictate what they listened to, what they ate, etc. I am not a beer drinker, but he is, so we go to a local brew pub to eat every now and then, and I am the DD. I am willing to compromise and work around my wants and needs to make him happy because I love him - and he does the same for me. There are very few things I will absolutely refuse - like sit with him at the LSU game. Otherwise, whatever it is - like holidays with his family - ain't gonna kill me.
You and the corndoggette will do just fine.
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This thread really really sucks.
The thread does suck, yes. But, I have used the two pics of Catfish's new fiancé several times already over the last two days.
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Read all the advice. Take to heart what applies to the life you and your bride make for yourselves. Screw a list. You won't read it any more than you will New Year's Resolutions. Just try to make sure you marry someone that's your friend first.
Your wife was your first friend? That's kind of weird if you ask me but whatever works. Was it like a pre-arranged kind of deal since y'all were 6 years old or something?
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Your wife was your first friend? That's kind of weird if you ask me but whatever works. Was it like a pre-arranged kind of deal since y'all were 6 years old or something?
No, I had a troubled childhood.
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Don't do it. If you marry outside of your heritage, you will suffer mightily!
If she can't say War Eagle, dump it!
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No, I had a troubled childhood.
Doesn't look like your adulthood is anything to write home about either.
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Doesn't look like your adulthood is anything to write home about either.
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Actually, they call me E.T.
Extra Testicle
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Don't do it. If you marry outside of your heritage, you will suffer mightily!
If she can't say War Eagle, dump it!
Good news is she can and has. If not for Alma Mater loyalties (which I respect), I think I could bring her over to the light side.
And if I've gotta follow another SEC West team, at least it's fun to watch Les.
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K's big mistake was letting her opinions and hers alone dictate what they listened to, what they ate, etc. I am not a beer drinker, but he is, so we go to a local brew pub to eat every now and then, and I am the DD. I am willing to compromise and work around my wants and needs to make him happy because I love him - and he does the same for me. There are very few things I will absolutely refuse - like sit with him at the LSU game. Otherwise, whatever it is - like holidays with his family - ain't gonna kill me.
There were more mistakes than that. But there was also no compromise. It was pretty quickly "I'm not going to listen to that shit" when Boston, Kansas, Journey or something I liked came on and the radio turned to Alan Jackson or something else equally shit-tastic. No negotiation. Just raw fury if there was any effort on my part to find some middle ground. She's been angry all her life and I could never change it. I tried, though, but the more I tried the worse it seemed to get. Her way or the highway. Fuck what anybody else wants.
I'm scarred from it. Seriously. It changed my personality.
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I'm scarred from it. Seriously. It changed my personality.
So... how do you approach that transition from best friend to something else? What's the awkward scale there?
Um...stop being a pussy and growing a sack would be a start...
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There were more mistakes than that. But there was also no compromise. It was pretty quickly "I'm not going to listen to that shit" when Boston, Kansas, Journey or something I liked came on and the radio turned to Alan Jackson or something else equally shit-tastic. No negotiation. Just raw fury if there was any effort on my part to find some middle ground. She's been angry all her life and I could never change it. I tried, though, but the more I tried the worse it seemed to get. Her way or the highway. Fuck what anybody else wants.
I'm scarred from it. Seriously. It changed my personality.
So... how do you approach that transition from best friend to something else? What's the awkward scale there?
That wasn't intended as a slam on you, believe it or not. I'm sure at first you accommodated just to be nice, or keep the peace, whatever, and then she came to expect it. Road to hell and good intentions and all that. You sound as relieved to be out of that relationship as I was when my divorce papers were signed. Good for you.
The best friend transition came after a fancy company Christmas party his company threw at a local country club. We were dressed up, had a nice evening, great food and wine, dancing... And at my door, he asked for a kiss good night, totally out of the blue. I was surprised enough to agree before I remembered we were just friends, and his kiss was just a simple peck on the lips before he ran like a scalded dog. Not so much that if it were unwelcomed, it could be awkward, but just enough to pique my interest and give me something to think about. He waited until NYE to try again, and then I kissed him back. Waited a bit longer to get horizontal just to make sure. Sparks flew. Engaged six months later.
I'd try the subtle, simple kiss-and-run and see what happens. No sparks? No harm, no foul. Sparks? Give it another try later and go from there. Don't go for the gusto and get nekkid until you are sure it's the right thing to do. You really can't unring that bell.
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Um...stop being a pussy and growing a sack would be a start...
I just pissed my Jockey's. The quintessential X response.
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I just pissed my Jockey's. The quintessential X response.
He missed his calling as an advice columnist!
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That wasn't intended as a slam on you, believe it or not. I'm sure at first you accommodated just to be nice, or keep the peace, whatever, and then she came to expect it. Road to hell and good intentions and all that. You sound as relieved to be out of that relationship as I was when my divorce papers were signed. Good for you.
The best friend transition came after a fancy company Christmas party his company threw at a local country club. We were dressed up, had a nice evening, great food and wine, dancing... And at my door, he asked for a kiss good night, totally out of the blue. I was surprised enough to agree before I remembered we were just friends, and his kiss was just a simple peck on the lips before he ran like a scalded dog. Not so much that if it were unwelcomed, it could be awkward, but just enough to pique my interest and give me something to think about. He waited until NYE to try again, and then I kissed him back. Waited a bit longer to get horizontal just to make sure. Sparks flew. Engaged six months later.
I'd try the subtle, simple kiss-and-run and see what happens. No sparks? No harm, no foul. Sparks? Give it another try later and go from there. Don't go for the gusto and get nekkid until you are sure it's the right thing to do. You really can't unring that bell.
Was really just a rhetorical question. Didn't date my best friend in high school becsuse it seemed awkward. Difficult transition.
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It's much easier to just marry your sister.
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Was really just a rhetorical question. Didn't date my best friend in high school becsuse it seemed awkward. Difficult transition.
But don't you have a bestie of the female persuasion right now? Excuse me for getting your harem mixed up. Seems to me that if she's free, what do you have to lose?
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Was really just a rhetorical question. Didn't date my best friend in high school becsuse it seemed awkward. Difficult transition.
Awkward. Ppppppft. Life is awkward.
It's also a finite thing. And the best we can make of it is to pack it full of as many experiences and opportunities we're able. An unfortunate side effect of age is curmudgeonly. Hell I've got friends in their mid-twenties through early thirties who are already content to go through the motions of work, home, sleep, repeat and rarely inject any spontaneity into that routine. I share a couple photos from a backpacking trip and they think I'm Meriwether Lewis. That's awkward.
I'm not saying that's you, because by all accounts, you have experienced plenty... but screw it man, Catphucius say, "More experiences are always worth taking the chance of screwing up and looking dumb. If you get to come back in another life, go for her next time. Difficult? Hell yeah. At least you will have tried, will have your answer, and will have lived a little more than the rest in the process."
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There were more mistakes than that. But there was also no compromise. It was pretty quickly "I'm not going to listen to that shit" when Boston, Kansas, Journey or something I liked came on and the radio turned to Alan Jackson or something else equally shit-tastic. No negotiation. Just raw fury if there was any effort on my part to find some middle ground. She's been angry all her life and I could never change it. I tried, though, but the more I tried the worse it seemed to get. Her way or the highway. Fuck what anybody else wants.
I'm scarred from it. Seriously. It changed my personality.
You know what though you shouldn't be to hard about it I know 25 years and you are jaded. Honestly though you married the love of your life and something tragic happened and then you remarried. Don't jade the kid. :cool:
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It's much easier to just marry your sister.
The hell it is.
You have one little retarded baby and she thinks its all your fault!
I am glad I dumped her ass for my cousin!
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The hell it is.
You have one little retarded baby and she thinks its all your fault!
I am glad I dumped her ass for my cousin!
Well in all fairness it did break loose of the chain and hump that baby goat.
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The hell it is.
You have one little retarded baby and she thinks its all your fault!
I am glad I dumped her ass for my cousin!
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Will have the "pleasure" of watching him perform live for the second time in my life this Saturday.
The first he opened for Hank Jr at a homecoming concert in Big Dipshit Stadium in Tuscaloosa back in the 80s. He was good. Hank Jr was by far the worst concert I've ever endured. Even all the baby bocephuses in that hillbilly crowd were booing by the end.
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Angland can kiss my ass!
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Why do you hate Chinook?
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Blumpkins will solve any marital fights.
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Blumpkins will solve any marital fights.
But you have to lay on the floor to get low enough for VV's kiddy-sized potty.........
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Will have the "pleasure" of watching him perform live for the second time in my life this Saturday.
The first he opened for Hank Jr at a homecoming concert in Big Dipshit Stadium in Tuscaloosa back in the 80s. He was good. Hank Jr was by far the worst concert I've ever endured. Even all the baby bocephuses in that hillbilly crowd were booing by the end.
yeah I'm jelly.
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But you have to lay on the floor to get low enough for VV's kiddy-sized potty.........
Fuck you, Jobu! I raised that mother fucker up so that I can give blumpkins while standing.
So, it's like a solid three inches higher than a regular toilet.
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I see that I am late to the party so let me first offer congratulations.
Secondly I would make sure that she enjoys having her collards stirred....Wait check that, she is an LSU'er, she goes ass to mouth.
What does her mom look like?