And people wonder why bureaucracies are so damn inefficient. Look at this fool wasting time on women instead of doing his job. You're lucky Obama is president and he'll probably give you a handout and TARP and food stamps and da bailouts. But ultimately what the bailout does is does shore up the economy, and it all gotta be about job creation. Refudiate the girl man and stop hammering your dong because it's a sin and all will be well.
Always be honest about your wants and needs. When and if things get serious with this woman, THEN let her know how you feel. But you can't really know until you've spent some time with her. Good luck.
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Obviously Muslims are to blame here. All of their emphasis on covering women up and not allowing them out in public unless they are with their husbands or male members of their families means that American men cannot date a woman who he can see her whole figure and determine she is gorgeous and also knowingly associates in social settings with males who are unrelated to her. Really though as posters have said just ask her out. If you really like her don't base your decision on office gossip but find out for yourself what kind of person she is.
I misread the title. Thought it was a search for women in need of opinions and advice. Most of the women I've met already have both. And some don't take too kindly to my offering up more. carry on.
Silent Bob: Chasing Amy. (Shocked silence, more for the audience than anyone else) Holden: What? What did you say? Bob: You're chasing Amy. Jay: Why do you so shocked for, man? Fat b@st@rd does this all the time. Think just because never says anything, it'll have some huge impact when he does open his f**king mouth... Bob: Jesus Christ, why don't you just shut the f**k up. You're yap, yap, yapping all the time. Give me a f**king headache. (to Holden) I went through something like what you're talking about, a couple years ago, this chick named Amy. Jay: When? Bob: A couple years ago? Jay: What, you live in Canada or something? Why don't I know about this? Bob B**ch, what you don't know about me I could just about squeeze in the Grand f**king Canyon. Did you know I always wanted to be a dancer in Vegas? (does a gesture with his hands, a reference to a move by the exotic dancers in "Showgirls") Betcha ya didn't even know that s**t, did ya? Jay: So tell your f**king story so we can get outta here and smoke this. Bob (to Holden): So, there's me and Amy. And we're all inseparable, right? Big time in love. Then four months down the road, the idiot gear kicks in, and I ask about the ex-boyfriend. Which, as we all know, is a really dumb move. But you know how you don't wanna know, but just have to know--stupid guy bulls**t. So, anyway, she starts telling me about him. How they fell in love, how they went out for a couple of yeas, how they lived together, her mother likes me better, blah blah blah blah blah. And I'm okay. Then she drops the bomb. And the bomb is this: it seems that a couple of times while they were going out, he brought some people to bed with him, "menage a troi," I believe it's called. And this just blows my mind, right? I mean, I am not used to this sorta thing; I was raised Catholic, for Gods sake. Jay: Saint s**thead. Bob (to Jay): Do something. (to Holden) So I'm totally weirded out by this, right? So I start blasting her. I mean, I don't know how to deal with what I'm feeling, so I figure the best way is to call her 'slut,' tell her she was used. I'm out for blood, I really want to hurt this girl. I'm like, "What the f**k is your problem," right? And she's just trying to calmly tell me it was that time, it was that place, and she doesn't feel like she should apologize because she doesn't feel that she's done anything wrong. And I say, "Oh, really?" That's when I look her straight in the eye, tell her it's over. I walk. Jay: F**king-A. Bob: No, idiot, it was a mistake. I wasn't disgusted with her, I was afraid. In that moment, I felt small, like I lacked experience, like I'd never be enough for her or something like that, you know what I'm saying? But what I did not get: she didn't care. She wasn't looking for that guy any more. She was looking for me, for the Bob. But by the time I figured this all out, it was too late. She had moved on. And all I had to show for it was some foolish pride which gave way to regret. She was the girl. I know that now. But (lights a cigarette) I pushed her away. (pause) So I spend every day since then chasing Amy. (pause) So to speak.
in regards to women, live life with no regrets. but choose wisely. i say go for it! why not? maybe she'll dump you in the end, but you'll never know! you might get to tap a sweet piece of ass and see a new side of life - which is always a good thing.
