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I think of myself as having led a rather safe and protected life, yet in thinking back, I havz been a victim of crime on many occasions. The first time i was a victim of a crime, i was about 10 years old and i was lying on our couch late at night when a brick was thrown through the picture window of my home striking the lamp next to the couch and shattering it. The brick was likely meant for the house next door which had just been sold to black family, integrating our previously whites only neighborhood. Since then, i have been victimized numerous times. Robbed at knife point, pickpocketed by a street prostitute, car stolen twice, tires slashed, car broken into at least 4 times, one home break in, physically assaulted in a parking lot, employee embezzlement of more than $14500, stolen check, grab and dash wallet steal, stolen bike, hit and run damage to a new car i owned for 2 days (Jaguar convertible, was very sad, $20K worth oaf damage). All the while living in relatively safe middle to upper middle class neighborhoods and leading a law abiding life. We have all been victims of crime, but in retrospect, this seems often though none were particularly serious. How often have you been a victim of crime and to what severity?

I rarely wash my sheets, I simply use them and then buy new ones. Cheap linen at bed bath and beyond on sale. I like new sheets. I have gone the Egyptian cotton route with a set of $500 sheets. Thought it would be exquisite but they were just sheets. So just buy cheap ones often. I have loads and loads of sheets around the house. I cover some sofas with them when I am not home to try to keep the dogs from destroying the furniture. i have had mixed results with that. I use sheets to cover the wood and tile floors because my older dogs slip on the floors. Once they are soiled, I will wash those and then eventually toss them or use them for rags.

Yes and nowadays 5000 posts is just an average Tuesday for some people. As with much of life these days, quantity seems to be of so much import. Fortunately there are quality posters such as Axiom to add a bit of relevance and insight and make this site still a friendly stop for others.

Enjoy the big blow....getting to the point where getting those candles to go out aint so easy. Happy Birthday Dave from me and the dogs. By the way the dogs want me to relay that they are still waiting for the park visit you promised them.

Well there is certainly a lot to digest from your post. Most alarming in the here and now is a blood pressure at the levels you mentioned. That is a dangerously high blood pressure and you should have it checked and treated. Your history of abuse and difficult jobs is heart rending. While school is an option, look into some entry level jobs at companies which offer compensation for going to school. It may take you awhile longer but you will have much less debt when you complete your studies. I would not suggest going to school to try and figure out what your interests are. If you sit and think about it, I am sure you can decide where your interests lie and you should pursue that. Larger cities are probably the best place for people who want to blend. While I do not think your name alone would stop you from getting a job in a large city, if you are that concerned about it, a name change is not that expensive a legal task. If you want to change from Mohammed to Moe and from Akbar to Barry, a small fee can do that for you. There are papers you would need to fill out and of course in this time period, if you are Middle Eastern and changing your name, you may come under some government scrutiny. You cannot change your past but you can change the trajectory of your future. Find a city, find a friend, find a job, find a gym, find a school and find a career and concentrate on those things. You may have to start loving yourself more and that may be the most difficult part for you as you do not seem to have had a loving home. Start with accepting yourself, your failings and then recognize your strengths and then start searching: city, friend, job, gym, school and career. The 30s are the prime of life, do not count yourself out. I am double that and more Today I started a new job. I felt 35 again and I can tell you 35 felt great. Lots of luck. Do not give up on yourself.

I believe I responded about soup. However, as delicious as this thread is, it is not immune from an occasional foray. In fact I believe your second post here would be considered ad hominem. But I suppose that does not amount to a hill of beans. In fact, the post I am posting and the one I am answering would also qualify. Two peas in a pod. I reckon. I had spaghetti and cauliflower with sauteed bread crumbs over the top. A tattered blue collar dinner for labor day. I did not use a spoon to twirl my spaghetti.

Not surprising that you do not know anyone who likes Chinese Restaurant soups. Of course, most of the things you say if not surprising, just provincial and pedestrian and ultimately, for me, disappointing and deluded.

Does it seem that Spock is checking out his chest?

I watched the movie. Got intrigued. The opening scene the guy in the bathing suit there is shirtless in his room. No other skin the rest of the movie. Great body though. Never heard of him before.

I agree that Eric Hassan, the dude next door will be a very sexy and sensual experience. Tell what you want and he will deliver.

Even better would be "The uglies, the fatties, the bad breath , the bum knees, the bad backs and the speech challenged-come one and all, for me you are the most beautiful person on earth and I will show you that you are."

I have known you for a little bit now and the words reluctant and accepts usually do not go together in the same sentence when it comes to you. I have not seen you reluctant about much and receiving is one of many strong points.

When leaving port the naval command is: Jack off. Most of the time it has nothing to do with removal of the port flag.

Wow get out now. Vulgarity is a specialty and unsophistication is mandatory. I am not sure that qualifies in your definition of sense of humor. I am not sure if that qualifies in my definition either.

I believe you are taking the entire thread a bit too seriously. I have never used a pick up line, though like everyone else, I have been disappointed when approaching a stranger of interest. However, with great risk comes great reward and I have had those too.

Been there. Done that. Walked the walk of shame.

Sorry If only there were a place on line we could go to find such men, the world would be a much nicer place. Best of luck out there checking out the thickets and the berms.

A very good one is: Hi, I was wondering what your favorite pick up line is. If he defers try I call my tongue (cock) Uber because guys like to ride it home.

Do you believe in love at first sight? or should I walk in again?

In an circle of life moment, I ran into a former employee of mine, C, who considered me something of a mentor. Over the years, we have run into each other, played some poker together and we were always cordial. When I married, I did not invite him to the wedding, though I was invited to the second of his four weddings. He did not attend my wife's funeral. I do not know the names of his children nor did I know he had three, I recalled him having two. Last year, I was newly unemployed and our paths crossed over lunch at a local establishment. We ate together and I explained my employment situation to him. While we were speaking, he received a phone call asking him if he was interested in a job. This call was from his former business partner, E, who had been also an employee of mine. E was offering C a possible job which was of no interest to him, but he suggested I might be interested. As it came to pass, within a week, I took the job and was happy there for a year. When my contract ran out and was not renewed, I ran into an employee of my former employee, T, who worked for C, and he said he was working a lot of overtime as they were shorthanded. With this information, I called C to ask if he need assistance and he said that he did. We have met and I am doing a "see how it fits" week of work while C takes some time off. This is a rehearsal for a full time job. All of that is probably superfluous to my point, but it is interesting how life can run in circles, even in a fairly large community. Tonight C and I had dinner to work out the arrangements and to discuss a possible full time position for me. Early in the evening, while we were at dinner, he made a toast and said "Even if the job does not work out, it is a pleasure to have dinner with an old friend." I have always been friendly with C. I have enjoyed his company. We have rarely done anything together outside of work. I would not think of him as a friend per se. I would not call him to help me move or take me to the airport or come to Sunday dinner. So, I am fairly well convinced that we are solid acquaintances but hardly friends, though we have known each other for 30 years and now it will be that we both have employed the other. So, here is someone that I like that I do not consider a friend, despite many cross connections and a long time relationship. So what is it that moves a relationship from friendly acquaintances, to friends.

In the one picture in which he washed the gray out of his hair and beard he looks ten years younger. He is hot both ways which with that dick and that ass, both ways seem a natural fit.

Kurtis, although you did not read my rather eloquently stated talking point, you nailed the answer. I guess you are just a good nailer.

I recently saw Boys in the Band and it struck me that most of the characters, though they were purportedly friends, really did not like each other. Even at the end, there is an encounter between the two characters who have been the most vile to each other in which one is leaving (with the hot escort who was brought as a $20 birthday present) and he says to the other after a particularly vilifying final attack: "i will call you tomorrow" I have a friend who I have known for 50 years. He has been someone I can rely on to help out if I need it. I would certainly help him out in any way I could should he need my assistance. Lately though, time spent with him is getting more and more onerous. I have gotten to the point that I am not sure that I really like him, though I would still call him my closest friend. Any thoughts?

I believe the most expensive meal I have had for two without wine or other alcohol was $800. Grated Black truffles were an unnecessary indulgence.

Sometimes more is more and sometimes more is less. I leave it to the reader to decide which is which in this case.