Comments on: Dating: economic principles at work.

By: Avitania

Avitania — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 15:33:32 +0000

It all comes down to scarcity: no one wants a bike that no one else wants to ride. I’m glad other people want to ride my bike. Heh.

By: KT

KT — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 22:04:51 +0000

2. My husband complains about the myriad looks I have. And there are new ones all the time. He has to work hard to figure out what they all mean. Sometimes I don’t even know.

By: Bev

Bev — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 20:02:57 +0000

Oh it’s already been broughten!

We need to plan a phone date to catch up! Tell Besos hi from us!

(and book those Seattle tix!)

By: Random Esquire

Random Esquire — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 19:59:14 +0000

LetEmBreathe – Hey there! Damn, I should have just done it. Set them free. Let them loose. If they came back, they’d have truly been mine.

By: LetEmBreathe

LetEmBreathe — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 17:19:38 +0000

And had you really done it, you would have been amazed as well! Those things need air!!

Excellent use of my nom de plume, you get a cookie, and Fred Durst he did it for the…

By: Random Esquire

Random Esquire — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 15:29:56 +0000

QT – You know what, you rotten egg? You don’t remember it because I didn’t do it. Had I really unsnapped your bra, you’d have been amazed at the skill and dexterity with which I managed to LET EM BREATHE with the mere snap of the fingers.

I’ll show ya next time.

By: Random Esquire

Random Esquire — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 15:29:00 +0000

Lily – Heh. Nice. I think you should take a picture of #3.

Bev – Thankeeewwww, Bev.

Wait – you think I’m a challenge, too? BRING IT, BEV! Just BRING IT!

By: QTMama

QTMama — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 15:26:26 +0000

How is it I don’t remember these things?! I was there, wasn’t I?

Shots. It must be blamed on the shots!

By: Bev

Bev — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:41:30 +0000

Aww.. you’re not *that* bad

And women love a challenge!

By: lily

lily — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:06:47 +0000

#2 – funny, mine are 1) lust and/or love (sometimes they’re confusing), 2) hunger, or the look i give someone 3) right before i’m bout to cut a b*tch.
funny how that happens.