It's really hard, but I'm going to try. I have to. I really can't see what the fucking problem is, honestly. All the information she wants is there. I just added some other stuff. Which makes it BETTER, for Christ's sake. Why the hell wouldn't you want all those awesome testimonials about how great I am?
Oz ,'Storyteller'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Do you think you're better than them?
"No, I think I'm different than them. I'm pretty sure you and Dad both understand that I'm different, and I need my 'biodata' to reflect that. Because the kind of woman I could be happy with is the kind of woman who would respond to the way this is written."
What Hec and Steph said.
Because the kind of woman I could be happy with is the kind of woman who would respond to the way this is written.
Thing is, I bet this isn't the kind of woman P.-C.'s mother would be happy with. Or so she thinks, anyway. She wants things to be traditional, "proper". P.-C.'s quirkiness is fine as long as he doesn't let it ruin his life. OMG, I hear my grandmother talking. "It's just fine that you're smart, honey, but don't you want a husband? Keep all that foolishness in your head to yourself!"
Because the kind of woman I could be happy with is the kind of woman who would respond to the way this is written.
There are probably a number of Gujarati women who are so tired of the canned profiles written by guys' parents that they'd jump on that profile like a chicken on a junebug.
What Ginger said, P-C. Stand your ground!
I have no help for the mom stuff. Mine lives across and ocean, and I think that helps sometimes. Everyone's been more eloquent, so I'll just hope it all works out for you.
(Also, I think I might possibly be the current lead for your contest, which I didn't actually know you were having.)
My laptop is having issues AGAIN. I'm on a borrowed one at the moment because mine won't turn on. The JOY! grrrrrrr. I should be cooking and cleaning and all that jazz, but mostly I just want to snarl at someone.
P-C, hang in there and don't back down.
Somebody find my motivation and kick its ass, please.
Puppy Bowl is already on -- I am already DED of the cute.
There are probably a number of Gujarati women who are so tired of the canned profiles written by guys' parents that they'd jump on that profile like a chicken on a junebug.
So, in this scenario, P-C is a junebug? Hee! Paging the B-52s!
I have worked out vigorously, and I am not going back outside. It's crazy cold. I have baking and laundry and dishes and reading to do.
And, of course, the Puppy Bowl.
What is Puppy Bowl? I'm assuming it's not just what the likkle doggie eats out of?