DP is totally less outré than CBT!

Cardio...basal therapy? Cognitive boundary therapy? Cuddling baby tigers?

I'm very bad at this.

JZ, here's a hint: It's a BDSM thing....

Meara, not to give you false hope, but my computer shows me as on-line all the time as soon as I load my browser, even if it is sitting in the background while I type in word. Don't know if your dating site does that ....

I'm afraid I was a little rude to one of the IT guys who came to look at some stuff (turns out one of my coworkers mail got all fucked up in the switch.) Anyway, he's someone who was specifically brought on because he's an Exchange and Outlook person. So he's Invested. He was checking my settings (one was wrong but luckily didn't affect me so much as unearth the source of my coworker's problems) and sternly told me I should switch to outlook. I lightly said, not interested. He then starts to lecture me, totally doing a hard sell and I just said, in my don't fuck with me voice (aka my mom's stern voice), NO. He froze and actually backed away from me before catching himself. Whoopsie.

But dude, I've been to the demos, I've watched people usee it, and...no. It is just not for me and any deficiencies in my set up can be worked around in a manner that is much more applicable to how I work and think. We were given option, clearly I made my choice.

My only princess phase was when I was pre verbal and unable to object. there are many photos of me in frilly pink dresses as a small child.

Me too. Photos of me ages two and under are mostly frilly pink dresses. Ages three to six or so are almost entirely overalls. (Usually Osh Kosh B'Gosh overalls with Izod shirts in coordinating colors.)

You can totally make DP owwie. I'm sure it's de rigeur for some parties. Someone on IO9 was asking if whales had anuses for proper DP. Firstly, yeah, probably. Secondly, you don't need more than the one orifice.

JZ, I'll let you slide on not knowing what cock ball torture is. I'll let you forget this one.

Just for the record, and unrelated to any other conversation, typing used to be easier when the dog thought the best place for him was a) on his dog bed under my desk or at least b) on my lap, but with his head tucked under my arm, instead of c) on my lap with his head on top of my arm. Mind you, sixty pound dog we're talking about here. I'll admit, it's probably my fault for letting him take pictures of himself on the webcam for his facebook page, but still. Trying to work here, dog!

Yeah, again, I would never have gotten there on my own. I even started with the assumption that it was something kinky, but my brain stubbornly refused to code "T" as anything but therapy, which CLEARLY meant that "C" had to be either cardio or cognitive, and then I couldn't think of anything in the middle to make it kinky, and I gave up.

JZ, if it helps, it also stands for cognitive behavioral therapy, and computer based training.

Typo, it's the time she last went to that particular dating website. So, unlikely to be a "oh, I didn't realize the chat was on my browser was in the background" type thing that sometimes happens (for example I have a friend who always looks online on IM, but I know is usually not)

Therapy, torture, it's not the biggest leap.