Zazzy, I understood your comment, and mine was completely in jest - even if not too jesty - as if in real life.
MFM is a threesome - male/female/male, MF is a conventional couple, male/female, and hard ass is sort of derogatory - someone hardheaded, inflexible, obstinate, set in their ways.
Reread in these contexts and it'll make more sens…
Zazzy, I understood your comment, and mine was completely in jest - even if not too jesty - as if in real life.
MFM is a threesome - male/female/male, MF is a conventional couple, male/female, and hard ass is sort of derogatory - someone hardheaded, inflexible, obstinate, set in their ways.
Reread in these contexts and it'll make more sense but won't gain any humor. I need a humor coach in 2025, either you or Janos - maybe Dreamy.
Thanks for the clarification, Ron. This sort of communication-- hardly natural-- doesn't always translate well, so I wouldn't bother myself too much about it. Personally, I feel positively swamped sometimes with all the text 'washing over my screen'. Maybe some night after an especially gruelling day, I'll have a nightmare that I'm stuck in quicksand composed of text or that it's chasing me through the neighbourhood.
Zazzy, I've had that nightmare - bad enough then, soul-crushing in the waking hours. That's why I long for the coffeehouse with the crackling fire - natural, the way we are meant to communicate. Thus, the root of the word, communing. Waiting on you and Dreamy...
Zazzy, I understood your comment, and mine was completely in jest - even if not too jesty - as if in real life.
MFM is a threesome - male/female/male, MF is a conventional couple, male/female, and hard ass is sort of derogatory - someone hardheaded, inflexible, obstinate, set in their ways.
Reread in these contexts and it'll make more sense but won't gain any humor. I need a humor coach in 2025, either you or Janos - maybe Dreamy.
Thanks for the clarification, Ron. This sort of communication-- hardly natural-- doesn't always translate well, so I wouldn't bother myself too much about it. Personally, I feel positively swamped sometimes with all the text 'washing over my screen'. Maybe some night after an especially gruelling day, I'll have a nightmare that I'm stuck in quicksand composed of text or that it's chasing me through the neighbourhood.
Zazzy, I've had that nightmare - bad enough then, soul-crushing in the waking hours. That's why I long for the coffeehouse with the crackling fire - natural, the way we are meant to communicate. Thus, the root of the word, communing. Waiting on you and Dreamy...