dirk2024
I'm a snack!
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If anyone really wants to know what I look like: I'm the bloke standing next to the hot redhead.
Sorry, I'm too focused on the redhead.
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If anyone really wants to know what I look like: I'm the bloke standing next to the hot redhead.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!My view is that everyone here is tall, thin, trim, in terrific health and built for endless sex.
OK, here's a bit of body language that I can't say I really understand, but I liked the comment.
I was talking to the receptionist at my place of work and she complained that another employee "never says hello to me when she walks by the desk." I said, "I never say hello to you when I walk by." And she said, "Yes, but you never say hello to anyone," in the sort of voice that assured me she was just fine with what I did. Can you make anything of that?
You got me at the hair, though, and the height. I think I'd somehow sensed the clothes from a picture of you in my mind, and possibly comments you've made in posts, although the very pale complexion caught me by surprise. I came back to read your description again, which, if you were in one of my cafés, is what would have happened, looking twice. Me being a very visual person, thanks for that sharing. Very generous, and complements your literary persona, for me anyway.And this is why I avoid writing detailed character descriptions. It's a lot of words about nothing important.
This ↑If the other employee is saying hello to other staff, but not to the receptionist, it suggests that they consider the receptionist beneath their notice. This is something that admin personnel often experience and dislike.
If you don't say hello to anybody (and the receptionist has picked up on that), that isn't sending the same message; that's just your general style and not suggesting that the receptionist is less important than other staff.
My view is that everyone here is tall, thin, trim, in terrific health and built for endless sex.
"Will that old human die already, we're hungry."Thank you. I've found that I can sustain this image of myself when fortified by enough whiskey and staring into the blackness of my backyard from my porch, and the opossums creep out from unseen corners with their ghostly faces and they wonder, ....
The Opossums in my yard like the dry catfood I leave out. I sit outside at night and "Ollie" isn't shy about getting a snack.Thank you. I've found that I can sustain this image of myself when fortified by enough whiskey and staring into the blackness of my backyard from my porch, and the opossums creep out from unseen corners with their ghostly faces and they wonder, "Who is that old human looking blankly into the dark?"
The Opossums in my yard like the dry catfood I leave out. I sit outside at night and "Ollie" isn't shy about getting a snack.
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She was saying-without-saying that the other person does say hello to other people but not to her, and so she thinks that it's about her, but since you don't say hello to anyone, then, when you don't say hello to her it isn't about her.OK, here's a bit of body language that I can't say I really understand, but I liked the comment.
I was talking to the receptionist at my place of work and she complained that another employee "never says hello to me when she walks by the desk." I said, "I never say hello to you when I walk by." And she said, "Yes, but you never say hello to anyone," in the sort of voice that assured me she was just fine with what I did. Can you make anything of that?
You got me at the hair, though, and the height. I think I'd somehow sensed the clothes from a picture of you in my mind, and possibly comments you've made in posts, although the very pale complexion caught me by surprise. I came back to read your description again, which, if you were in one of my cafés, is what would have happened, looking twice. Me being a very visual person, thanks for that sharing. Very generous, and complements your literary persona, for me anyway.
I'm soft on animals. We have ground hogs living under the shed that I toss carrots to, and there's a raccoon that shows up from time to time. There's also a ton of brown hares since it seems like the coyotes are no longer around.Ha. I knew you were a softie at heart. Feeding the opossums at night. Good man.
Didn't you say something like, people kept thinking your profile picture was real so you got one with fairy wings just to put a stop to that? Did it work?I imagine what the characters in your stories look like, but don't spend many cycles on the authors. As for me, sure, I'm absolutely a scantily clad, super hot, redhead with long hair and fairy wings.
I feel sad for those men. My mom is the same height as my dad, and I never once saw or heard anything that would indicate that he had a problem with it. While my wife is shorter than me, I'd have no problem with a tall woman.While my height tended to make me come across as intimidating and made it more difficult for me to blend into backgrounds to disappear. Guys tend to not be thrilled when a woman is within a couple of inches of their height and they will often get actively mad if you are taller than them by even an inch.
I don't mind groundhogs scurrying around, as long as they burrow under a woodpile somewhere and not a building.I'm soft on animals. We have ground hogs living under the shed that I toss carrots to, and there's a raccoon that shows up from time to time. There's also a ton of brown hares since it seems like the coyotes are no longer around.
People on the other hand, they're on their own.
Nope. Still getting hit on in DMs and e-mail.Didn't you say something like, people kept thinking your profile picture was real so you got one with fairy wings just to put a stop to that? Did it work?
This is an interesting thing people do. I never saw myself as attractive in my youth. When I looked in the mirror, the image I saw looking back at me appeared to me one of those that could easily be lost in a crowd. You know the kind that isn't distinctive, one that is commonplace with nothing memorable about it. One that you can see and a bit later you can't remember because my features were so bland and common.
My wife and many of my female friends insisted differently, but I never saw what they saw. It's interesting that our minds won't allow us to see what we do not want to, or can not see.
Comshaw
@Comshaw,Through your writing, I hear your voices in my head and I often wonder, if I met you in real life, what would be my first impression? Would your physical being match that voice I've constructed in my head? And if the imagined you didn't match the real vision of you, would I have difficulty reconciling the two?
I'm going to try to give you a visual description of me the best I can. I don't expect ya'll to do it in turn. This is just an exercise for me because I'm curious how people construct visions of others without any visual clues. Sooooo, sit back and juxtapose the picture I draw for you with the one of that person you have constructed you thought was me.
Visualize an older guy, hair turning white with a small amount of fading brown still mixed in, sometimes shaggy and sometimes neatly cut. I'm always bald-faced (growing a beard runs me nuts so I have never been able to) 5' 10" in height and 280 lbs. (yes the quintessential fat old man). Most times you will see me in blue jeans and a long-sleeved work shirt (a dark blue jeans color today) with the sleeves rolled up.
Sometimes in cooler weather, it will be in a brown Carhartt jacket when I'm working at the barn, or a brown leather motorcycle jacket, scraped and faded from years of use, when I'm on my bike. No, not a Hardly Dangerous. I ride a Triumph Trophy sport tourer.
My hands are those of a working man, big knuckles, the fingers of one of them crooked from being broken. The skin of my forearms is ruddy and brown with a spider web of small scars on both from the work I've done all my life.
Does it match the one you have in your head? Or are you now going WTF??? How did Billy Bob get out of the hills???
Comshaw