I think it's funny they let him go ahead with it all AFTER he told them the team would be missing the opening and closing ceremonies because of exams...
If they told him it wasn't acceptable from the get go, he would've pulled the team and the tournament would be out the fee for joining the tournament.
Instead they TAKE the entrance fee and then find the excuses for missing part of the ceremonies unacceptable a month later and then FINE him?
In Canada, it never surprises me how low they will go to make a buck (and I live here).
Its just another cash grab.
Damn... Just one?
It's a toss up between Patience and a Sense of Adventure.
Patience - Because obviously they need it to tolerate me and my bouts of goofiness... ok, ok... MANY bouts of goofiness and my inappropriate sense of humour.
A Sense of Adventure - Because what's the point? I don't want to live my life like a zombie, working and slaving away to pay bills and taking care of responsibilities and not enjoying life. A boring life is a wasted life as far as I'm concerned. It's not about climbing mountains or taking trips across the world, it's about enjoying what you have and not taking it for granted or ignoring it completely. It's about finding the little joys in life, or what I like to call "pockets of happiness".
My very first (and healthy) Dom/sub relationship happened to me when I was 19.
You're not alone.
If you do venture into this type of lifestyle, do so with your eyes wide open. It's nothing I wouldn't say to any of my friends. Just be careful.
There are weirdos, perverts and bullies everywhere, so don't sweat it just because you have different tastes than your friends.
"If your nose to nose, your toes are in it. And if your toes to toes, your nose is in it."
That being said (with a giggle) I'm quite tall. I top out at 6ft and I love my heels.
I've rarely had a chance to date someone that's even remotely taller than I am. (That was worth being around)
And it would be a cold day in hell that I'll give up my heels for some shorter guys ego.
I don't have any issues with a guy that's close to my own heighth within a few inches.
A foot shorter though? Probably not.
It just looks awkward if I need to pick him up to give him a goodnight kiss.
Fair enough. That's entirely true, too.
My daughter was and is a well-behaved kid and I did take her out to nice places when she was much younger.
I've had people come over and tell me they were impressed I had such a well-behaved child.
My son on the other hand... YIKES!
Absolutely no way would I ever take him into those same places.
He fidgets and messes about and wears half his meal.
Sometimes its the child's disposition that factors in.
I raised both of them same way but obviously I need to brush up on my tactics for the youngest one.
I have demanded proper manners from them and both say "Please & Thank You" or there's hell to pay.
But the youngest will never be as well-behaved at a dinner table like his sister was at the same age. No matter how hard I try.
Do you know WHY she doesn't want to? If you can find out why it helps figure out her reasoning.
Does she think she's not good at it?
Or does she think it's dirty?
Maybe she's embarrassed or afraid.
Do you reciprocate? (I'm just guessing at reasons here... )
Only you and her can discuss this to find out why. Good luck!
I, personally, think you're full of it.
Obviously being shamed out of the forums isn't possible because you'll just make a new account and start posting over and over again.
Troll... plain and simple. You're giving BDSM a bad name.
AND... IF I give you the benefit of the doubt that you are actually being truthful in here...
I'd like for you to go out, find a skeezy looking dive bar. Find the biggest, baddest thug in the place, with a girlfriend and ask her if she'd like to blow you.
When the big bastard "beats the shit out of you" you'll know the difference between that and what your "Mistress" does to you.
Before you go pointing fingers...
How many people get upset when they see a child being disciplined in public?
About the same amount of people that get upset that a child is being unruly and loud out in public and ruining their evening out.
If I so much as lay a hand on my child in public, how many people are grabbing their cell phones and dialing 911 or the local Children's Aid?
I have removed my kids from restaurants, shopping malls and grocery stores because they wouldn't behave.
I have also seen parents with children that KNOW they can get away with it because their parents are afraid to discipline them.
The backlash they might receive from others sticking their nose into someone else's business is quite apparent in their minds.
Don't put all the blame on the parents. Welcome to the world of the government stepping in to protect the few and having it blown way out of proportion.
I know there's lazy parents out there, but there's good ones with their hands tied because of public disapproval. You're damned if you do... and damned if you don't.
3am is NOT an appropriate time to call me and tell me you love me and miss me cause your drunk or stoned or just plain stupid.
People that have responsibilities and jobs SLEEP at that time. I AM sleeping at that time.
Nor is it appropriate to get mad at ME when I catch YOU fucking someone else and I kick your ass at the curb.
No. I don't want to listen anymore. You don't know how to listen.
No. I don't want to talk about it anymore. You don't know how to talk without yelling.
No. I will not let you come back. It was never that good to begin with.
No. I will not give you another chance. A chance to do what? Fuck me over again? PUHLEEZE...
Now grow the fuck up and quit acting like a spoiled fkn brat that doesn't get their own way.
This shit happened 2yrs ago. Get the fuck over it.
I did.
**I am going back to my bed to SLEEP after being rudely woken up by some douchebag on the phone at an ungodly hour**
I hate wearing a bra. I'm not top-heavy and gravity hasn't taken hold... yet.
If I go out or to work, I wear one. But at home I couldn't be bothered.
My house. My rules. My comfort.
I've run out to the store without one on because I've honestly not thought about it. I just don't care.
I'm not doing it for attention, nor am I trying to slut it up out and about town.
