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Wayward DP said:
I wonder if there is an equivalent story to the liver tasting that may explain the preference in women...
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To answer both of your last posts…

I think it’s just something you’re born with. And either you really embrace the stuff you like and hold out for it, or you don’t. For me, I’ve never felt it was a choice - I can’t really like something if I know there’s some other type of thing out there that I like more.

In my case, I remember as a little kid, say 5-6 years old, without even knowing what sex was, I remember just being mesmerized by young Heather Locklear, Farrah Fawcett, and other similar actresses. I didn’t sexualize them, but just appreciated them like an adult would some portrait by Picasso. The look is art to me. And as I got older, that taste just followed me into dating.
 
LeafOfFaith said:
Incorrect. My taste is blue eyed blonde. I really like light eyes, but I’ve dated plenty of light eyed brunettes. There’s definitely a certain look each time. The clean thing is a separate consideration, goes more to literal cleanliness of a person. I like girls that put a little time into themselves because I find that that then generally correlates to everything else. And it isn’t about high maintenance, makeup, etc., it’s literally just how they present. I actually judge more (and like more) based on the casual appearance, since that’s the default.
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From pg 87 of your manifesto:
LeafOfFaith said:
I also view a blonde, blue eyed, fair skinned girl as "cleaner" than someone with darker features
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WellPlayed said:
From pg 87 of your manifesto:
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Ya, I know what I said. I meant that I myself was sort of conflating concepts and maybe overused the clean term. I do think brighter is a crisper look, like light blue is a much prettier, cleaner color than say brown. I’ve got brown eyes, and it’s just meh. I mean, cool blue ocean or brown pile of mud? Which looks better? Lemon sorbet or rocky road ice cream? Blue skies or gray? The lighter color is just a more compellling sight for me.
 
Haha, the ice cream analogy was a bad one because it invokes the concept of taste when I’m going for sight. Yes, a scoop of chocolate looks delicious, but not necessarily clean and crisp.
 
LeafOfFaith said:
To answer both of your last posts…

I think it’s just something you’re born with. And either you really embrace the stuff you like and hold out for it, or you don’t. For me, I’ve never felt it was a choice - I can’t really like something if I know there’s some other type of thing out there that I like more.

In my case, I remember as a little kid, say 5-6 years old, without even knowing what sex was, I remember just being mesmerized by young Heather Locklear, Farrah Fawcett, and other similar actresses. I didn’t sexualize them, but just appreciated them like an adult would some portrait by Picasso. The look is art to me. And as I got older, that taste just followed me into dating.
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LeafOfFaith said:
Ya, I know what I said. I meant that I myself was sort of conflating concepts and maybe overused the clean term. I do think brighter is a crisper look, like light blue is a much prettier, cleaner color than say brown. I’ve got brown eyes, and it’s just meh. I mean, cool blue ocean or brown pile of mud? Which looks better? Lemon sorbet or rocky road ice cream? Blue skies or gray? The lighter color is just a more compellling sight for me.
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It's like you're saying stuff that you think humans say in an attempt to imitate their ways.

I can't decide if you're a replicant, some kind of alien, or maybe an AI...like ChatKFC or something.

there is no way you are an actual person.
LeafOfFaith said:
Haha, the ice cream analogy was a bad one because it invokes the concept of taste when I’m going for sight. Yes, a scoop of chocolate looks delicious, but not necessarily clean and crisp.
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like... you are totally a robot. right? even John Tavares doesn't say shit like this.
 
Volcanologist said:
It's like you're saying stuff that you think humans say in an attempt to imitate their ways.

I can't decide if you're a replicant, some kind of alien, or maybe an AI...like ChatKFC or something.

there is no way you are an actual person.


like... you are totally a robot. right? even John Tavares doesn't say shit like this.
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Haha, certainly one point of view.

I definitely have my quirks.
 
Aberdeen said:
I would just remove the word 'clean' from your vocab. It's making you sound fuckng bananas.
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Maybe so, but there’s no other way to describe it. Everyone’s acting exactly how I expected, so I’m just finding it all amusing while I get myself ready for street hockey with a bunch of very unclean individuals.
 
This romantic comedy is writing itself...

When a jaded lawyer with a thing for Aryan stepwives meets a Latina waitress with a heart of gold at a roadside IHOP, invisible sparks fly. At first he is disgusted by a small coffee stain on her apron, but soon finds he can't look away. After taking his lunch back to the cook 5 times for upgrades, she discovers the secret to his eating disorder. After learning she's studying for the bar exam, he offers to help, and eventually the two go on a quest to find the blandest chicken breast sandwich in Southern California.
 
axlsalinger said:
This romantic comedy is writing itself...

When a jaded Jewish lawyer with a thing for Aryan stepwives meets a Latina waitress with a heart of gold at a roadside IHOP, invisible sparks fly. At first he is disgusted by a small coffee stain on her apron, but soon finds he can't look away. After taking his lunch back to the cook 5 times for upgrades, she discovers the secret to his eating disorder. After learning she's studying for the bar exam, he offers to help, and eventually the two go on a quest to find the blandest chicken breast sandwich in Southern California.
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Let's drill down on that one.
 
axlsalinger said:
This romantic comedy is writing itself...

When a jaded lawyer with a thing for Aryan stepwives meets a Latina waitress with a heart of gold at a roadside IHOP, invisible sparks fly. At first he is disgusted by a small coffee stain on her apron, but soon finds he can't look away. After taking his lunch back to the cook 5 times for upgrades, she discovers the secret to his eating disorder. After learning she's studying for the bar exam, he offers to help, and eventually the two go on a quest to find the blandest chicken breast sandwich in Southern California.
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Pretty sure this is ME’s life story.
 
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