I put my university, the years I attended, and my major and minor focus of study.
It’s not a lie, and if pressed, I always tell the truth. It’s become a non issue as my professional experience has mounted and now my resume and references speak for itself.
But, unless I’m asked directly…
Nobody needs to know I dropped out first semester of my senior year due to a crippling drug addiction. Or as I phrase it, a period in my life where I needed to tend to a family medical emergency.
It would be useful if you live in the United States, or any of the dozens of countries that use the system either as a standalone measurement of temperature or as part of a dual system. The British Virgin Islands, Antigua, Barbuda, the Bahamas… Etc.
I find it actually kind of a fun way to start a conversation with anyone outside of the U.S. by attempting to convert my local weather to Celsius. I’m on international calls fairly regularly and (can’t blame anyone for this) telling anyone outside the US or the countries above the temperature in fahrenheit is like speaking a foreign language.
I can absolutely smell the 90s in this statement and I love it
100% agree although my fancy pants Garmin scale is absolute shit at measuring body fat. Could be there are better but I’ll stick to the caliper test myself.
This cycle is what I go through every time I start working out again. For at least a few months, whatever weight I started with is where I’m more or less going to stay but it gets redistributed to places that aren’t my stomach and neck so I ultimately look and feel a lot better even though the scale would argue I haven’t done shit at all.
That sounds like what I would say I do if I were a spy and didn’t want to risk anyone knowing what I really do …
One of us one of us
Yep. First time ever was a real trip though. I was at a girl’s house and she ties me up with some of her scarves as things are getting hot and heavy.
I enjoy spanking so I asked her to punish me because I was too shy to ask for what I wanted so she tied me up and started biting and scratching me.
Looooook beggars can’t be choosers.
After a few minutes the doorbell rings and she tells me “don’t go anywhere…”
Well she was gone a long time and I’m buck naked with my dick hanging out and peppered with scratch and bite marks and I get it in my head that it’s her dad.
Don’t ask where I got that idea, but we were in a religiously conservative country and I didn’t want to get my dick cut off.
Anyway I managed to get loose from the scarves. It was an intense 90 seconds or so and my wrists got pretty raw.
She comes back and it was just a delivery.
She was bit perturbed with me because I really fucked one of the scarves up in the process but we had a laugh and got back to it.