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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I won't even talk to people who only date within their ethnic/race/background. I think its fucking repulsive and backward. In fact, I find JDate, CatholicDate or any other "find one of your own kind" matchmaking service offensive ... And if I meet another Jappy chick who tells me how hard it is to find a Jewish man, I'm going to slap the pound of eyeliner off her face. Guess what, bitch - if you're too stupid to open your eyes past your own shitass little world, you deserve to die lonely.
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Fawn Leibowitz* dumped you, too?
Ah, yes. This thread reminds a pensive Not Bob of a bright, halcyon day in a long-ago summer; a day that ended in regrect and recrimination. Today's thread causes a brooding and melancholy Not Bob (pacing the floors, trying through Black Bushmills and sad Sinatra tunes to chase the sadness away) to reflect upon a younger Not Bob. A Not Bob in love with a dark haired/dark-eyed princess. Like whatshername from the Classic Comics version of Ivanhoe (not Rowena -- the other one).
So, anyway, that story had a sad ending. Another one had a happily ever after ending, so you would think that that is all that matters, right? Alas, no.
Uh, I had no point, other than that autumn depresses me sometimes. Nothing worse than a maudlin Not Bob, eh?
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She was a student at Emily Dickenson College, as I recall. Apropos of nothing, James Carville and Paul Begela quote Eric Stratton in their new book. 
