You answered your own question in the first six words of your OP. The trick for men and women alike is to listen to what your intended/partner is telling you. There's no cookie cutter right and wrong. If there was, that would be so dang boring!

Cottage cheese and a beer? Yeah, generally speaking it sounds yucky, but tonight it was just what the doctor ordered.

I have exactly what I "need" from this site: friends from another site who migrated over here, combined with more freedom to say what I'd like to say.

Oh...there goes the ice cream truck....

Actually, pasta salad as a sandwich sounds pretty gross to me.

Wow. I mentioned Texas and the heat found there (and what it does to the citizens captured therein), and those posts poofed into oblivion. I guess when they say Don't Mess With Texas, they mean it!

Wasn't that the encore album to Brain Salad Surgery?

Yep. No wait. The folks I know met on another site and escaped to this one.

Oh please. The birth certificate thing is so over. Is that all ya'll can come up with?

Your whole post is so full of comments based on what the shock jocks want you to hear, it's not funny. Grow up and grow a pair and your own brain while you're at it.

"And Venus descended from the heavens and landed...."

We are in a pretty deep recession, yes. We aren't in a depression yet.

Not sure what state law is where you live, but having been the mom of an 18-year-old in love with a 14-year-old...make sure this kid can't go to prison over this situation. (Happy parents can turn into mad parents in a flash).

Beyond that...the only thing anyone can do is talk to him....talk...not *****...not yell...not threaten...not guilt trip...just talk. This young man's old enough to hear what you have to say, even if he doesn't readily agree right off the bat. I trust these young people know about birth control?

But I have every confidence that should the need arise, you'd be quite adept at rigging an a/c with fruit loops and condoms...better than McGuiver even.

For some reason Phil comes to mind when I see that peach.

Koury....when in doubt....always rub the little button.

Ah the miracles of modern technology. (I was voting for the panty hose solution...but hey, little button solution works).

You add cheese and milk and veggies and ham and/or bacon...a tiny bit of butter...and you make an omelet big enough for the both of ya.

Panty hose? Fruit loops? Condoms?

I'm sitting here with baited breath waiting to hear this explanation.

I figure they'll all be very moist and tender when they are done simmering.

Having spent the better part of the last week in Texas, I'd say that all the Texas people are melting...they are melting!!!!