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Ted Striker
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Jan 1970
time: 21:19
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At our job, we work some crazy hours, sometimes we have to do things like work the weekends, very late at night. Or, have unexpected late nights.
Most of the wives are fine with it, but there are a couple of wives that give their man a hard time. I don't think that's fair, because they should have raised the issue when they met these guys. They knew what they were getting into upfront.
That's my pet peeve, like women that marry a tough guy, like a boxer or something, and then ask him to quit it because she is worried about him getting hurt. But what a man does for a living defines alot of who he is. Asking a boxer to quit boxing for example is like asking him for his balls back. It's just a big no no. Plus, part of the attraction to him in the first place was his toughness.
I'd still hit it though. 
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Zulu Elephant
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Having just got dumped by the most crazy and illogical girl I've ever met, I vow to get out of any future relationship at the first sign of insanity (beyond the 'normal' level of girl insanity).
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Dr Strangelove
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Originally posted by Mrs. Tuberski
No offense guy but since i am a nurse i know how many hours you put in as a resident and good god i know I couldnt take it. I wouldnt accuse you of cheating but i know that id be a bit pissy if you were always working. Guess this is why my hubby aint in medicine. Good luck tho hope every thing works out for ya |
Do you think it ends when residency ends? People get sick at all hours of the day and night. They'll call you to the ER for the most minor of problems. Even worse, they'll become emotionally dependent upon you or even become obsessed with you. Probably every doctor has had at least one patient in his career who, had he been a celebrity, would have been classified as a stalker.
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Flubber
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With a view of the Rockies
Aug 2000
time: 22:19
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I agree with those that think you dumped her for having a pretty typical girl moment. She might have been feeling a little neglected and lashed out a bit . . . I wasn't there but your description of the event didn't indicate too much craziness and heck even before the discussion was over SHE was fine.
Don't expect perfection, you will never find it.
That said, the larger issue of what she wants and what you can provide is still out there. Maybe you simply aren't a fit right now if she can't handle the 80 hour weeks .. . but maybe you are-- she might have just been trying to express "I miss you" and expressed it badly. As I say, I wasn't there . . . only you knew how it went down.
For a LTR you need someone that is ok with your workpace. Until you find that, you will have to content yourself with meaningless sex
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Kidicious
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Diety of Kidiverse
Mar 2003
time: 21:19
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Originally posted by Guynemer
Attracting crazy women!
For the past two months, I've been dating this girl. Smart, funny, sweet, beautiful, good cook, into science, etc. Things have been going great, really great. And the sex has been, in a word, spectacular.
Many of you know my theory on sex: the crazier the girl, the better the sex. This was the first relationship I'd ever had which bucked the trend. She was completely normal, but an absolute savage in the sack. I figured she was either the glorious exception that proved my rule, or that she had so compartmentalized herself that she was deeply, deeply insane, and it just hadn't revealed itself yet.
Chock one up for the latter.
She turns to me today and says she wants to break up, because basically she doesn't trust me. What it boils down to essentially is that between my (apparently alleged) 80hr/wk job and the resulting fatigue, she doesn't believe me when I say I can't do something with her. Like I'd have the energy or the brains to have a second woman on the side.
During the course of this discussion, she did an about face and said she wanted to work things out; I decided that this would undoubtedly continue to be a problem, and I simply couldn't deal with it.
If only my ex-fiancee hadn't broken things off over a year go. Sure, I'd be trapped in a loveless marriage (or, rather, one-way marriage), but Christ on a crutch, life would be a whole lot simpler. |
That's what you call crazy?! You must not have had much really spectacular sex. 
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Guynemer
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Flubber--
No way, man. I have few rules, but one of them is this: NO NURSES.
I've spent the last year building up terrific relations with the nursing staff at the hospital. I think they genuinely like and respect me, much more so than many of the other residents.
But if I were to start dating one, and it ended badly? They could make my life absolute hell for the next two years.
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Ben Kenobi
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McGregornobi!
Oct 2002
time: 21:19
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I don't know, my mom's a nurse, and she seems to have found a way to make it work. She's a nursing instructor now, so she has quite a bit more time than when she was a nurse, but now, she's got back into the nursing bit again.
Meant my dad would have to pick up some of the slack, with her crazy hours if she had clinical to teach, but they seem to have worked out something mutually beneficial.
And I agree somewhat with the job making the man. However, there are some occupations that are really built for single men, rather than married ones, and the folks who are single and wanting to be married, need to consider this also. Both folks need to accomodate each other if it is going to work out.
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Flubber
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With a view of the Rockies
Aug 2000
time: 22:19
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Originally posted by Guynemer
Flubber--
No way, man. I have few rules, but one of them is this: NO NURSES.
I've spent the last year building up terrific relations with the nursing staff at the hospital. I think they genuinely like and respect me, much more so than many of the other residents.
But if I were to start dating one, and it ended badly? They could make my life absolute hell for the next two years. |
Sorry-- I did not mean in your own workplace . . ever. There must be nurses in other places?
But other shiftwork people apply as well. Anyone that works shiftwork has their schedule get in the way enough that you can work crazy hours and it still seems like a mutual problem.
quote:
Originally posted by Guynemer
I've spent the last year building up terrific relations with the nursing staff at the hospital. I think they genuinely like and respect me, much more so than many of the other residents.
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Good attitude and you will do well with it. NUrses know a heck of a lot of stuff too.
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Flubber
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With a view of the Rockies
Aug 2000
time: 22:19
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Originally posted by Ben Kenobi
I don't know, my mom's a nurse, and she seems to have found a way to make it work. She's a nursing instructor now, so she has quite a bit more time than when she was a nurse, but now, she's got back into the nursing bit again.
Meant my dad would have to pick up some of the slack, with her crazy hours if she had clinical to teach, but they seem to have worked out something mutually beneficial.
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My experience is that nurses in Canada work relatively limited hours due to collective agreements but they just seem to be all over the place schedule wise with the necessity for 24 hour coverage in many jobs. My wife works her 12 hour shift and then she is done -- Always
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Guynemer
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Holy crap! It seems I am not alone in this strange power!
http://www.theonion.com/opinion/index.php?issue=4129
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I'm A ****ed-Up-Chick Magnet by Dean Wiegand
Hey, I don't want to brag, but when you got it, you got it. And when it comes to picking up women with severe personality disorders, I've got it. Seems like whenever I'm in the same room with a sexy young nutcase looking for some hot dysfunctional action, we lock eyes and I gaze right into the twisted, abnormal recesses of her psyche, and then—bam! We make an instant, undeniable, and incredibly unhealthy connection. What can I say? When it comes to women, I'm a ****ed-up-chick magnet.
I know what you're thinking: "Who is this guy to sound so full of himself?" I'm not being egotistical—it's just true. Hey, I know I'm not perfect. Who is? We've all got problems. I'm sure I've got some myself. But here's one problem I don't have: the ladies. When it comes to charming every borderline psycho in a skirt, I take second place to no man. I guess I just give off that "Hey there, pretty lady with the lifelong unresolved emotional issues" vibe. It can't be taught—you either got it or you don't. And I got it.
Everywhere I go, all kinds of psychiatrically disturbed women come running—women who never got over a traumatic childhood accident, or habitually cut themselves, or slept with their stepfathers, or abuse substances while locked in self-destructive cycles of internalized loathing and rage. They just can't keep their hands off me.
It's been this way my whole life. When I was 14, I got lucky with a classmate's mom. In high school, I dated every bipolar suicide risk in town. In college, I had at least a dozen girlfriends who couldn't decide whether they were mental patients or lesbians. It's just the way it is: Deranged dolls dig me.
I don't even have to try. Maybe it's chemistry, or pheromones, or these women can tell I'm afflicted with a complementary set of psychiatric disorders and their ****ed-up-female intuition just can't resist. Whatever it is, I'm not complaining. All I have to do is show up at a bar, and before last call, every damaged woman in the place will make a beeline for yours truly, looking to get me entangled in a horrific web of codependency, manipulation, and mutual denial.
The sex is great, too. Believe me, all these highly unstable women have so many self-esteem issues, identity crises, and subconscious needs for approval from absent or emotionally abusive father figures, they'll do practically anything to try to please a man, no matter how self-destructive it is. Sweet!
Take this hot little nutjob who picked me up last weekend. Talk about crazy between the sheets! She cleaned my pipes six ways from Sunday before breaking down in tears out of nowhere at 4 a.m., screaming irrational threats, and trying to throw my stereo out the second-story window. Luckily, I was able to calm her down with a little TLC—time-release lithium capsules—and get her into a cab before she caused any serious property damage. But still, she can't stay away—she's been leaving, like, eight voicemail messages an hour on my cell phone. Hey, once they get a little taste of the old Deanster, they always come back for more... even after multiple restraining orders and injunctions.
All I can do is shrug and say, "Crazy women go crazy for me."
Lots of guys have asked for my secret, saying stuff like, "Wow, you sure can pick 'em," or "Dude, you need help." They can't understand how I manage to attract so many hot, wild, desperately pathological chicks. But I can't tell you my secret... It's just some kind of inexplicable magic.
Well, whatever it is, I'm enjoying every ****ed-up minute of it. |
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04-07-2005 13:30
ACK!
so if any of them throw themselves at you, lateral to me, pleeeeeease! 
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