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I guess, for an aggressive Domme, I'm still a bit of pussy. I can't stand coffee that isn't sweet and creamy. I've got one those machines, not that fucking meek and mild K-cup thingers, but the kind that grinds it, brews it, and you add cream and (or whatever), and froth it up, baby! My partner cried when he paid for it.My last venture into purchased fancy coffee was a "flat white" somewhere in Chicagoland, and I'm not even talking about a woman. I liked it.
Did he cry more when he paid for it, or when you thanked him?I guess, for an aggressive Domme, I'm still a bit of pussy. I can't stand coffee that isn't sweet and creamy. I've got one those machines, not that fucking meek and mild K-cup thingers, but the kind that grinds it, brews it, and you add cream and (or whatever), and froth it up, baby! My partner cried when he paid for it.
LOL, he knew there would be 'pain' when we got together.Did he cry more when he paid for it, or when you thanked him?
I've had all kinds of coffee all over the world, my favorite was cappuccino at the street front cafe of the Hotel Oliva at the foot of the Southern Carnic Alps saying Buongiorno to the signorine as they walked by and giggled at us. (What is it about Italian girls giggling?) Then there was the exquisite home ground coffee in the snug coffee shops of Gunsan Korea next to the Geum River where the Korean students come to speak to Americans and practice their english. That was the best black coffee I've ever had. But for the money nothing can beat an extra large double-double from Tim Hortons.My last venture into purchased fancy coffee was a "flat white" somewhere in Chicagoland, and I'm not even talking about a woman. I liked it
At the acknowledged risk of stifling both literary and culinary creativity, that thumping sound in the background is Tex rolling in his grave. Ah well, it is the Century of the Fruitbat after all; progress has many definitions.@Duleigh - If there's enough interest, we may be able to get a cappuccino machine installed here for those who want something more than plain coffee.
When I ran my own businesses one of the best pieces of advice I was ever given was to fire the worst 10/20% of the most troublesome clients. I soon found out that getting rid of 10% of clients got rid of 50%+ of the problems. Start with slow payers - even if they are personal friends, they are not worth retaining.I have a conference call this morning with a client I hoped to never work for again. Hopefully this won't ruin my day.
Never heard of "How to Make Love to a Man." According to Wikipedia, it's still in print.Has anyone ever read How to Make Love to a Man by Alexandra Penney?
This is a serious question. I just had a book haul for the library, and as I was checking those books out to see which one goes in and which one doesn't this one stood out to me the most. For a hardcover it's in poor condition, the pages are falling apart, so I'll expect a few missing pages. Can't tell whether the original owner read it too much or too little, but I do actually want to see what's in it.
I'm just curious if anyone here has ever read it, regardless of your gender.
Update: I browsed through the pages and it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Yes, it's in poor condition; most pages are about to fly away, but it's complete, and most of the damage is in the dust jacket, with the corners and the spine from the cover showing the expected damage of being read a lot. I mean that: the previous owner underlined and circled several things, so I'm even more intrigued by the previous owner than the contents of the book in itself.
Is not the first time I'm intrigued by the previous owner from a donation. I actually have a copy of the New World Translation of the Bible in my possession; a used one, and I found, right where the book of Songs begin, you know, the Old Testament's book of sex, I found a torn piece of paper with a note. Context being is that this happened around some reading, because the note was a warning for the previous owner. It said that he should be careful around one of the women in the reading, because she was looking at him with interest. I want to write a story about it, but I have so many ideas that I couldn't decide. This type of gossip is why I love working as a librarian.
I hoped it would be that easy, but it hasn't been. The client in question is a very conservative Native American community. My long-time employer started working for them sometime before he hired me 40+ years ago. His interest in supporting their social goals was stronger than his interest in making money from them, and they responded by supporting the company in hard times. It became something of a symbiotic relationship.When I ran my own businesses one of the best pieces of advice I was ever given was to fire the worst 10/20% of the most troublesome clients. I soon found out that getting rid of 10% of clients got rid of 50%+ of the problems. Start with slow payers - even if they are personal friends, they are not worth retaining.
As always, the trouble with people is people. Best of luck.He kept me out of most of that work, but now he's not here and there's a long history that makes it hard to say no.
Never heard of "How to Make Love to a Man." According to Wikipedia, it's still in print.
The note in the bible sounds like something that might interest AG31.
I found that rule to be true in the military too. I just had to let a couple of the whiners find their fortune elsewhere and son of a gun - the world looks a lot brighter when you don't have a handfull of airmen constantly whining that the coffee is too hot or the ice cream is too cold.When I ran my own businesses one of the best pieces of advice I was ever given was to fire the worst 10/20% of the most troublesome clients. I soon found out that getting rid of 10% of clients got rid of 50%+ of the problems. Start with slow payers - even if they are personal friends, they are not worth retaining.
Good footstool.Tx always insisted that coffee was served strong and black, and what you did with it was up to you. As long as a pot was on the stove, I don't think he'd mind a whizz bang machine gathering dust in the corner.
I might qualify as a beatnik poet.... maybe. Depending on the definition.Hello, I'm Serena. This is a virtual coffee shop and reading room. So, tell me, do we have a few Beatnik poets here, hipsters in small fedoras, and noir femme fatales?
Tx always insisted that coffee was served strong and black, and what you did with it was up to you. ...