Hello, if BBad derived this information from the client's IP address it might not be correct. Regards Gyro
i never take ip geolocation as proof of anything my own ip has me situated at least 8 hours drive from where i sit and type...sometimes even further depending what server my isp decides to route me through.
Not sure what other advice people has given you, but honesty is the best thing that you can ever give to someone. Even if it'll hurt their feeling's in the end, sometimes being honest is the best thing to do. In the past I've came across this same exact problem, they loved me but I didn't feel the same exact way and the whole time I was worrying about hurting their feelings. Of course in the end I hurt their feelings but once I was honest with them I felt better cause I had people who played along and acted as if they liked me cause they were too afraid to tell me the truth. I wish they would have been honest with me, cause my feelings were hurt even more once I found out that the way they acted towards me was all an act. So trust me being honest is the best thing to do. :daisy:
Hello, correct. It gets worse if someone uses a web proxy or has the browser running on a remote machine as I often do. Regards Gyro
Haha. There you are. You sure about that? Hmm...maybe? And I forgot to quote your other post where you said (about Carlos) maybe or you think so or something. Isn't he on the other side of the country?
i dont let rules slide we dont have rules here anyway..they are technically "guidelines" and moderators have full discretion
Lol, hungry and aroused at the same time. We can deduce from this, whoever it is, not all that skilled at photoshop
That is a very fitting picture seeing my face was so round from eating a diet high in heavily refined carbohydrates such as what matzah balls -- which my head truly did resemble the shape of -- consist of. However, I don't think I will ever be able to understand how I went from being the reclusive neckbeard I was then to the total hottie I am today. I consider that picture an honor, and one in which I will cherish forever and ever.
This post, while short and concise, is the equivalent to a a juicy, grass-fed tenderloin which is less than half the size of my fist.
Seeing as that you're one of the few lucky ones to meet the enigmatic Pressed Rat in person, perhaps you know my ways better than anyone else here.