^ aww, we don’t even have to exchange real names. We’ll sit in a bar and call each other krnyc and kanuck. Plus, its all anonymous when the lights are off. 
but I get it. I don’t want everybody knowing who I am either. but now I’m going to think krnyc is some powerhouse BSD/HCB at GS.
^I don’t think it’s a big deal. I’ve met a couple of AF members face-to-face, and corresponded with a few more. Once we go back to our lives, it’s like nothing ever happened.
I’d be more afraid of the unexpected surprises, like finding out that CvM is really a priviliged white kid that lives in North Brooklyn, that Blake and Numi are the same person, or that Krnyc is really a guy. If any of these things turn out to be true, I’ll really feel like I got catfished.
There are precisely four AFers I’d like to actually meet. One because he seems like a cool guy, another that makes the highest quality posts on all of AF (not my opinion. It’s a god damn fact), another who I have a great deal of respect for, and the last one because I’d like to bury my face in her boobs.
^ Names?
Ok, I’ll give you one. It’s Greenie…and it’s not for one of the first three reasons. Choice of pronoun was a red herring.
I can assure you I am not a guy.
I never complement a woman’s physical appearance because attrative women smell your intentions from a mile away. What I do instead is my version of the pickle jar.
I ask for their opinion about stuff that they think they have an idea about. It makes them feel special and smart. Anytime I go shopping, I bring a woman along. I ask her opinion about the shoes, cologne or shirt I’m about to buy. They love giving input. Or I just call randomly to ask about life changing advice. Of course there is nothing life changing about what I’m asking but I play the part. Easy brownie points for later in the night.
Same here. I call my wife fat every day.
I wonder about this. So, if your wife is used to you complimenting her, because she really is hot, do you just lie when she becomes old and fat? She’s probably going to notice that you stop telling her that all you really need to do is stare, and maybe touch a little, while you jerk off.
Not nice. My DH criticize me for almost everything - how I drive, how careless I am and the list goes on n on but no bad remarks on how I look. Even when I have bad hair day or I’m sick, he still finds me attractive 
DH? Designated Hitter?
^lol. dear husband
Yep, first thought was designated hitter, then I assumed it was divorced husband (which doesn’t really make any sense now that I think about it). Dear husband wasn’t on my radar.
In his defense, your driving is horrible.
I bet you know what ybm is
^haha good luck with this.
I dont understand what the big deal is with meeting people on here. I’ve met quite a few who and nothing has changed, if anything it’s another way to expand your network.
Your bowel movement?
Haha… Good guess but no.
Expectations are too high for some folk. What if I met Frankie and found out he’s actually a gay man that loves Kim Kardashian for her sense of style? What if Iteracom is actually a total softy that giggles for no apparent reason? What if JTLD is actually John Thain’s Limo Driver?
The only way to appropriately meet people after so many years of knowing them online, is to do so over mandatory drinks until closing. That way the next day everyone would have this vague recollection of the people they met, and probably think they were better looking than we you really are.
you bore me? just googled
I could only come up with “young boy meat” which isn’t totally out of the realm. Then I looked it up, realized the irony, chuckled on the inside, and went back to admiring my business card.