Her trouble is that she wants the dessert before the main course. Also, Ryan would need to be whacked upside his head with her unmentionables before he got the clue. And even then he would probably quail at the thought.
Why do all the women in Tackleford seem to have it on the ball socially, and nearly all the men are clueless gits? Just askin’.
I hope he can be reasonably keen with his table manners. Then, when she decides to pounce on her dear little “git” (were she still so inclined, after visiting Mr. Dorado’s fine establishment), perchance like a wolf on a rabbit, she can be assured that her happy little bun-bun is of quality stock. (Hah. A bloke can hope, yes?)
Because they are Northern blokes. Stupidity is genetic and passes down the male line.
This is why Northern wimmin have a reputation for being so bossy, capable and ferocious – one sex has to be, and it certainly isn’t going to be the men.
I can understand Ryan’s plight in appeasing Mr. Dorado, and trying to keep him happy instead of dear, sweet Ljubjana. I only hope that these two fine fellows won’t manage to obstruct Ryan’s chances entirely of experiencing the happy, if savage, joys of Ljubjana’s (ahem) approval.
Were Ryan a man with a lot more finesse, he could find a way to both keep his date and landlord happy–he just needs to invite her upstairs first, and then down to dinner after.
Northern women have a lot in common with Welsh women. There’s a common misconception that Wales is run by the Welsh Assembly, but this isn’t true. Wales is pretty much run by women. Most of them are Mam’s too. Welsh men are traditionally fierce, but not one will cross his Mam. Fact.
Nobody will cross their own Mam, or anybody else’s Mam, if he knows what’s good for him. Mam’s have a hive mind and know when their boys (or boyos, in Wales) have been lippy to somebody else’s Mam, even if they weren’t in the same hemisphere at the time.
This can easily lead to a skelp around the ear’ole (y’ere’ole, in Welsh). No Northern (or probably Welsh) man is ever too big to get a skelp around the ear’ole from his Mam.
I think Mammies have the same power in Eire.
This is why Wales, Eire and the North of England are much more stable and happy places than all other parts of the British Isles, because the wimmin don’t muck about pretending that the men can cope.
Who’s clueless? It should have been obvious to Ljubjana what
Ryan was like. The possibilities are that she totally misread him or that on some level she was looking for someone different from her usual acquaintances.
If she read him at all rather than simply seeing a piece of raw meat.
It seems like some readers of this comic are taking Ryan’s romantic misstep here a bit personally. I sense some fear and defensiveness. Relax. What is the worst that could happen? Ljubjana turns out to be a sorceress who flays and eats men alive when they do not satisfy her need for nuts?
Ljubjana was doing some heavy-duty industrial-strength flirting there, and it did NOTHING. Her reaction is understandable.
Her trouble is that she wants the dessert before the main course. Also, Ryan would need to be whacked upside his head with her unmentionables before he got the clue. And even then he would probably quail at the thought.
Why do all the women in Tackleford seem to have it on the ball socially, and nearly all the men are clueless gits? Just askin’.
What? He’s being a clueless git? I don’t understand.
Ryan’s not clueless, he’s just not quite as keen as she is.
I hope he can be reasonably keen with his table manners. Then, when she decides to pounce on her dear little “git” (were she still so inclined, after visiting Mr. Dorado’s fine establishment), perchance like a wolf on a rabbit, she can be assured that her happy little bun-bun is of quality stock. (Hah. A bloke can hope, yes?)
Because they are Northern blokes. Stupidity is genetic and passes down the male line.
This is why Northern wimmin have a reputation for being so bossy, capable and ferocious – one sex has to be, and it certainly isn’t going to be the men.
You’d think then that the wimminfolk would be a bit more direct in expressing their desires, rather than dropping hints that they think are obvious.
“I’m happy with another drink.” Seems pretty obvious to me.
Not much about Ljubjana that isn’t obvious.
I can understand Ryan’s plight in appeasing Mr. Dorado, and trying to keep him happy instead of dear, sweet Ljubjana. I only hope that these two fine fellows won’t manage to obstruct Ryan’s chances entirely of experiencing the happy, if savage, joys of Ljubjana’s (ahem) approval.
Were Ryan a man with a lot more finesse, he could find a way to both keep his date and landlord happy–he just needs to invite her upstairs first, and then down to dinner after.
Northern women have a lot in common with Welsh women. There’s a common misconception that Wales is run by the Welsh Assembly, but this isn’t true. Wales is pretty much run by women. Most of them are Mam’s too. Welsh men are traditionally fierce, but not one will cross his Mam. Fact.
Same here in T’ North, Wayne.
Nobody will cross their own Mam, or anybody else’s Mam, if he knows what’s good for him. Mam’s have a hive mind and know when their boys (or boyos, in Wales) have been lippy to somebody else’s Mam, even if they weren’t in the same hemisphere at the time.
This can easily lead to a skelp around the ear’ole (y’ere’ole, in Welsh). No Northern (or probably Welsh) man is ever too big to get a skelp around the ear’ole from his Mam.
I think Mammies have the same power in Eire.
This is why Wales, Eire and the North of England are much more stable and happy places than all other parts of the British Isles, because the wimmin don’t muck about pretending that the men can cope.
You should have kept your usual nut scheme, Ryan…
It’s Shelley’s fault!
Perhaps he can keep the nuts ready for afters, to pair with cigarettes (if he’s still conscious, that is).
Who’s clueless? It should have been obvious to Ljubjana what
Ryan was like. The possibilities are that she totally misread him or that on some level she was looking for someone different from her usual acquaintances.
If she read him at all rather than simply seeing a piece of raw meat.
It seems like some readers of this comic are taking Ryan’s romantic misstep here a bit personally. I sense some fear and defensiveness. Relax. What is the worst that could happen? Ljubjana turns out to be a sorceress who flays and eats men alive when they do not satisfy her need for nuts?
There really is no answer to that, Guildholly.