I'm torn between my love for doing shit on my nifty smart phone (Android. Note 4 to be specific) and breaking out the lonely lappie and feeling the keys under my fingertips. Keep that wpm in check. Sometimes I like to view things on 17 inches rather than 8. Shhh. Don't go there, pervs. hehe
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By the summer before I met Brenda, I'd ask women who were coming on to me what they thought about FWB arrangements. Not specifically proposing one--just asking their opinion. If they said oh NO I'm waiting for The One I'd nod, keep talking and (being a confirmed bachelor) never date them. Okay, fine. Half of the ones that would say they were okay with it, too. I'd kinda look them in the eye, figure Newwwp you're lying--I SO don't want that But-Remember-When-I-Told-You conversation three months from now and keep it moving.
Let's be honest tho. People lie All Damn Day to get up in Da Booty. As much to themselves as to others.
Good luck out there. My neighbor lady (a few months older than me--is she already 48?) is over at her house gettin' it all kindsa ways from some guy on a motorcycle after a long drought. Not literally on the motorcycle. Okay maybe. But they're the type that'll pull it in the garage first.
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Thanks for the good luck wish! We'll see what happens!
It's good to see there are still writers and readers out here on this thing!
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