First two answers
Q1:
How much straight sex have you had? (was asked anonymously so I don't even know who asked)
A1:
Very little. Up until after High School I only dated girls. All of these relationship pretty much ended the same way. "I like you, I really do, but I think of you more as a brother." Which is frustrating as all hell when you're a sexually frustrated teen looking to score! I once had a hand job, that led to an almost, but not quite started, blow job by a girl I was really smitten with.
I also once dated a girl who let me play with her tits. When I saw them I was instantly turned off because even though she was younger than my 16 years of age, her boobs were ever so slightly tinted purple and kind of wrinkly. I affectionately dubbed her Raisin Titties (never to her face) and we stopped dating shortly after. I lost track of her but years later, when I was about 20 or 21, I ran into her again. By this time I believed I was bi, if not outright gay. Anyway, she had gotten married, had two kids, and gotten a divorce with in this time. We started flirting a little and I ended up going back to her place even though my brain was screaming at me "All she wants is a baby daddy!" We lay down on the floor of her room, with her Dad sleeping on the couch downstairs and her kids sleeping in the next room. With the TV playing Tom and Jerry reruns of all things, we made out. At one point my hand undid her jeans and slid into her panties. I was finally touching the thing I had thought I'd wanted all those years and hated it. It felt gross, like petting at a roast beef sandwich. That pretty much killed the mood, I faked being worried her Dad would wake up and left quickly. I'm convinced it was the point in my life that I abandoned any misconcieved thoughts that I was bi and fully accepted I love the cock!
Q2:
Do you consider yourself well-organized? How often do you have to hunt something down (keys, wallet, etc)?
A2:
I am only at work. I'm totally obsessive compulsive when it comes to my work space. My desk gets touched by others often and if they move stuff it drives me mad. I am constantly putting things back to where they should be. At home I'm the exact opposite. I rarely have to make a mad dash to look for keys, phone or wallet but it does happen. Papers and other debris litter my desk and my clothes are everywhere.
The only other time I get OCD is when planning for an event or trip. I will worry I'm forgetting something, plan out my clothes days in advance and double check my luggage constantly. Chris leiny just shakes his head.
Keep the questions coming, you can find the original post here!
How much straight sex have you had? (was asked anonymously so I don't even know who asked)
A1:
Very little. Up until after High School I only dated girls. All of these relationship pretty much ended the same way. "I like you, I really do, but I think of you more as a brother." Which is frustrating as all hell when you're a sexually frustrated teen looking to score! I once had a hand job, that led to an almost, but not quite started, blow job by a girl I was really smitten with.
I also once dated a girl who let me play with her tits. When I saw them I was instantly turned off because even though she was younger than my 16 years of age, her boobs were ever so slightly tinted purple and kind of wrinkly. I affectionately dubbed her Raisin Titties (never to her face) and we stopped dating shortly after. I lost track of her but years later, when I was about 20 or 21, I ran into her again. By this time I believed I was bi, if not outright gay. Anyway, she had gotten married, had two kids, and gotten a divorce with in this time. We started flirting a little and I ended up going back to her place even though my brain was screaming at me "All she wants is a baby daddy!" We lay down on the floor of her room, with her Dad sleeping on the couch downstairs and her kids sleeping in the next room. With the TV playing Tom and Jerry reruns of all things, we made out. At one point my hand undid her jeans and slid into her panties. I was finally touching the thing I had thought I'd wanted all those years and hated it. It felt gross, like petting at a roast beef sandwich. That pretty much killed the mood, I faked being worried her Dad would wake up and left quickly. I'm convinced it was the point in my life that I abandoned any misconcieved thoughts that I was bi and fully accepted I love the cock!
Q2:
Do you consider yourself well-organized? How often do you have to hunt something down (keys, wallet, etc)?
A2:
I am only at work. I'm totally obsessive compulsive when it comes to my work space. My desk gets touched by others often and if they move stuff it drives me mad. I am constantly putting things back to where they should be. At home I'm the exact opposite. I rarely have to make a mad dash to look for keys, phone or wallet but it does happen. Papers and other debris litter my desk and my clothes are everywhere.
The only other time I get OCD is when planning for an event or trip. I will worry I'm forgetting something, plan out my clothes days in advance and double check my luggage constantly. Chris leiny just shakes his head.
Keep the questions coming, you can find the original post here!