Lack of boundaries. of course its easy outside of M. It was one of the things he asked of you, for a long time, though probably not in a way you wanted to hear it. nuff said. when you lose weight, breasts typically do become smaller. An observation is not always a criticism, you know.
Well, the lame thing about me is that I only care about looking sexy if I think the effort is going to get me some sex (Choc's wife and I would probably NOT be friends)and in spite of my H's comments my efforts in that regard throughout the course of my marriage(I did make efforts)were mostly in vain. His comments about "smaller breasts and "boring breasts" and "too nerdy to f*ck" and "too arrogant about the fact that you do look hot" were all meant as criticism or ,really, lame*ss defensiveness about his LD. He also didn't like my style of being sexy. He found it too immature and blatant (Type 7ish?). For instance, I'm sure he would not appreciate the tight gold t-shirt from Beyonce's line of clothing that I bought in Chicago this weekend (I really, really wanted the hoodie which had a giant gold zipper and a gold lined hood but it wasn't in my budget (sigh).)
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A womans idgitty vibe doesnt feel very much like a collaboration, nor do tears, clinging, nagging, screeching.
I don't know what idgitty means. I don't nag or screech. I do cry and cling. But I won't be clinging anymore because from now on no man is going to make me cry more than once, either the moment before I kick his *ss to the curb or at his funeral.
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Now that's the kind of brutal honesty that I can get behind 100%.
Well, I'm more concerned with the kind of brutal honesty I want to get in front of, so I'm looking for the guy who is going to be brutally honest about how crazy he is about me pretty much all the time and how crazy he is about my hot *ss on at least a tri-weekly basis. In exhange, I will be brutally honest about how unworthy (I stole that word from you) I find all the guys who can't be brutally honest in that manner. (I am aware that I might have to rent a dumpster to put at my curb to deal with all the refuse but I think it will be a worthwhile effort)
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For example after we get out of the shower, I love to throw my wet towel over my woody to use as a drying rack. That usually gets a laugh. Its also an effective way to carry the towel into the bedroom, since hands are busy elsewhere. Then you can place it underneath her to prevent the argument over who sleeps in the wet spot. Always the gentleman.
You're right. It is funny and not erotic. (lol) Do you remember Barney? He once posted that if his wife offered him sex in exchange for painting the kitchen he would walk around all day with the bucket of paint hanging from his hard-on. I found that erotic but probably just due to my X's complete unwillingness to engage in handyman or sexual activities in order to please me. (BTW- One of my Matchmen has offered to come over and fix things for me even though I wasn't serious when I made the request. Q:Shall I be wearing my new Beyonce shirt when I offer him lemonade? A:Is he 6'3" and half Native American and did he say that he didn't consider sex that lasted less than 25 minutes worth staying up for? )
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Im very curious about your innate drive to see the little boy.
Well, here's a good example from my recent dating history. I was on a dinner date with one guy and he ate all his food and two baskets of bread before I was halfway through my entree. To me, this was very amusing and masculine behavior. So, I smiled at him in a light-hearted manner and offered him some of my food. He gave me this boyish look like he was so happy and grateful that I made such a gesture and I was like "Oh f*ck. Watch yourself Mojo. Cow alert!! If you feed him, you're going to want to take him home and keep him. Remember when you first saw X naked and you thought 'Dear God. Has this man been in a concentration camp?" and started thinking about what kind of soup he might like. Danger! Danger! Danger"
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver