Well Anaamika, if you used a battery powered, instead of a gasoline powered vibrator, it wouldn’t be that loud.
Stomach? Nope. Try a little lower.
We need to talk serious. Ease your way to the deep end of the pool. Now everyman is different but for me, just bring up Star Trek. A very serious subject.
“Zebra, remember when Spock was in command of the shuttlecraft and how McCoy was really on his ass about everything?”
“Why yes I do”
“Sometimes I feel like Spock and you are McCoy when I’m driving.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll try to be more like Scotty in that episode.”
See, it’s easy.
When Chicks hit on me? I feel like I’m in a paraelle universe. Too bad that in that universe I’m not suave so I still feel a little flusterd and I’ll probably start to flop sweat if you keep it up. So a little is good, too much feels damp.
Not only, but I would agree, that’s on the short list. I once asked a roommate of mine (in reference to one particular girl in specific) if he’d ever wanted to fuck a girl just to see how her tits would look rocking back and forth. He didn’t even quite seem to understand the question. Definitely not a guy’s guy.
I’ve got the million-dollar question. What about girls who watch/read/look at porn? What if they have a bigger stash than you? (Only most girls aren’t interested in the same things, not magazines but erotica and so forth.)
Also:
How would you want a girl to ask you out?
Also, it’s already been asked about the spiders/bugs, but I must confess I have next to no mechanical aptitude. I’m sorry that I have to ask you to re-caulk the tub/listen to my car/redo the light switch. I could do it, but you would just have to do it over. Do you mind if I assume that’s your job?
I guess they’re soft and squishy and you don’t have any but the same is true for teddy bears.
Why do you want to touch and look at boobies all the time? I have a rather nice pair and they are attached to me 24 hours a day and I probably do not think about them as much as you do.
Is this a surprise? I can even see how fun they would be. Not mine, I mean, they’re mine so they are the same old, but I can see how it would be fun with someone else’s. Especially if I didn’t have a pair.
Bigger stash? Maybe a bigger stash than I’ll admit to having. Everyman has a secret stash. A stash that nobody knows about, and it isn’t shared, EVER. Even if you show me something from your stash that is in the same vein as my secret stash, I would never admit that I had any. Porn is not ‘Go Fish’. Besides, it not quantity, but quality that counts. Heck, most men could look at a woman’s porn stash and not realize that it’s porn. Just looks like a bunch of paperbacks if you ask me.
Yes, but, she runs the same risk of me turning her down and men are as good with lame ass excuses. I may simply say “No, because your aren’t my type” instead of saying that I have to wash my hair that weekend or something.
You can assume that it’s my job, but you should also assume that I’m complete shite with that stuff as well. Well I can do the caulk, but I may make a mess, and I can do the light switch but how often does that come up? Assume I know about cars at your peril.
I fear that yours may be suffering a debilitating lack of attention and suggest that you seek amateur help immediately. As a caring, giving person, I humbly offer my services.
Boobies do not equal teddie bears. (Why do women like those?)
I’m not sure but boobies just feel like home. Like a Norman Rockwell painting. When I can touch boobies I feel like I am where I’m supposed to be in the universe. It is like Boobies are the monolith from 2001. Men are alternately the man-apes or the space suited modern men. Either way, when we touch them, we feel connected, on a spiritual level with God/The Universe. I become one with everything, achieve nirvana, bowl 300, hear Ode to Joy, feel cleansed of all impurities. Boobies complete me.
I’m sorry that I have to ask you to re-caulk the tub/listen to my car/redo the light switch. I could do it, but you would just have to do it over. Do you mind if I assume that’s your job?