I don’t understand why he would go home in any case. Since when do cold pancakes and eggs signify lust?
My stove doesnt work properly.
But your oven does, and that’s what he wants to heat up, AMIRITE?!?
HEY-OHHHHHHHHHH!!
What?
So, BigBertha, are you going to act on your new knowledge?
Hi BB!
On the off-off-chance that this feller is the same guy referred to by CatWhisperer and** MOL** above, I went back and dug up your earlier thread on him (I’m home from work sick today, so I had time) to remind you of some highlights (bolding mine).
Dear BB, if the guy you’re asking about here is indeed this same guy, your stove isn’t the only thing that’s malfunctioning.
Just agreeing with the others that it means way more. Also agreeing that if it’s the same guy, you better be extremely careful.
Yeah, but “Bertha” is right there in your name…
Joe
Agreeing completely with KinkiNipponTourist. This guy wants your goodies, so he brought you goodies. If it’s the guy from before, he’s a flake, and please, be wary. Very wary.
Unless, of course, you think he might be good for some no strings attached fun sex, and you want some no strings attached fun sex AND have the capacity to extricate yourself from him should he start trying to conjure up strings afterward. If that’s the case, get your groove on, girl!
If that is the same guy, I’m not sure why you’re even giving him the time of day at this point, but I guess it takes all kinds to make the world go round.
I am not completely sure you guys are right about this and how would I act? And why should I?
what strings would he?
Nothing to see here, question was already answered.
Then, if I may be so bold as to inquire about something that doth perplex me:
Why the fuck did you ask the fucking question in the first place?
Never mind. It doesn’t perplex me. I know exactly why you asked.
Jokes on him; she’s not sharing that Mcmuffin.
As opposed to someone he didn’t bring breakfast?
Isn’ that ‘…like screen door in a windstorm…’ :dubious:
Because He should?
He brought you breakfast. The ball’s in your court.
Gotcha. I will make him dinner.
One time, I made a big production breakfast for my neighbor lady at 1:30 AM, but most assuredly I didn’t want to bone her or her husband who was there at the time.
He called me over because she was having a diabetic emergency, and I got her sugar up to the point where she was coherent and functional. My buds from the rescue squad came by to administer some D50, so wife and I slipped out the door and made them ham, eggs, and all the trimmings and brought it back so she could eat and not echo crash.
Her meds were out of whack and they are poor. And in their 80s. I don’t find elderly folks to be all that sexually appealing.
The next day, I brought them a couple of bags of groceries high in protein and low in carbs to help stabilize her blood sugar. It took a knock-down, drag out fight with her doctor’s receptionist to get the neighbor lady in to the doc to get her meds adjusted.
So, Bertha, unless you woke up from a diabetic coma, he wants to nail you.