And I’m trying to conjure in my mind a picture of a Tennessee hippie and it just is not working. I can imagine what a Tennesse hillbilly would think of a hippie (that the best ones are dead.
I guess that fairly well disqualifies me as her FB. Ain’t that a shame.
For years I’ve thought the perfect man would be one that would come over 3-4 days a week for sex and then get the hell out. No mushy talking or any of that other crap. Just fuck and go. Now I have a phrase for what I want. A FB. How quaint.