Handy, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with my link, seeing as I was covered. Nothing was shown that shouldn’t be shown. However, if I was wrong in my assumptions, would a mod kindly remove the link with my apologies?
And I never went out with the guy…he scared me too much beforehand, I figured it was best I didn’t get involved with him :eek:
Oh good, does that mean you’re still single then? 
(And Dave/Airman Doors lives far far away, right?)
Pammi, boobage means never having to say you’re sorry.
COME ON!
I look at ALL women ALL the time in ALL shades of light in gas stations, libraries, McD’s, business meetings, beaches, campgrounds, weddings, funerals, DMV, tennis courts, Jiffy Lube, video store, crosswalk, ALL OF THEM ALL OF THE TIME!!!
I’m quite happily married and done with the phone numbers and dating and smalltalk and all that business, but I can see the cutes in just about any women if there’s something that gets me just right… an earring, a flip-flop, a purple bra strap, cute eyebrows, a cool bracelet, a raspy voice, cool teeth, a tatoo, hairdo, faded overalls with 1/2 teeshirt, glasses, hair scrunchie, hell, a sniff of hairspray. Anything can set some people off about one another… quite probably not even limited to guys to girls… simple attractions and a little imagination. The world is full of beauty.
A girl with cute forearms and a sweet smile comes into my gas station after a ten hour shift still smiling… I bet there’s something there.
Allright, instead of sounding like some kind of stalker freak, I’ll put it in layperson’s terms using my other love… cars (because that’s never been done to compare women)
a 1959 porsche 356 w/$8,000 paintjob = beautiful
a 1959 porsche 356, primer red&grey = beautiful
samey samey. I’d like to spend time with both
Sadly, Airman Doors lives in Pennsylvania, and will be even further once he goes off to boot camp. Since I can’t obsess over him, I’m looking for a more local doper to attach myself to…up for lunch sometime Stephen? I’m warning you though, no boobage on the first date…
Lunch? I can do lunch. I’ll be away next week (the 11[sup]th[/sup] - 19[sup]th[/sup]), and the rest of this week is kind of tight (especially working 9 - 5), but the following week looks good.
My email’s in my profile…
Oh, I forgot to mention – the no-boobage restriction is disappointing, but I think I’ll be okay. Thanks for the warning!
Of course, I do sometimes make exceptions to the no boobage clause…we’ll talk.
The week after next week works for me. Pick a time, date, and place, and both my boobage and I (we’re 2 seperate idenities, you see…) will be there with bells on.
Will the bells be on you or your boobage?
Quite possibly…
That’s nice but I can’t hear them maybe you could where some lights instead?
Anything for you Handy sweetie…
This very thing happened to me just last night. We were at the bowling alley, fer cryin’ out loud, and I was all sweaty and my hair was gettin’ all curly and this guy keeps checkin’ me out. And Mr. Sophie was standing right next to me! I swear I will never understand men as long as I live. First they want garters and red lipstick, then they want sweaty and slighty askew and smelling of burger? Or do they really want women who are slightly sweaty with garters and red lipstick that is smudged from eating burgers?
Yes. There is nothing sexier than a nice pair of sweatpants. Especially if you’re wearing running shoes.
I used to often go rockclimbing (ok, it was more like rock scrambling) with my girlfriend in college (CU, Boulder) and I thought she never looked sexier than when she was wearing no makeup, a huge pair of hiking boots, a sweaty halter top, cutoffs with dirt ground into the seat, skinned knees, and chalky hands.
And then, when we got to the top of the Flatiron, you can just guess what happened there…
[sub]Uh oh. My boxer briefs just got tighter. Time to go back to designing analog signal processing amplifiers for a while.[/sub]
She’s making me do the work, I see… I’m looking forward to the bells.
No matter where they are!
This post is on my sister’s behalf. She’s 17.
This week she’s been really sick, shee caught what I had. Her glands were swollen, her nose was runny, she couldn’t hear out of her right ear. My mom drug her to Target to look at stuff for her new house. Sara looked like shit. The guy working in housewares didn’t think so apparently, because after a 20 minute conversation, he got her number, and called her this morning. He’s now in the process of trying to get her to break up with her boyfriend for him…
::shaking head:: I just don’t get it…
Why – what are you doing with the other hand?