Lady, if he loves you he will stick with you, if he doesn’t nothing you can do will keep him with you.
See post #2. Repeat as necessary.
… but ma’am, your husband is an ornithologist specializing in Sula nebouxii and the Paridae family.
That woman has some major insecurity issues – I don’t think it’s just about modesty and religion (although that’s definetly part of it). She keeps talking about stretch marks, cellulite, scars, etc. And notice it’s not just about women tempting her husband – she’s thinking that they’ll make him forget about her.
I see a serious need for counselling. After what she mentioned about her father, girlfriend’s got some body issues, that I think stems from childhood. Add her religious beliefs, and you’ve got a major headcase.
This lady is ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag.
Even worse (and sadder) than the “boobs” post is this one where she talks about her crushing insecurity and her need for constant reassurance.
Some choice quotes:
Ya think? But she doesn’t care.
She basically admits she’s needy mess, but instead of saying that she’s going to try to be better, stronger, more independent, she says:
“You have keep reassuring us because there’s no way we can be happy on our own… or something.”
Oh, and then she’s also begging for money so she and her doctor husband can adopt a “brown baby.” WTF?
My husband can look at your boobs all he wants. Geesh. It’s not like he’s going to grab them and do a motorboat. What a twat.
Don’t leave us single guys out. 
Facebook is terrible. It has brought out the worst in “adults” of my generation. Myself included.
Anyways I see where you incredulous people come from but it’s also a fact that Facebook is rife with look at my tits posts all summer long.
And damn straight there are women of a certain demographic fishing with such posts and not really caring what bites, married or not.
But the real twist here isn’t that the villain here isn’t the bimbo or the beau. It’s the Facebook harpy demographic that blogs likes and comments keep your tits away from my dumbass.
I bet the ring slid onto that guy’s finger with an audible click, the poor bastard. Let him at least remember what boobs looked like.
Ah, summer…
Heck, when we’re in public, if I notice some good ones and it looks like he’s about to miss the show, I point them out to him! “Check out the chest over your left shoulder”. I’m still the one reaping the benefits.
Huh. I’ve never even considered doing The Facebook.
Until now…
Don’t do it man the look at my tits posts aren’t worth the look at my nails, look at my new hairdo, look at the inane link I found that I feel illustrates how I’m the kind of cool person who posts links like that. Look at my thoughts, so deep. Also boobs.
It is a soul crushing dilemma. For what worth is a nice set if their owner is also themselves a spectacular til?
Yeah…after he’s stopped seeing stars, feeling like throwing up and his eyes stop watering like fountains.
+1
I have got to expand my Friends list. Far too many middle-aged professionals on my feed, almost no boobies.
See, she’s praying for all of you.
She doesn’t want to kick your ass at all. :dubious:
I had to laugh at this.
I am incredibly happily married. I am also still alive. I check out the hotties, yes, indeedy I do. SWMBO snickers at me doing it. She says I’m like an old hound dog on the front porch. The fire engine comes by, red lights flashing and siren blaring. I raise up my head and thump my tail, because I know I’m supposed to get up and chase it…but then I just sigh and lay my head down again because I’d have a heart attack if I did chase it, much less catch it.
My response to that is to simply say that I might be window-shopping, but my credit card is only good in one store. 
I find it hard to imagine why photos of complete strangers would be any threat to a SO. Those amateurs showing their bodies are just as inaccessible and impossible to meet as a celebrity like Jennifer Aniston. They can be admired from afar and thats it.
Any passion that cough arises is a bonus for the SO. 
In the mission statement for her blog, she says she’s passionate about “empowering women to be HIS alone”.
I can’t tell whether “HIS” means her husband, or Jesus, but in either case I don’t think that “empowering” is really what’s going on here.
I’m sorry, but in deference to your username, I think you should resubmit this comment with a bakery reference, not a candy store reference.
:rolleyes:
I seriously need a whole new set of Facebook friends. All I get are babies and cats.