I’m putting ALL of you on my “whatever” list! Anyone who didn’t make any list here, YOU are on mine! Now, some of you I will grab your ass, some I will twirl, some I will have coffee with and some I will render unable to walk
pricar? You on on that “special” list. Yeah, THAT one!
Well, ptui, I spit.
Here I am, an undoubtedly mysterious, entrancing presence and no offers…
(sigh) no suprise, especially since I ain’t in the running anyhoo.
But I just have to ask you guys this one question.
Now bend down low, next to my mouth, why I breathe this into your ear…darlin’, pussycat, how long until C#3, Krisy Original or like clones busts your chops for flagrant lust? Blatant, cyber communion of like minds, hearts and nether parts, held up to the torch like a creme brulee to a Williams-Sonoma Yupppie Acetylene Torch?
ok…ok after reading the Kissing thread I gotta add TennHippie to the list of whatevers. As far as marrying tho… I am sticking with the I am not the marrying kind.
“Only when he no longer knows what he is doing, does the painter do good
things.” --Edgar Degas
Seeing as I am a “regular lurker” who rarely posts, I doubt any of you know who I am. But hey…I think I may marry lvick on account of the “Kissing” thread, and GOD because it seems he always posts the right thing at the right time during a thread. Makes me laugh. Besides, it would make playing the nun so much more interesting. I now feel like someone from Greek mythology…I’m after mortals and gods.
“Who controls the past controls the future; who controls the present controls the past.” --1984
I don’t know any of you enough for marriage, not that I would even if I did know you well enough, and I don’t remember what “or whatever” feels like. Will keep you posted though.
Oh, my sweet darling Flora, how you overstimulate me. Were I not already married to my best friend, (notice how I mentioned this right up front, unlike others I could mention!) I would surely drive all night through the horrors of Ohio (not to mention Pennsylvania) to bring my sorry self to your side in the fabled metropolis of Gotham.
But, Alas I am spoken for, and happy, at that. But, hey, you can’t fault a guy for looking, can you?