I bet there’s a hell of a story there. :eek:
You look like you could use a cup of my famous java. I’ve seen that movie. Didn’t get the t-shirt, though; didn’t realize what I’d be missing.
You and me both, buddy; you and me both.
Although I think I’d rather not visit Planet Metro Sexual Hobo Gypsy-- all things being equal.
Mu.
Depends on which planet you’re already on.
Weird and off-putting?
Not really.
I was on an extended business trip years ago. Cow-orkers from all over the country were flown in to work on this issue. After we got back home, some of my local female cow-orkers took me aside to tell me how impressed they were that I had remianed loyal to my wife during the trip. My response was “Thanks! Huh?”. Once they figured out that I wasn’t joking, they incredulously explained that the cute woman who kept dropping by my office to discuss the project was after more than just my opinion. Everyone else apparently knew. I thought she was just being nice.
Earned me the nickname “Babe Magnet”. If you’re going to rely on hints with me, you’d better deliver them with a sledgehammer.
I’m about as suave as a block of wood, but being told that should compel you to at least offer up some snark for entertainment’s sake, e.g.
Was I any good?
Do you tell that to every guy you want to fuck, or just the cute ones?
Do you believe dreams can come true?
Having achieved at least a 200 milliclue level, if I was single, I would use the first one.
Wow, this thread has had more ups, downs, twists and turns than a roller coaster during an earth quake.
I’m reasonably sure that i never missed any signals when I was younger and single, it’s just that for a mixed bag of reasons I chose not to follow through on them. Not that the opportunities were exactly bountiful.
Strangely, once I got married it was like the wedding ring was a chick magnet. I don’t know if it was the ring, the confidence I had developed and projected or the fact that chicks felt safe to flirt with a married man or what the hell it was.
Irrespective, as I was married no opportunity was pursued or encouraged.
The theory is that the civilizing influence of your wife has made you more attractive to women in general. And they generally help wash the stink of desperation off. Or maybe being married is proof that you’re marriageable.
I’m trying to recall the movie where one woman confessed to her friend that she only dated married men because they had actually learned something about sex with a partner, as opposed to thinking only of themselves. And they had reason to remain discrete.
On the other hand, as one stand up comic observed: “Women want sex. The problem is they all want to fuck the same guy.”
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I bet there’s a hell of a story there too.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I wasn’t clueless about women as much as I suffered from one hell of an inferiority complex. I recognized signals, decided that there was no way I was interpreting them properly (because that would be crazy), and assumed that they weren’t actually signals.
I still catch myself doing just that sometimes.
If my husband were telling this story, I’d be thinking, “He cheated on me.” If he tried the semantics bit (“but we didn’t fuck! I didn’t insert my penis into her vagina!”) I’d be handing him said penis wrapped up in divorce papers, part and parcel of his general refusal to accept responsibility for a betrayal of our agreement on what our marriage vows mean to us.
Not moralizing – believe that everyone, and every couple, gets to determine boundaries within context of their relationships. Just pointing out, happily married guy who never cheated, that the scenario you portrayed above would most certainly be considered cheating by many reasonable people.
Would this be before or after you and your husband agreed to have a woman living with you in a clothing optional apartment?
If my wife agreed to have a woman live with us and we were all naked most of the time, and I gave the friend massages without spontaneously erupting in orgasm, my wife would be more amazed than anything else.
Point taken.
I understand that he may not be thinking that he cheated, wife may not be thinking that he cheated, and that I’m arguing semantics to a ridiculous degree. But then, is there some kind of objective standard by which flirting crosses the line into sexual activity (which by a reasonable standard, can be construed as cheating)? Not personalizing to OP – I agree, if SHE didn’t think it was cheating, then it wasn’t, within the context of their relationship.
What I’m really thinking is, hope he’s redefined the boundaries in relationship #2.
My regrettable first marriage was within the context of my “wild years”. Which were apparently pretty wild.
There were plenty of reasons aside from fidelity why my ex is my ex, but I’m in a loving, and exclusive, marriage now.
Last I heard of my ex, she was working as a “Fantasy Girl” - basically a stripper behind glass - in a porn theater. And the friend who I gave the massage to worked the counter in the book and video store portion. So, presumably, they had no issues with each other.
Surely you can see the difference between nudism and sliding your erect dick between your roommate’s ass cheeks, right?
This made me LOL