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13 comments:
That guy looks more like me than I'm comfortable with.
:¬|
You must be darned good looking!
Depends who y'are.
I've had ridiculously beautiful women into me.
& I've been rejected by countless pigs too.
There's a vast distance between good looking and attraction. And attraction doesn't always rule out rejection.
Just curious...were they pigs before they rejected you? I ask, b/c a man's assholitity increases exponentially in my estimation once I imagine myself slighted by him.
"TOUCHE"
Yes, I can honestly say that they were pigs BEFORE they rejected me (but I would say that, if I was the type of self-deluding egotist you're talking about).
There have been many, many times when I've been horny & out of my tree & up-for shagging ANYTHING - including men...
I try to treat everyone with basic human respect, but sometimes I JUST KNOW that I want nothing more than glorified masturbation with someone - In fact, masturbation can be way more meaningful (to me anyway).
Time.
Ah Twit, we've all been horny and out of our trees. There have been plenty of times in my life when rejecting me was the kindest thing a man ever could have done for me.
I wasn't calling you an egoist -- well, at least no more of an egoist than I was calling myself. Actually, I think I called you good looking.
Truce.
I went out to get a large pop corn and a soda, because this was getting intresting, and like at the movies I return and the credits are running.
No truce, I just got a large pop corn and a soda. I was just begining to enjoy the banter.
You're repeating yourself, Peeping Pelmo.
It is so nice to verbally joust with someone who knows how.
With the subject matter, shouldn't that be pervert peeping pelmo.
I saw no fight, Pelmo.
I was asked a question, so I answered it.
Love IS Red Meat!
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