Or are we talking about me taking a tranq gun to likely-looking boys I meet and shipping them back to you?
Jilli, hon, mind doing something similar for me and shipping him(her) down southways? ::smiles winsomely::
As soon as I Rip Off That Bandaid, of course.
Jilli, send southbound likely suspects to smonster at Calli's house. Either smonster rips the bandaid or Calli caves and unwraps the package first.
t /meddlesome
Hey, you! No meddling.
...nebbermind, that's fair.
My memories of dating life seem to mirror Aims with the rotten heartbreak to wild sex ratio. I usually went 2 years or so between dates (which limits the absolute volume of wild sex one has), and dating usually ended in crushing heartbreak and agony for at least one of us. Nope. I was not very good at dating. I was good at being single and I'm good at being married, but I was a loser at dating.
amych, I love the way you think.
Calli, I figure our tastes don't overlap so much, so could be a win-win!
You see? I'm keeping an eye out for both of you lovelies, AND it's an efficient use of rentboy resources.
I have zero interest in the culture than 99% of the guys in Seattle are interested in, and they have zero interest in mine (gaming, computers, literature, INTELLIGENCE).
A gay friend once complained to me wistfully about being attacked by a cliche, saying "All the guys I've met recently are neat and like show tunes."
I have had maybe three traditional dates in my life. I had two relationships in college, was married for 13 years and have had one year-long relationship-ish thing in the last two decades. I'm terrible at meeting strangers; I work at home; and I'm overweight and geeky. I don't really see much potential there.
A gay friend once complained to me wistfully about being attacked by a cliche, saying "All the guys I've met recently are neat and like show tunes."
That's exactly it. I'm either the freak they can tell stories about later, or someone to "fix".
That's exactly it. I'm either the freak they can tell stories about later, or someone to "fix".
Oh, ewww. Bad gay boys, no biscuit.