I've known more than one guy who, for sheer ego gratification, escalates flirtation with a woman he has turned down.
If that's what he's doing it's assish behavior.
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I've known more than one guy who, for sheer ego gratification, escalates flirtation with a woman he has turned down.
If that's what he's doing it's assish behavior.
Paul's in Health Sciences.
But he's doing set up tomorrow, so he'll be all around campus after the morning.
It's weird. I think the combo of the admitted crush and their rejection makes them think they have all the power in the (not)relationship, and that turns them on.
That is definitely not the type of power game I'm into.
Someone explain "man-ho" to me, please. I'm guessing it's not really a male prostitute.
Heh. Nah, I'm just using it as the equivalent of -- like the girl in high school who slept with every. single. guy, including the Shop teacher? She wasn't actually a hooker, but she still got called a ho.
And on the man-ho Crush!Boy -- it's a little more complex than I'm willing to discuss in a public forum (and I'm sorry to be coy about it, because I really don't mean to be), but I actually think, after pondering it all day, that when he told me he wasn't attracted to me, he more or less meant "If you're romantically interested in me, I am REALLY not emotionally available, so don't go there." And that kind of scenario leaves a lot of room for flirting and backrubs. Which is fine, as long as both people know where the other is coming from. And I do now, and so -- eh. I'll let him live.
Though I still feel not-so-attractive and also very very wary to dangle my little velveeta-filled heart out in front of me again.
OK. Dylan should be home soon, so I'll leave it for him to figure out which would work best.
I left Annabel alone for a minute to go get the phone from the other room. I came back to find her sitting on the couch, paging through Self-Editing for Fiction Writers with a look of utter concentration.
Unfortunately, Dylan has the camera in his work bag, or this would've been recorded for posterity.
That is definitely not the type of power game I'm into.
Good lord, of course not. It's thoroughly disrespectful, if that's what's going on. People aren't just to be used for ego-gratification. That's why people get dogs.
People aren't just to be used for ego-gratification. That's why people get dogs.
Or those creepy RealDolls(TM).
Hil, you still around? I have math issues.
I'm back now.
People aren't just to be used for ego-gratification. That's why people get dogs.
Snorts tea up nose...
I came back to find her sitting on the couch, paging through Self-Editing for Fiction Writers with a look of utter concentration.
That's Mommy's girl!
DOUBLE SLUUUUUUUTTT!!!!!
Or those creepy RealDolls(TM).
I saw a TV special about them a couple of months ago! There was one old guy, a widower, talking about his RealDoll. That was interesting.
Oh, and they also had various dildoes attached to crankshafts or something. All running on electrical power, though for some reason I'd find a pedal-operated one pretty funny.