I once had a guy tell me he'd been thinking of me while doing some other chick. That's a compliment? Really?
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
EW EW EW. He is deeply unworthy.
I am All About Blunt, but a girl likes a leetle...veiling, yes?
Veiling or build-up or some damn thing. That was seriously it? That's what he had to say for himself after vanishing from the face of the earth? Un. Worthy.
And for some reason I'm now thinking about the long-ago boyfriend who one night long, long ago was lying in bed with me, smiling into my eyes and petting my hair and kissing my forehead, until finally his eyes got misty and he looked so romantical and man-swoony and filled with longing that I said, "What are you thinking, dear?"
"Oh," he said dreamily, "I was just thinking about how much I'd like to have anal sex with you."
(eta: Not that anal sex is so awful - or even, at this point, remotely noteworthy - but something about his extreme pining-Austen-hero mien and the actual words "anal sex" kicked me right into a burst of unfortunate laughter. Which apparently men aren't so fond of in bed.)
ION, DJ, that's fantastic news! I'm sorry he's been such a monumentally horrifying, creepy, manipulative stalkerish asshole, but so very glad that the divorce came through so quickly and she's FREE. Champagne, prosecco, Fernet, and all things glowy and joy-bestowing!
Daisy, that's fantastic news. Tell her all the axe murderers on the internet are toasting her!
DUDE. Why boats, though? Why not toy helicopters?
Gotta have something to do with bathtime.
Daisy! SWEET! Yay for L!
"Oh," he said dreamily, "I was just thinking about how much I'd like to have anal sex with you."
(eta: Not that anal sex is so awful - or even, at this point, remotely noteworthy - but something about his extreme pining-Austen-hero mien and the actual words "anal sex" kicked me right into a burst of unfortunate laughter. Which apparently men aren't so fond of in bed.)
Oh. My. God. I've had that exact experience!! If I didn't think it was completely impossible for it to be the same guy...but no. I'm going to guess that we are not unique in this. But yeah. Exact same sitch, laughter included.
Oh, HAH!
Proof #3791 on When A Woman Asks A Man "What Are You Thinking?" She Really Doesn't Want To Know.
Proof #3791 on When A Woman Asks A Man "What Are You Thinking?" She Really Doesn't Want To Know.
I have learned this universal lesson...finally. Or at least to know that, whatever the answer, I asked for it!
Oh. My. God. I've had that exact experience!!
And yes, indeed, highly unlikely that it was the same guy. I can't believe there are two of them out there! I don't know whether it's sad or hilarious, so I vote hilarious.
The problem with asking "what are you thinking" is that they don't think before answering. IJS.
DUDE. Why boats, though? Why not toy helicopters?
Gotta have something to do with bathtime.
Then why not rubber duckies? What do you do with them? Someone please help!