That sounds like a job for the psychopath test, Jesse.

Mmm, aromatics.

My first boyfriend that I knew of told me wistfully that the sex would get better when we fell in love. I panicked, because if the sex got any better I would fail out of university. No freaking joke, man. That shit was tight. But power to him...just with some other chick. Wasn't gone be me.

That sounds like a job for the psychopath test, Jesse.

Yes! Although I bet msbelle would set a somewhat higher bar? I could be wrong.

But, good lord, I hate most of what consists of seducing a chick, even the honourable and sincere stuff.

Like what stuff?

You know, I've never seduced a chick. Every woman I've ever slept with, she was the one who initiated our first sexual experience. I think that's because of my "want to get to know her better first" thing, as I would have eventually gotten around to the seduction thing.

Holy crap -- OK, now it's continuous thunder and lightning out, and I'm glad I'm inside.

Like what stuff?

Uh, complimenting me is right out. The best you can do is be interested, but not, like, creeper interested. No great memory for things I did in the past. Don't remember the last time you saw me...I don't remember you from before. You're weirding me out.

Just keep animated, engaged, mostly non-committal and away from hot-button topics, and especially don't ask about my family. Because I will tell you, and then you will have to react.

Let's argue about movies instead.

Uh, complimenting me is right out.

Huh. I almost never compliment a woman on her looks. I'm not really sure why, but something about it seems wrong. Maybe it's because you're born with your looks and can't do a whole lot about them.

OTOH, I often compliment women on their smarts. Or if a woman wore something sexy to please me, I'll tell her how great it looks on her.

I dunno. I think my brain is just wired weird.

I can haz job. Details later.

Yay Gud!!

YAY GUD!