Just because we’ve known each other a while, and now I’m available to date, does not mean that all the sudden all I want to talk about is sex – let alone sex with you. ESPECIALLY if you haven’t bothered to say hello in some time, or tried to have an actual conversation. You remember conversations right? If not – Try things like – how’s the family? The kids? Mom and dad? Or I dunno, asking about me… for gods sake, talk about something something that lets me know I’m more than just a vagina that’s recently hung an ‘open for business’ sign.

Seriously.
Common sense, guys.
[Is not common - I know.]

In case this isn’t clear enough – here are some things recently said to me that will GUARANTEE that you will not get to see if there is, indeed, an ‘open for business’ type sign on the vajayjay.

“Would you try to suffocate me?” – only with a pillow. and not MY pillows, freak.
“I just want to coat you with oil and play slip and slide…”
“You make me so horny.” …I haven’t even said hello. Nice.
“I dreamt about you last night…”
“I had to wack off three times before I could sleep thanks to you..”
“I wanna make you scream..” …mission accomplished, though not as you thought. G’way now.

And so on. And so forth. So yeah. Try getting to know me, first. I want more than just SEX people – because clearly? I can get that ANYWHERE. Heh.

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One Response to “And another thing…”

Ren Says:

Hehehehe, been there. Done that. Boys are so much FUN.

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