Actually, though, the rule is - treat your man like a king, 9 days out of 10. On the 10th, treat like your lackey. He will accept both unquestioningly and it will stop him taking you for granted.
The most you could hope to get is someone mildly curious because anyone fully into the life knows there are sites that pander to their preferences? But maybe you hope to guide the curious and train them in your ways, and perhaps in the good while you have been on the site, that has happened, if not on a long-term basis.
Thanks for answering, I was just curious but no, not in that way
I was a spoiled little girl with a privileged childhood, which does mean I can plait a pony's tail to perfection, not to mention sewing its mane into a nice neat row of bobbles. So I think I could groom and present a todger to a high standard but if it was a really nice one I probably couldn't bear to let it leave the premises.
I think I would like to attend the festivities, though, and learn what the norms of todger dressing are. Where exactly? and when?
Johnny it is also possible she was bending over to listen if you were talking about politics and her eyes lit up in double delight.
Because frankly anyone who is not talking about politics is pretty much the most popular kid in town right now and add a touch of smelling nice to that and the world will be yours.
I've given up for tonight, enough. Sick sick sick sick sick sick of the politics of one country dominating and destroying the blogs.
Molly, you are always the exception to prove the rule.
Last night I was sitting at a pavement cafe while dozens of people around got seriously excited about Portugal and Spain playing to a 3 all draw and they were not at all bored. Some people do seem to like it. There is profit in enthusiasm.
Autumn, could be a blessing in disguise. The saltpetre in cigs (which keeps them burning, unlike a cigar) is apparently a bromide, and so apparently is menthol, so you've been giving your libido a double whammy
But yup, we have free choice at all times. We simply have fewer options to choose from
My brother used to proudly tell his friends his mum sneezed louder than anyone else in the world. She could squeeze it into a tiny polite kachew but very rarely bothered.
It was his claim to fame.
Now I have a theory that a man who routinely snores is emotionally generous, a nice healthy snore is a big plus for me. I still haven't worked out how to add that into the 'looking for' part of my profile though. Or how to meet men with the right snores, not too loud. It could be misunderstood if I prowl around hotel corridors, I think.
If I could link that to sneezing instead, how much easier to just carry pepper with me?
When you say the TRUTH - there's been no actual lying. They met. Trump is bigging up the outcome but that's hardly a newsflash, he talks bigly, always has done. (Hope I used the word correctly and in context)
The agreement per se is worthless, but that really, for once, isn't the point. The meeting was what mattered and it has happened without disaster and that's what matters. It would be nice to have experienced diplomats taking over going forward but for now, let the man have his moment?
English is such an odd language, I was at an agricultural show with a city friend who was staring at an enormous cow and wanted to know why it was so fat.
It's in calf, I said
Surely, she said, you mean that the other way round.
And there's an old joke about a farmer struggling on the side of a busy road in exactly the situation you described - van der Merwe (its an SA joke) stopped to help, pulled obligingly on the rope when handed it, and the calf was successfully born right there on the side of the highway.
He looked at the traffic whizzing by and raised his eyebrows at the farmer. 'How the hell fast was that animal going when it hit your cow?'
Eks, yeah, keeping non-smokers at bay is a definite advantage especially the bossy ones who decide you need saving because you can never, ever, have realized this could possibly be harmful and you need a little lecture ...
Hey, Angel, we have similar sprays, my UK favourite was Febreeze then they mucked with it and added a sickly sweet perfume, ew.
I can smoke indoors (and probably will again come wintry nights) but I really like having a place to go. I jest sits, and smokes, and thinks, and then I thinks some more, and then I go back inside. It makes a break in the day
My smoking place has only recently been finished but yay I am loving it. There was a little song hopping through my brain, I could while away the hours, conferring with the flowers, consorting with the rain, and my head I'd be scratching as my thoughts were busy hatching if I only had a
I quit for a while and when I started again, one or two a day, even though I lived alone, I didn’t want to go through all the fuss of getting the smell out ever again. My courtyard became my special place, fab in summer, but I smoked there even mid-winter. In fact once I put on my wellies, my parka, my hat, my gloves, got my strongest umbrella because it was snowing so hard, went out to my smoking bench in my courtyard, and realized I had forgotten to take the cigarette.
Now I have a smoking terrace. (That's it, in my new profile pic) One good side-effect, it has halved the amount I smoke because I keep thinking I'll just finish this before I go out ...
I HAVE noticed I'm a bit tetchy. I wonder if abruptly halving my nicotine intake is having an effect
All done and dusted, the cat is hiding somewhere but the dog is sleeping calmly in the study. She frowned a bit when it started but I switched on Leonard Cohen and after a few minutes went to watch from the upstairs patio. Good stuff. And not a single dog barking anywhere - I think all shocked into silence, or sent away for the night, or drugged.
So that was fine. I wonder if I have changed as much as she has because of this move?
Mic, mine is snoring so thunderously the walls are trembling, after our marathon walk. I should have done your trick and caught zzz under the trees, though, I'm ready to curl up and go to sleep and still 45 minutes to lighting the fuse!
Bear, then I am completely puzzled because I always believed it was previous experience which had made my rescue dogs nervous, but all 3 of yours have the same history
RE: a independent women would't have to do all this.. wouldn't men just love this ?
Yup, I treat my man like this.Actually, though, the rule is - treat your man like a king, 9 days out of 10. On the 10th, treat like your lackey. He will accept both unquestioningly and it will stop him taking you for granted.