It's not a pride thing, it's a reciprocity thing.
I'm talking about his pride.
I made efforts for years, why should it remain on me?
The answer to that depends upon what you want to accomplish.
It's not a pride thing, it's a reciprocity thing.
I'm talking about his pride.
I made efforts for years, why should it remain on me?
The answer to that depends upon what you want to accomplish.
Maybe you should ask to speak to him. Pride is a funny thing, you know. Could it be that he's thinking "she hasn't talked to me in all these years, and she knows I'm concerned about her. She calls the house and talks and knows I'm here but doesn't even ask to speak to me."
Possibly?
Well, it was me who said them.
Once you pick a girl up, you've got to let her down at some point, especially if she's got a hefty arse.
take this 72 yes/no question test to find out.. http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/jtypes2.asp.
I'm a FUSP.
immersed in fireflies and enchanting lakeside glows, is worth a monstrous toil through grayed out city lights and cigarette butts scattered round listless strangers scurrying to and fro.
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In a fitful dream of shimmering imgages and bare toothed succubuses, he reached through and grabbed onto the only consciousness he had left, and waited through the hours of darkness before morning.
so this is inspired by my favorite poet edgar allen john doe!
sometimes we just need to say something completely goofy to relieve tension and have fun.
the pineapple king, with a feather in his hat and a spring in his step, finally helped the chicken cross the road!.
Once the stars quit spinning and the birds quit chirping, he reflected on the thought that french kissing a hot light socket was probably not the best idea he'd ever had.
immersed in fireflies and enchanting lakeside glows, is worth a monstrous toil through grayed out city lights and cigarette butts scattered round listless strangers scurrying to and fro.
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Only the ones playing in my head crapola.
Who asked you?
for your opinion.