...the type of man who is conscious of how his very handsome backside looks in a very tight pair or jeans, that's who!!
Where on earth am I? I like him, I love him even (in the loosest, most non-commital way one can make such a statement), and yet it didn't really put me off ... once indeed it was off. I remember many years ago a boyfriend of the time adorning himself with what can only be described as a market-stall paisley print shirt and dodgy canvas shoes unbefitting of the time and and indeed any fashion sense whatsoever ... it was enough to see me drink three drinks straight before I could overlook the fashion faux pax and go near him!! Not so with Mr M.
Where was I? Oh yes, Mr M: Events are not transpiring as I would have hoped. I continue to be tortured by his tremendous tendency to be oh so lovely, as well as his tendency to be oh so less than satisfactory. Many, many orgasms, and one hotel room night's worth of sheer tortuous pleasure since my last post and I fear that I fail to see the point of Mr M at all, despite the utopic state he reduces me to. Could I be suffering from the anticipated and somewhat dreaded 3 month itch, as I've now an overwhelming desire to tease a few men I know into a frenzy... I think I'll start with the easy option, Mr Marine :-)
I'm not entirely sure what to do about the thong though. What would you do?
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Wednesday, 20 January 2010
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