In My Way of Life, Joan Crawford says, "No one wants to hear about your problems. I think that is good advice.
I want a man to be sexy. If he has ailments, I do not want to know about them. Unless it is something like a cold, in which case, I can play Florence Nightengale for 5–7 days, and feel sweet and romantic towards him. But if you need medical devices and shit, just be discreet. That is not sexy, and it makes me feel like I am ****ing an old man.
Originally posted by Adam_PoE
In My Way of Life, Joan Crawford says, "No one wants to hear about your problems. I think that is good advice.I want a man to be sexy. If he has ailments, I do not want to know about them. Unless it is something like a cold, in which case, I can play Florence Nightengale for 5–7 days, and feel sweet and romantic towards him. But if you need medical devices and shit, just be discreet. That is not sexy, and it makes me feel like I am ****ing an old man.
yeeeeah, I'm not liking this theme you're applying to me, so get a grip on that imagination.
Originally posted by Robtard
Is Bash the forum's new official gimp? 😛
apparently?
I have a friend who is one of those guys who is good at every game (we all do) and he made scandalous amounts of money producing games for Sony, I mean he's been seeing the same girl since they were in school but he'd have no problem going out to get laid, he's built like a phone box too so deffo not dorky. Some of his coworkers were skinny, nerdy guys though.
Originally posted by samhainWell, yeah. If he's built, he's going to get action.
I have a friend who is one of those guys who is good at every game (we all do) and he made scandalous amounts of money producing games for Sony, I mean he's been seeing the same girl since they were in school but he'd have no problem going out to get laid, he's built like a phone box too so deffo not dorky. Some of his coworkers were skinny, nerdy guys though.
In my late teens I used to go the gym twice a week on average and ate healthy diets. My shoulders were big, my abdomen looks like a washboard and I had thunder thighs (not the fat woman kind, the strong muscly kind). Women would stare at me and blush constantly, (they still do) even the older ones!