Actually heard this weekend: "..now my hands smell like dildo!"
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I have a complete and total inability to tell when a woman is attracted to me.
Seriously.
I'm such a dunce when it comes to that sort of thing, I almost need to be whacked over the head with the whole idea to even have it register.
Theres this girl I know, and aside from one pesky little thing (that isnt all that important in the long run), is nigh upon perfection. Shes uber-sexy, smart, funny. and I'm convinced she has no clue I even exist.
Now, my friend Rogue says she thinks this lady has a thing for me, based upon some of the conversations we've had..keeping in mind that Rogue has never even met the girl in question, so shes getting the conversations second hand.
But I remain unconvinced.
Maybe I'm just gun-shy? I mean, is it too soon after the whole break-up fiasco.
Or maybe the dating bits of my brain are broken. Is there a place you can go to get that sort of thing repaired?
I dont know.
In the meantime, I just let it ride.
Searching the skies.
For a sign that someone out there finds me slightly attractive.

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I have a complete and total inability to tell when a woman is attracted to me.
Seriously.
I'm such a dunce when it comes to that sort of thing, I almost need to be whacked over the head with the whole idea to even have it register.
Theres this girl I know, and aside from one pesky little thing (that isnt all that important in the long run), is nigh upon perfection. Shes uber-sexy, smart, funny. and I'm convinced she has no clue I even exist.
Now, my friend Rogue says she thinks this lady has a thing for me, based upon some of the conversations we've had..keeping in mind that Rogue has never even met the girl in question, so shes getting the conversations second hand.
But I remain unconvinced.
Maybe I'm just gun-shy? I mean, is it too soon after the whole break-up fiasco.
Or maybe the dating bits of my brain are broken. Is there a place you can go to get that sort of thing repaired?
I dont know.
In the meantime, I just let it ride.
Searching the skies.
For a sign that someone out there finds me slightly attractive.