Okay, can I add a gross underwear story to my binky story? Will you still respect me in the morning? I've mentioned before that I wear my late husband's underwear as kind of a comfort thing (something I also did before he died, when he was travelling and I missed him) but now with the dog, before I put on underwear, I have to check the crotch and see if the dog has actually chewed through it or if it's wearable (yes, it's clean, ewww, but it sits in a pile on the floor usually until laundry day). Sometime I wear the pair with the smallest hole and pray for no ER visits.
ETA: And can I assume this means Patrick will never want to date me?
I once had mice that I didn't realize I had until they ate the crotch of my underwear. Of course, i jumped to the most "logical" conclusion and googled "corrosive vagina disease" and made a gyno appt thinking I was leaking acid. It wasn't until I called my mom crying that she was like uhh you have mice moron!
MCC for the win! I'm dying laughing over corrosive vagina disease!
Okay, can I add a gross underwear story to my binky story? Will you still respect me in the morning? I've mentioned before that I wear my late husband's underwear as kind of a comfort thing (something I also did before he died, when he was travelling and I missed him) but now with the dog, before I put on underwear, I have to check the crotch and see if the dog has actually chewed through it or if it's wearable (yes, it's clean, ewww, but it sits in a pile on the floor usually until laundry day). Sometime I wear the pair with the smallest hole and pray for no ER visits.
ETA: And can I assume this means Patrick will never want to date me?
I once had mice that I didn't realize I had until they ate the crotch of my underwear. Of course, i jumped to the most "logical" conclusion and googled "corrosive vagina disease" and made a gyno appt thinking I was leaking acid. It wasn't until I called my mom crying that she was like uhh you have mice moron!
After XFI, I lived with my mom for a bit. Her dog would eat the crotch out of my underwear. One time, I was running late and threw on some jeans and left, looked down in the car and realized she had chewed through the crotch of my jeans. I had to go back and changed. At least I discovered it before I got out of the car.
Okay, can I add a gross underwear story to my binky story? Will you still respect me in the morning? I've mentioned before that I wear my late husband's underwear as kind of a comfort thing (something I also did before he died, when he was travelling and I missed him) but now with the dog, before I put on underwear, I have to check the crotch and see if the dog has actually chewed through it or if it's wearable (yes, it's clean, ewww, but it sits in a pile on the floor usually until laundry day). Sometime I wear the pair with the smallest hole and pray for no ER visits.
ETA: And can I assume this means Patrick will never want to date me?
I once had mice that I didn't realize I had until they ate the crotch of my underwear. Of course, i jumped to the most "logical" conclusion and googled "corrosive vagina disease" and made a gyno appt thinking I was leaking acid. It wasn't until I called my mom crying that she was like uhh you have mice moron!
my friends dog chewed mine and my friends underwear to pieces.
Okay, can I add a gross underwear story to my binky story? Will you still respect me in the morning? I've mentioned before that I wear my late husband's underwear as kind of a comfort thing (something I also did before he died, when he was travelling and I missed him) but now with the dog, before I put on underwear, I have to check the crotch and see if the dog has actually chewed through it or if it's wearable (yes, it's clean, ewww, but it sits in a pile on the floor usually until laundry day). Sometime I wear the pair with the smallest hole and pray for no ER visits.
ETA: And can I assume this means Patrick will never want to date me?
I once had mice that I didn't realize I had until they ate the crotch of my underwear. Of course, i jumped to the most "logical" conclusion and googled "corrosive vagina disease" and made a gyno appt thinking I was leaking acid. It wasn't until I called my mom crying that she was like uhh you have mice moron!
I once had mice that I didn't realize I had until they ate the crotch of my underwear. Of course, i jumped to the most "logical" conclusion and googled "corrosive vagina disease" and made a gyno appt thinking I was leaking acid. It wasn't until I called my mom crying that she was like uhh you have mice moron!
MCC for the win! I'm dying laughing over corrosive vagina disease!
Okay, can I add a gross underwear story to my binky story? Will you still respect me in the morning? I've mentioned before that I wear my late husband's underwear as kind of a comfort thing (something I also did before he died, when he was travelling and I missed him) but now with the dog, before I put on underwear, I have to check the crotch and see if the dog has actually chewed through it or if it's wearable (yes, it's clean, ewww, but it sits in a pile on the floor usually until laundry day). Sometime I wear the pair with the smallest hole and pray for no ER visits.
ETA: And can I assume this means Patrick will never want to date me?
I once had mice that I didn't realize I had until they ate the crotch of my underwear. Of course, i jumped to the most "logical" conclusion and googled "corrosive vagina disease" and made a gyno appt thinking I was leaking acid. It wasn't until I called my mom crying that she was like uhh you have mice moron!
Dang it! I can't believe I missed FFFC. I've been saving one up since last weekend! It sucks I had to work literally all day. :/
Anyway, here goes:
I haven't had really good sex in a few months, so needless to say I've been craving it. Unfortunately though, there's no one right now I'm interested in sleeping with- especially just for the sake of having sex. So last weekend I hung out with my friend that is a really awesome guy who wants to be more than friends, though I'm not sexually attracted to him. I had too many drinks and made bad decisions. We made out throughout the night (he's a really great kisser btw), and when the bar closed down he came back to my place and went down on me- totally unsolicited and unreciprocated. He went at it for about 30 minutes without complaint, and it was possibly the best I've had.
And he wants to do it again. And I think I might let him.
Dang it! I can't believe I missed FFFC. I've been saving one up since last weekend! It sucks I had to work literally all day. :/
Anyway, here goes:
I haven't had really good sex in a few months, so needless to say I've been craving it. Unfortunately though, there's no one right now I'm interested in sleeping with- especially just for the sake of having sex. So last weekend I hung out with my friend that is a really awesome guy who wants to be more than friends, though I'm not sexually attracted to him. I had too many drinks and made bad decisions. We made out throughout the night (he's a really great kisser btw), and when the bar closed down he came back to my place and went down on me- totally unsolicited and unreciprocated. He went at it for about 30 minutes without complaint, and it was possibly the best I've had.
And he wants to do it again. And I think I might let him.
Post by blondnearby on Oct 26, 2012 20:14:02 GMT -5
I had sex last night...and now I don't think I am as into the guy as he is in to me. I am totally copping a MCC and saying it was just too vanilla. I think I may go back to my trusty friend who I had before I was in my last relationship but I have a feeling he may like me again. I don't want feelings getting wrapped up in this shit. I need a more business-like arrangement.