I’m sure this isn’t true of all women, but I just learned that 11 is the maximum number of times I’ll let a guy who scares me look at my (still photo-less) online dating profile without talking to me.
Sorry, sir, you give me the willies. I’m already wondering who’s gonna play me in the Lifetime movie based on this true story*. Gotta block you.
Also, your username is DanCurvesLeft**, and there’s no part of me that wants that. None of my happy places are to the left. I might be able to work with it, but…you’re creepy. And sure, maybe you’re referring to your baseball pitch, but again, you’re Creepy Creeperson, so I’m not willing to risk it.
*For the record, if you can get Anna Kendrick to stoop to Lifetime movies, she’s my first casting choice.
**Not his real username. I’m a bitch, not an asshole. May he find lifelong happiness with girl who enjoys attention and has an off-center g-spot.
For several years after I first started having sex, I didn’t think a man could give me a clitoral orgasm, and I didn’t really enjoy receiving oral sex. (It wasn’t unpleasant, but I was always more G-spot-oriented.)
Looking back, I’m really glad I never gave up. Good for you, Lady Parts.* Way to evolve.
*Oh, yeah, I capitalize it now. They’ve earned it!