I actually thought it was quite funny.
(I am in a bitchy i-want-to-laugh-in-your-face-and-tell-you-you're-stupid mood today)
Well I laughed at her, and the advise given and then thanked my lucky stars I have never had such a thing happen to me :P
Can you bloody imagine being in bed with someone and having them look at you and out of fucking no where tell you "You don't smell la Beth. Really. You don't."
Funnyla.
He constantly reassures me that I don't smell, followed by a "I'm not very sexually experienced in bed".
He's obviously experienced enough to know how to get out of doing what he doesn't want to do. Personally I think he has a lot of experience in that area. His behavior is not good and not normal, but your feelings for him are keeping you from seeing it for what it is. Reassuring a woman that she doesn't smell does not come up in a healthy, loving relationship.
This would be the equivalent of someone writing to George Bush to assure him that he won't try to assassinate him at the conference on Tuesday... then he can also throw in, "besides, I'm not a very experienced marksman."
Now do you think GB and the Secret Service will think - Gee what a nice guy to not assassinate the president? No, they will think there is something very wrong with someone who even thinks such things.
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On a lighter less bitchy note, I want a baby la. A really cute one. With gorgeous blond hair.
And a button nose. If she's a girl, I'd name her Keisha or Brooke.. . If he's a boy.. Keith?
I want to be a single mother. As in like go to the sperm bank and request the sperm of a really hot blond guy with blue eyes. Save me the heartache of giving my child an incompetent father. Or worst- a man whore for a father.
Lighter note, not so light after all eh.
Much love guys.
