A friend of mine prefers the o’ naturelle look. I admire her for it. She has beautiful, long brown hair that has never been died, permed, or ironed. She has a gorgeous olive complexion that without a touch of artificial color glows. She also refuses to groom…down there, even with the pressure of her boyfriends, at least until recently.
A few weeks ago she became intimate with a new man. For the first time his fingers explored her body and he told her she was beautiful over and over again. Once his fingers made there way down south, though, the compliment chan
ged from you’re beautiful to ohmigod you have a lot of hair.
She only laughed. His reaction was not surprising because she’d heard it before. What happened next, though, hadn’t happened before.
He grabbed the book lamp from his bedside table and inspected her special place moving hair this way and that way in search of her goods.
She waited patiently despite the fact that she was ready for him to give her goods the attention they deserved, but seconds and then minutes passed where all he did was sigh and stammer as he foraged through her hair.
For the first time in her life and not out of shame, but out of impatience she went to the bathroom, found a razor, and did something she’d only heard her friends talk about.
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It’s in my nature to try and play matchmaker. There’s nothing more exciting than a blossoming new romance and if I see an opportunity among friends, then I jump at it.
Not too long ago I set up my friend Jen with a co-worker. I had a party and the two met with sparks flying. The next week they met for dinner and somehow things changed.
Jen called me the day after to tell me, hesitantly at that, he’s not that nice.
“He talked crap about all your friends the whole night. He even said some things about you, Sara. He said you throw boring parties and that he wished you would stop having them altogether because he felt obligated to go. But don’t worry, I told him off.”
“Who doesn’t like a good game of Taboo, homemade limoncillo, and my oh-so-favorite 80s party mix?” I retorted, pouting a little.
I’m grateful to Jen for standing up for me, for telling me about it so I wouldn’t try to set up this guy again, and for never calling him back. Thanks Jen.
Apparently, even the guys you’re friends date can break your heart too.
Direct from Mimzie’s Muzings is a hysterical dating story on mayonnaise. Yeah, you heard me. Mayonnaise.
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I recently heard about a woman that ran into her childhood neighbor at a wedding and ended up having an extra friendly reunion with him after the wedding. She is several years older than him and as a teenager she often babysat him during the summers. Now in her 30s and he in his 20s their rendezvous was completely legal, however, she’s left wondering if it was the right thing to do.
I say its ok since they are both adults and everyone deserves to fulfill a fantasy. If he were still her neighbor, then I’d suggest she avoid it. If you want to discover if you have stalker tendencies, then try dating a neighbor. My experience made me crazy because I started listening for his car, I would look to see if his lights were on, and towards the end I would become incensed when I’d call knowing he was home and not picking up.
Wanna lose your job or fill your daily life with whispers, gossip, and anxiety? Then you should date your boss.
Professor. Basically, avoid people in power. Sexy as he might be, you’ll be the one to be burned because you’re just the lowly student. Students don’t get tenure.
Tread carefully in friend’s ex-boyfriend waters. Guys seem to handle this well, but women aren’t so easy going about the idea. I personally believe that there is a statute of limitations. In other words, after awhile it shouldn’t matter if your friend dated him, but regardless, you should ask your friend if it’s ok. And if their relationship earned an 8 or 9 (out of 10) on the serious-relationship scale, then I wouldn’t ask at all. She’ll be pissed just at the idea of you kissing him.
Do you know what I mean when I say sportaholic? It’s the guy that is on a team for every co-ed sport, including kickball. You know him he gets mad when you don’t catch a fly ball. He is also the guy that will watch every televised baseball game available and will even Tivo the games so he can watch them twice. With this guy you’ll get about four days of undivided attention because every other day in the year he’s devoted to sports.
Similar to the sportaholic is the video game guy and the couch potato. Although hard to recognize at first, you’ll soon figure it out when he hasn’t been outside in days.
Who else? What guy am I missing?
