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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/24/2005 9:02:39 PM | Not when men are intimidated by you.....Noone buys you drinks.............
OT:.....Jump up and down naked with an erection to see if it feels as funny as it looks.
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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/24/2005 9:09:12 PM | Well, you would have to experience sex from their side, I mean that is one of the biggest differences between men and womens bodies. =)
I think the best thing would be haveing men try to get with me instead of haveing to fight to get with a woman, and recieving gifts would be nice.
Damn, I almost wish I were a woman, but I enjoy peeing standing up way too much. And being a TVT would be just wrong. . .
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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/24/2005 9:14:40 PM | | Bailey...are guys really intimidated by you? I mean you ARE very pretty...I've heard that from other hotties...that guys don't approach them as much...I remeber getting set up (College formals, etc) with really good looking girls that NEVER got asked out!! To answer the question...I'd just stay at home & play with my boobs all day... | |
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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/24/2005 9:31:12 PM | | Further on the subject....I dated about as much as humanly possible, and remember some of the girls that I got set up with, looked like they walked off the cover of Vogue magazine, and did **** about not getting asked out more, so I know of what you speak is true. My response was hey, its the 80's (yea I'm old) YOU initiate things. ANYWAY...when kissed their response was about like a girl who hadn't been kissed in a long time...which was good...sorry rambling...very bored.. | |
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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/24/2005 10:04:52 PM | | ^.....classic Bailey...In reality, I don't think I could handle the complexity of being female. The last few months have really opened my eyes as to what girls/ women notice that us guys are just blind too. I guess I just bumble through life...working, playing, and there are just so many things going on that I'm just clueless about...maybe I'm just an idiot? I constantly ask my wife now...are we good? Please tell me if there is something else I need to be doing, b/c being male & all I might not ctch the hints/ symptoms etc...This all came about when a sibling went through a not so good divorce (as if there is such a thing as an amicable one)that most people saw coming & wife was put in the middle of, and I had no clue...more rambling | |
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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/24/2005 11:27:32 PM | | I would be loving gentle caring responsible,and i would definatley teach men to finger and lick the right way and when and how to do this shit right u see my man can't he's got a rough touch | |
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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/24/2005 11:32:27 PM | | 4 a guy to touch me want me gently and go at it 4 hrs and when we"re finished go at it again then lick me like only a women can along with touch and smell and whispers and fingering | |
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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/24/2005 11:37:24 PM | If I could be a man for a day? Hmm.. I would of course pee on the side of the road and be lovin that I didn't get it all over me....also I would try to write my name. Then I would probably wack off all day, because that is what guys do, right? And then I would Have to find a hot chick to have sex with, because who doesn't want to know what that feels like? I would also find out all the "man" secrets I could and go back and tell all my girlfriends.
***I can do that boob dance thingy. | |
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| If you could be the opposite sex for a day......
Posted: 4/25/2005 12:53:07 AM | The ignorance on this thread, ladies, and I say that with love, is wonderful. You gals just rock.
OK, so me as a female as gorgeous as any of all y'all. Well, of course, assuming I'm alone, I'd start the day with a call to my mom. Then (or otherwise) I'd get up, have a shower for like an hour or maybe two, washing my hair, rinse, shampoo again, rinse, add conditioner, wait, touch up on a few things with the razor, rinse, etc, etc. After the shower, I'll figure out to imitate an arab with my towel and then I'd use my blow dryer to clear way more fog off the mirror than I need to. Then I'll spend a few minutes picking, probing, tweezing and otherwise correcting every single possible imperfection I can see.
At last, I'll begin applying makeup to my otherwise flawless visage. At this point, I can cradle my phone on my shoulder and listen to all the Voicemails for the calls I ignored all morning. Some guy has an interesting idea I don't follow but he mentioned brunch and I'm hungry so I call him back. He says he'll pick me up in fifteen minutes. I say an hour, hang up and resume primping. Then I call mom again.
After applying far too much makeup, I go to my closet and spend thirty minutes finding something to wear. I have three hundred possible combinations but absolutely nothing to wear. Reluctantly, I pick a totally hot outfit, like wow, you know? The doorbell rings and I let the "date" in and tell him to make himself comfortable while I spend another thirty minutes doing things no one will ever fully understand and try to remember the guy's name. Oh and I call mom because, like, maybe she knows, you know?
Finally ready, we head out for brunch where I order bunches of things and eat a mouthful of each and all I hear is blah blah blah but I get the feeling he's really into me. I yawn and say I have to go home now. He obliges. Once home, I listen to Voicemail and some guy says something about a party which seems like fun so I call him back. Then I call my mom again.
After shopping for a few hours for a dress for the party, I come home and take a nap with my "rabbit". Then I call my mom, hop back in the shower and well, you know how that goes. The party date arrives way too early (on time) to pick me up for the party. He waits half an hour while I decide against what I bought for the party and pick something else out of my closet to wear for the party.
He says I look hot, we go to the party, I flirt with every guy there, get some numbers and then, after getting home, wait for one of the guys I met at the party to pick me up. He's right on time and I'm pissed that he's so late. We go to a club and dance a bit, I get some more numbers and then we leave.
We get home, fool around for a while and then I telll him it's late and I have to go to bed. Head down, balls blue, he leaves. I go upstairs, retrieve the "rabbit" and buzz myself to sleep.
Just kidding. Kinda the best of the worst of my exes. | |
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