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Believing that is is possible that I could meet someone who could love and treasure and admire and be hot for me and be as good for me as my best friend and his fiancee are for each other, and who is kind, smart, emotionally mature, sexy, and a bit perverted in just the right ways, and who lives in the same town as me.
We forget that really women are this amazing thing - that men haven't ever really gotten out of high school and they need to be reminded that having a naked woman around is the best, THE BEST thing that could ever happen to them. Which they really do know. It's when we undervalue ourselves that things go wrong.
men haven't ever really gotten out of high school
We forget that really women are this amazing thing - that men | need to be reminded that having a naked woman around is the best, THE BEST thing that could ever happen to them. Which they really do know. It's when we undervalue ourselves that things go wrong.
Also, don't girls feel that wonder about naked boys?
Is that less misandrist, I hope?
but what arouses the sense of wonderment in women about men is related to something somewhat less tangible.
This kind of stuff goes for all of us. Sure, there are differences in the sexes. Sometimes those differences create tension, sometimes condescension, sometimes even hate. Putdowns do nothing but harm.
Also, don't girls feel that wonder about naked boys?
wanna skip algebra and get stoned in the woods?
I love you, Frisbee Girl.
I really do.
Believing that is is possible that I could meet someone who could love and treasure and admire and be hot for me and be as good for me as my best friend and his fiancee are for each other, and who is kind, smart, emotionally mature, sexy, and a bit perverted in just the right ways, and who lives in the same town as me.
if one man thinks like I do, I bet a bunch do. That means there are most likely other guys, like me, looking for the kind of response we (individually) crave from women like you.
The more these assertions are made or tropes are repeated, the more difficulty I have in reconciling myself versus the world everybody else seems to thrive in.
I said, in an attempt to bolster the shreds of confidence I have left, at 42, after six years of being single and hearing from my few lovers that well, in actual fact they are only attracted sexually to skinny skinny super babes in their twenties, don't take it the wrong way, hon, just deal with it, that I had to believe there were still men out there who were happy to be around me, or another naked woman, regardless of her age and/or body type. Who would value and appreciate my body as well as my brain.
your self-worth is still held hostage to someone else's feelings. Worse, to their hard-on. Is there anything more capricious?