Misadventures in Dating

Went to see the movie last night. Fucking brilliant!

A few people told me it reminded them of me/my blog. Not expecting much I sat there thinking about the chick next to me and the fact that all I wanted to do was twiddle her bead.

First off the move is spot on, men are simple and we are all the same. No matter how we dress it up, we are all full of shit and are thinking about getting into your knickers.

Now being an asshole is actually about being confident. I know what you’re thinking, but bear with me. It’s being confident in what you know and believe to be true. The conviction to stick with it.

Women are no different from men in that they to play a game. They parade around in their tight clothes with their tits and ass hanging out, dropping a chunk of their salary on haircuts, makeup and the like.

Lets get down to the crux of the matter. I BLAME FUCKING DISNEY! They have underhandedly convinced little girls out that there is a prince charming that will come and take care of them. BULLSHIT! I say. Take this line I pulled out of a chicks profile;

…Fairy tales I have grown up on… and so on…

The man they end up marrying is usually the one they can deal with and is not an “asshole” which is all relative to the guys they have dated. And if he is one of those unlucky bastards, he is probably well on his way to being emasculated…

Here is another excerpt from the profile on who she is looking for;

About You: Intelligent and witty, with a great sense of humor. Fun, outgoing, confident, and attractive. Kind, empathetic and concerned about issues larger than yourself. Open-minded and insightful. You value intelligence, self-assuredness and spunk in a woman. You are a good conversationalist; you believe in the importance of good communication and are relatively at ease when expressing yourself. You enjoy traveling and exploring other cultures. You take care of yourself and take pride in your physical appearance. You are passionate and a romantic at heart. And, you are my friend.

What about the flaws? Or does a mans checklist not have room in there for them? Now is it me, or is she looking for a bloody robot?

I mean come on! What happened to individuality and going against the grain. Has the world been reduced to being a pack of sheeple that are guided towards trashy reality shows and a gossip culture so as to not pay attention to the real problems facing us? When last have any of you researched a topic or issue and not just taken it at face value because the Times or WSJ told you what they think you should know?

Anyway, at the end of the day, chicks dig assholes and assholes dig hot chicks.

Speaking of which here is my fave quote out of the movie;

Mike: You’re all about comfort and efficiency!

Abby Richter: What’s wrong with comfort and efficiency?

Mike: Well nothing, except no one wants to fuck it.

So if you’re fat, hit the stair-master shed a few pounds and slut it up a bit. If you are ugly, well god help you.

Now guys, go bag some snatch!

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The Thirst that is impossible to quench.

People are such a funny animal. We are taught to be a certain way, do certain things and live a certain way. When we are children, we are taught to play fair and share our toys. When we are teenagers, we are taught to study hard and go to school to make better lives for ourselves. When we are out of school  we are told to work hard and keep focus to have a good future and become successful. All this is for what? Yes you are right it is all in the master goal of getting married and having children and propagating.

There is one problem, we are also taught and told that once you are married you are to stay faithful and be a good husband. There is one problem with all of this. Everything that we discussed about children and growing up and working are tasks that are reasonable and possible to attain. The one final task is literally impossible. It is like asking me to fly. FLY? What you fucking blind man. How the fuck do you expect me to fly? Do you see any fucking wings on my back? Do I look like a fucking pterodactyl?

That is exactly the point. There is and will always be a thirst that is impossible to quench and that is the thirst for new pussy. I don’t care who you are and what you say, every single man feels exactly the same way about this. It is like the empty pit in your stomach that is never filled. One can spend days and nights thinking about a solution to this and come up with absolutely nothing.

Aside: Yes many of you may say that there is an answer to this problem and all it is is to go out and bang a chick when no one is around and you will be fine. No my friend. The problem is that women are trained to know and smell weakness and tom foolery in you. See chapter on They are trained to complain..Don’t think that these thoughts are new to the world you dummy. This has been going on for centuries and all those mothers who have taught their daughters to hate because they hate, have taught them the same thing. And let me tell you the first lesson they teach them , is to complain. It is the lesson of trying to find out if you are fucking around on them. It is a lesson that they will never master, but we are such stupid animals that we have no idea how to tell the difference and we seem to get caught EVERY TIME. Oh and let me tell you once you are caught there is no forgetting! Ever…

I must admit that there is one thing that I do appreciate about Arab culture and it’s that they know and understand how men are and they accept that we must have more than one piece of ass. The only problem with those idiots is that they go and marry all these broads and what do you have then? Multiple women who are taught to hate you…Fucking morons!

Just the other night, I went to dinner with a chick. Sitting at a table right next to us was this couple and the piece of ass that was with this guy made me want to puke on my food and still eat it because the puke was caused by such a beautiful piece of ass. I mean I even sat right in front of her just so I could stare at her with my piercing glare. See chapter on The piercing glare. All I did was think about banging this chick an telling her I love her. While I knew from her dumb ass smile I would be more mean to her than anyone I have ever had the chance to be mean to. I mean this chick was dumb. At the same time I wondered whether I would allow her to shit on my face just to see her pussy. Sadly enough the answer was yes. I would allow her to shit on my face just to have a chance to get a glimpse of that beautiful little pussy.

Advice: Move to Iran, marry your cousin and live a peaceful life with no worries about the thirst. Because I can guarantee you that you will not fuck with cheating in that country. There is one thing that will get my mind off of pussy and that is spending my life in jail. Or you can go to the doctor and start that shock therapy they used to do the homosexuals in the 50’s. Whatever way you look at it, you are cursed for ever. This maybe some sort of payback for all of the bad things that you did in the past.

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Spot: Her Place
Chic: 29/Greek
Body type: Fit
Occupation: Who cares

For the last couple of weeks I have been doing more commentary than anything else because I found the women of New York to be unworthy of the challenge. Till last night…

I got to the gym at about 930 in the P.M. last night. Started with cardio, continuously dropping and raising the speed on the treadmill at sporadic intervals for 45 minutes. 10 maybe 15 minutes in she stepped up onto the vacant treadmill next to me. We’re both running, stealing glances at one another through the reflection of the windows or just blatantly checking out each others ass, when she asked why I kept adjusting the speed over and over. Not thinking anything of it I told her the truth, by using different intensity levels my body is shocked with different sprint sets and it improves my stamina in and out of the gym.

Here is where it got interesting, “Tanya” asked how long I could go for. I told her I could go 11 or 12 minutes at about 8.5. Apparently she was talking about sex because she said her men had to last longer than 12 minutes.

Anyone else would say forget it and continue running. But me being me, had to set the record straight. Now any man can ask a chick out to dinner, how many of you pussies can actually cook for them? I told her to come over and I would cook for her.

Apparently she is smarter than the usual piece of ass I pick up, she declined saying that she doesn’t go to a guys place after just meeting them, but she did offer to have me over for dinner, with one condition. She asked if I could behave. Looking her straight in the eyes, I said, “if you wanted a good guy you wouldn’t be asking me to come over.”

Luckily I only lived a few blocks from her so we decided to meet in an hour or so. Now with only 30 minutes before Whole Foods closed I decided to pull a move straight out of Top Gun, kind of…

Her doorman lets me up, she greets me with a surprised look on her face. I had gotten there early, not only was I early, I went home picked up a duffel with clothes and got to her place 45 mins early. Who are we kidding, we already saw each other sweaty and disgusting at the gym. She asked what the duffel was for to which I said, I thought I could take a shower at her place, didn’t want to eat too late. She led me to her kitchen…

Stumbling around in her kitchen I eventually get situated and start my prep work. She asked if she could help, but I declined. After all I told her I would cook for her. Conversation flowed easily, innuendo almost boiling over a few times. Finally the food was done, both not showered we dove right into the food, I made grilled tilpia in a spice rub with broccoli rabbe and some lemon potatoes. By the end of dinner we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Within moments we were stark naked.

Now I don’t know about you, but I love to eat pussy, hell I will eat that shit for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But what I won’t do is eat her out after the gym without showering. The smart girl she was led me to her shower, pretty big I may say, you could probably fit 6 people in there. Watching the water and soap glistening off of her body I bent her over, dropped to my knees, parting her cheeks and started eating as best as I could. And I eat like a fucking champ. Thumb in her pussy, middle finger in her ass, index finger playing and my tongue licking everything in between I could feel her heart pulsating and her body beginning to tense up. I could be selfish and just start fucking her, but instead I picked her up onto my shoulders with her back against the wall and slipped my tongue in as far as I could get and I sucked like no other. Ended up fucking in the shower, the kitchen, the living room. Basically she gave me a tour of the entire place leaving the bedroom for last. Finally we make it to the bedroom, barely any life left in me she left to get some water. Looking around I saw something on her night table.

This chick was a fucking whore. Looking me right in the face was her wedding picture. Now I don’t usually have morals and I wasn’t about to start. The moment she came back in I threw her to the bed, put her on all fours and started fucking the shit out of her while reaching around to kiss her while making her look at her wedding picture. Feeling sorry for the poor douche that married this hot piece of ass, I flipped her over, ripped off the condom and came all over her face and chest.

As I was walking out I told her to give me a call the next time her husband wasn’t around. It’s now 5PM and I have gotten no less that 4 phone calls and 15 text messeges asking when she could see me again.

Advice: Hit the gym and learn to cook boys…

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There are a few posts on BL1Y’s Blog which have garnered the attention of both the thin and thinly challenged.

To keep it simple, if you aren’t within 5-10lbs of this (height proportionate of course), you my friend, are fat!

Now hit the gym and shed a few dozen pounds…

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Are you fucking kidding me? (taken from AskMen.com)

Listen I grew up on 70’s porn (was all I could dig up from my fathers collection when I was a teen in the 90’s) but I like a clean, smooth twat as much as the next guy, maybe even a tightly trimmed landing strip. But a return to the powder puff of the 70’s? Hell no!

Chics and guys I would appreciate your comments/views on this topic seeing as it affects ALL of us…

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Spot: DABA Central (Ulysses)
Chic: 29/American Mutt (WASP)
Body type: Pilates
Occupation: Analyst

As we all know Ulysses is the mecca of the bar scene below Centre Street. It is here every Thursday evening both men and chics swing by for at least one drink to peruse the menu of bankers, traders, analysts, lawyers and other financial types that seek solace in a pint/drink/martini and the opportunity to wake up next to what at some point in the night was a “hot” warm body the next morning.

Perhaps this is where the DABA’s train their little DABIT’s from time to time. Understand that the average woman who goes to Ulysses is not to be underestimated, after all they are not the prey, they are the hunters. I know many DABA’s that have made the leap to MABA by meeting their then FBF at Ulysses.

Finding my usual spot at the bar (sans suit of course) about to have dinner after a long weathering day in the office, not in the mood for the “game” that ensues around, I concentrate on my turkey club and fries while catching up with the bartenders.

Here is the mistake most men who go to Ulysses make. It doesn’t matter if you wear a $3,000 suit when you live in fucking Brooklyn. Most women there want a man that has the “100″ at the start of his zip code. Now if you happen to saunter in shortly after Happy Hour starts in regular clothes, the first thing the astute DABA thinks is you live in the area, hence you are desirable.

I forgot to change my watch to something a bit more subdued. Like true gold diggers they found me. Now I usually wouldn’t mind, but I had my Turkey Sandwich sitting in front of me waiting to be devoured. Yet I had to put up with these pushy little twats coming to order drinks next to me and “accidentally” bumping in to me.

Deciding I had to have my sandwich and eat it, I waited for the right DABA. Eventually she showed, not a fault could be found with her physique. A goddess by any standard or definition.

As she ordered her drink and the bartender was about to charge her, I said to put it on my tab and went back to my sandwich. Surpirised I didn’ start talking to her, she asked why I would buy a drink and not say a word to her.

I simply replied, “you are kinda cute,” and once again went back to my sandwich.

Aside: She knows I am interested but not how much I’m interested. I would have probably ran around the bar naked for a shot at doing her. But I couldn’t let her know that.

Taking initiative upon herself she engages me in conversation, pretty smart I must say. When I was done eating I got up and told her to enjoy her evening. With a look of bewilderment on her face she asked if I were leaving already.

Here was my “in” so to speak. I could stay there and dance around the topic of sex all night or I could git er done.

Walking past her, I ran my fingers down her forearm till I grabbed hold of her hand and led her outside while she asked where we were going to which i relied, “my place or yours?”

Seeing as she lived maybe a block and a half away we went to her place. By the time we got out of her elevator, I was 3 fingers deep into her cheech.

Now I can tell you about the sex, but instead lets play a game, I’ll leave some space here and you fill it in with your version.

The next morning as I gathered my shyte to head home, cliche asks when we would be going out to dinner. Overcome with laughter, I gave her a “misadventuresindating.net” card and said wait for the DABA post, if you still want to talk to me, find my number…

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Spot: Churrascaria Porcao
Chic: 28/Brazilian
Body type: Brazilian
Occupation: Doctor

I won’t hit on a chic at the gym unless she’s in tight tights, bent over on a leg machine with a phenomenal ass staring up at me. With that said, this beauty from Ipanema had all of the above and well, she was nothing short of amazing.

I made my way through every leg machine in her sight line (good thing I planned on working back that day) I threw gym etiquette to the wind by asking her out. I wish I can tell you I came up with some great line, but in simplicity there is beauty… And nothing as simply beautiful as the “yes” that rolled off her tongue.

Seeing as Sunday was too short a notice, and we both had plans, the next day would have to do.

Side note: Typically the easiest way to have a chic feel comfortable with you in the blink of an eye is to take her somewhere indicative of her culture/upbringing. In most cases, after religion, Brazilians love their food.

We met at Churrascaria Porcao, on Park Ave. Turns out we had a lot in common, we are both aggressive type A’s that need to get what we want and it turns out she is a Doctor, jokingly I said you aren’t a Chiropractor are you? I hear they aren’t really doctors… Apparently she found that funny and moved closer to me (I wouldn’t date a chiro, they are just average).

Through conversation, she said if I thought I was getting lucky tonight, I was sorely mistaken. Nonchalantly I said, “what makes you think I would sleep with you?” If she was anything that resembled a type A, her ego would parlay my rebuttal into a challenge.

Either way I win! No?

Being the chosen one that I am, we ended up at my place. Now I can go into details about the mind blowing sex I had with her, but the crux of the story is what happened in the morning while I was getting ready for work.

Side note 2: Brazilians, tend to be very religious (except we used a condom or 6) and respectful to older people. Plus they are the most beautiful women in the world!

My day usually begins at 5:30 in the AM, TV comes on with financial news, all the speakers throughout are a buzz with whatever the TV is spitting out.

I invite her to come shower with me and I even offered her  a toothbrush (we know it was going straight into the bin after she left, after all this was to be a one time appearance) to go with the shower. She declined saying she needed a few more minutes in bed.

OK, I had morning wood and had to basically pee upside down, I took a shower and got ready for work.

House Keeper: My house keeper is the shit, after my mother there is my house keeper and my secretary, no other women will ever come close. She has been with me for 4-5 years. She makes my breakfast, freshly squeezed OJ everyday, keeps my place clean, does my laundry and if she finds lingering thongs strewn about, she throws them away, never to be found.

I gently nudged Ipanema to get dressed and she said it;

“It’s OK, I can stay here and leave after you go to work.”

In my mind I’m like fuck no, so I did what any smart man would do. I told her to listen carefully, to which she heard my housekeeper setting my breakfast up. She asked who was that since I told her I lived alone.

I looked her square in the eye and said, “It’s my mom, she came to make me breakfast today.”

With the a look of fright and embarrassment she threw her clothes on and “convinced” me to sneak her out of my place.

Smiling I sat at the counter about to dig into my breakfast when my housekeeper bursts out laughing and says, “let me guess, I’m your mother?”

To which I said yes….

It’s now about 9:30 in the AM and I have already received 2 text messages from my Ipanema asking when we are going out again.

I think not….

Game, set and match? Me!

Ciao

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Spot: Brandy Library
Chic: 28/German
Body type: Fit
Occupation: Lawyer

Usually my friends and I do brunch once a week, seeing as this weekend one of our friends was going to commit social suicide (get married to a magnificent cunt), we decided on drinks at Brandy Library to celebrate his demise and keep the tradition of our weekly gathering.

Despite not having any strippers there, the place was filled with whores, perhaps not professionals, but gold diggers alike.

I was the last to join the group as I was kept back at work for an extra hour. By the time I got there, my buddies were multiple drinks in and slurring, a pleasant surprise was the grouping of what seemed to be a pack of Jersey girls (easy ass) seated a few tables over, complete with the big noses and overdone makeup. As I settled into my seat, drink in hand and being caught up on the conversations gone by, I noticed her, behind the gaggle Bon Jovi fans.

There she stood, I would venture to say she was 5′10, long legs that could probably be wrapped around you twice and subtle breasts that would convert any ass man. Utterly confused, not knowing what I should do, I made my way over to the bar and asked if she were hungry.

I assume she was taken back, we were at a bar and I asked if she were hungry instead of asking if she wanted a drink. In what I think was interest to see where I was going with this she said yes. I closed out my tab and left for Benihana.

Side note: Now I know what you are thinking. Why Benihana? Any douche could have taken her to Gyu-Kaku or something of the like. But I figured she had the world and more offered to her more times than I care to count and she is probably sick of it.

Stunned that I would take her from Brandy Library to a run of the mill hibachi spot, pleasantly surprised, she said she was relieved that I wasn’t taking her to Bond Street or Cipriani’s like all the other Bankers and Lawyers that pursued her.

If you have ever been, this place is for the masses, nothing special about it, other than the teppanyaki. A few bottles of saki, some fried rice and meat, we were laughing our asses off when we glanced over the subject of sex.

Obviously I perked up when she said she always wanted to be watched but didn’t think she could have a third person in the room watching her.

With that these simple words rolled out of my mouth, “Would you say you’re adventurous?”

Taking a moment to deliberate over her answer she asked what I had in mind. And again I repeated myself this time gently squeezing the inside of her thigh. Where she said yes, but she still couldn’t deal with a third person.

I told her not to worry, there are multiple ways to get your fantasy.

Having done this before I called ahead to the Hilton Times Square for a room on the 4th floor, while watching her smile with the street lights glistening through the cabs window onto her lips, neck and chest. Inhibitions out the window we started making out in the cab, my hands running the course of her incredibly long legs and squeezing her ass.

Barely able to keep my hands off of her while we checked in, we finally made it to the room, the foreplay was on the walls, the bed and even in the shower. But the main event took center stage at the window facing Times Square, her nipples pressed up against the glass, with one leg raised onto the sill with me taking her from behind. I could see her reflection and she smiled more and more when she noticed people noticing her.

After a few more positions with her trying to dig her fingers into the window, my favorite being her facing the window with both legs spread open up on the sill reaching over her head holding onto mine (no pun intended) and me sliding in and out of her with varying tempo and direction, we took it to the bed where she continued to orgasm after orgasm.

She could definitely move. Dare I say she may have even taught me a few things.

The next morning, I awoke to her bringing in breakfast from outside, which I actually liked. We got dressed and went our separate ways.

After putting her into a cab and waiting for mine, I realized I failed to ask for her number. With regret, I hopped into a cab headed home to get ready for work.

It wasn’t until I took cash out of my pocket to pay, when I noticed a key card and a slip of paper that read, “9P.M. same room, Rahel – (917)XXX-XXXX.”

I assume when she went out for breakfast she got the room for another day.

Looks like I will be having some evening delight later on tonight.

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Spot: Hudson Bar
Chic: 26/Cuban
Body type: Fit with long flowing hair
Occupation: Bartender

The night started off with what some would call a boring uneventful dinner with clients and their wives. As if having my mother constantly nagging as to when and/or if I would ever get married, I had to put up with a barrage of questions form my clients wives as they tried to pry into my social life. One went so far as to be willing to set me up with her daughter. To which I politely declined. After all fucking a co-worker is perfectly acceptable, on the other hand fucking your clients daughter when said client knows what you are due to his many nights out sans wife, is generally not a way to make your career.

Side note: This is one of my oldest clients, When I moved from my last company to their competitor he came without a question asked.

As the dinner wound down, picking up a scent that the gentlemen weren’t quite ready to go back to the hotel, but they didn’t want their wives to come out, I mentioned my analysts had just finished the proposal and we should stop by the office to hammer out the details. Reluctantly the ladies agreed as we had the car take them back to the hotel.

When the car cracked the corner, cigars were lit and the pats on my shoulder began. Now these guys were in their late 50’s and desperate for a night out on the town. Knowing they had a penchant for the 22-25 year old women, I decided there was only one place to take them to have their ego’s stroked. Hudson Bar.

Usually no one gets a table here, but I couldn’t have then standing like a bunch of schlubs waiting on the little pixies to wander over. So I did what I had to, a bottle of single malt scotch, a bottle of vodka and 3 bottles of champagne. Don’t worry they will be billed back for all this at some point I’m sure.

As the waitress was bringing the mixers to our table I slipped her a couple bills and asked she send over some women who weren’t put off by older men. So said so done. Within minutes the waitress was bringing chic after chic. When the guys got settled in with their lady friends I decided to set up position at the bar and perhaps find a warm body for the night.

True to form I gave the bartenders the once over and set up shop so to speak at the hottest ones station. Her body was ridiculous, not an ounce of fat, an ass you could eat all night and the right amount of perky tits for her 5′2″ frame. I leaned over ordered my drink and turned away to wait for my drink.

As expected she tried to get my attention to give me the drink, but I waiting till she leaned over to tap my shoulder. Turning around I said “sorry I couldn’t hear you” with my fathers sly smile half cocked.

We spent the next couple hours talking, flirting and probing for a little background on each other.

As the minutes turned to hours it was time for me to put my clients into a car and send them home. Good timing to, as she was closing out her shift.

After my clients were gone, I headed back upstairs, asked her for a piece of paper, I wrote down the name of a diner and I told her there would be a car waiting downstairs to bring her for breakfast in about 30 minutes and I walked away.

While I was walking away, she said “you don’t know my name, you haven’t asked for my number and what if I don’t show?” Turning around I said nothing ventured nothing gained and left.

Well I’m happy to blog she showed up at the diner and we had breakfast, it was here we introduced ourselves and exchanged names and numbers. I’m still trying to get over the fact that her name is Babbette. Deciding that I had to slow play her to get her in bed I dropped her home after breakfast and waited a few days to call her.

Now here is the thing about bartenders, they hear it all. So you have to make some form of effort.

Eventually Friday rolled around and I had taken the day off when I called her and asked for her address, initially she asked why and I said I needed to know where to pick her up.

When I picked her up. She kept asking where we were going, all I told her was to pack a bag in case we got wet. About an hour and half later we got to a vineyard on Long Island, not too far from a great hotel .

We spent a few hours on the tour and sampling different wines when I threw it out there. “We can stay for the night or we can go back to the city.”

Without any hesitation she agreed, we were both having a great time and decided to venture out of the area for dinner. Found a great hole in the wall restaurant where we shared stories and gained a bit of insight into each other.

After dinner we went back to the jacuzzi in our room. Now I don’t know about you but, Hot tub + wine + 2 horny people = A GREAT FUCKING TIME!

The sex was nothing short of great. I would even give her an A+.

We ended up making a weekend out of it and we still hook up every couple days. Maybe I can get her to do a 3 way with the Indian.

By the way she was Cuban, strike off number 4…

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There are a few types of men out there. The one I choose to talk about in this post is the little bitch ass motherfuckers who can’t stand on their own two feet that will probably sell out their best friends just to ingratiate themselves into a woman’s life.

In posts gone by one recurring line about women is “they don’t make them like they used to.” Too bad it’s not limited to women. There are  a bevy of men that fit that category. Hell they probably had the line made for them.

Said bitch boys, typically have delusions of grandeur thinking they will bed the babe unlucky enough to land on their radar. However it is safe to say if she does acknowledge him she wraps him in a bow and puts him into the friend box.

Bitch boys are also known to lack a spine and the testicular fortitude to take  a Type A head on. Instead they choose to hide in the shadows and “pass notes” trying to get ahead instead of swallowing a cock.

Now I’d like to hear from my  women readers (but not limited to) that read this blog. What is your opinion on these sniveling little bitches that try to pass themselves off as men, and when last have you met a real man that took charge, whose answer to your questions wasn’t “anything you want to do”, you know the one cut from the same cloth as say Steve McQueen…

Cheers

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