For anyone looking for an even-keeled, considerate lover, you're their man. You're sophisticated. You know what you want both in a relationship and outside of it. You have a substantial romantic side, and you're experienced enough sexually to handle yourself in that arena, too. Your future relationships will be long-lasting; you're classic "marrying material," a prize in the eyes of many.
It's possible that behind it all, you're a bit of a male slut. Your best friends know that in relationships you're fundamentally sex-driven. You're a safe, reliable guy, who does get laid. In a lot of ways, you're like a well-worn, comfortable pair of socks. Did you ever jack off into one of those? All the time. lmao!!! Yup Sure there horniekins
Your ideal mate is NOT a nut-job. She is giving and loving, like you, but also experienced. Avoid the The Battleaxe at all fucking costs. I know what you mean jelly bean.
CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, someone just like you. What just like me? What ever there GEEKTARD I ain't no "Maid of honor" So go and spank a Green monkey and sniff Moldy Sasquatch ballz got it nucker?
And an other thing i like to do is write from time to time. Poetry that is. Jus ask and I'll share abit with you. I also like to have fun. You know going out or just being tranquial. Whatevr Comes pops in my head.
I am transcendent, pleasant, and lenient
The beauty of your luminous eyes has captured me.
Intrigued by an endless star lit sky is all I can see............Being with you feels like I'm one step closer.
Closer to an abhorrence of forlorn being ultimately over..............This longing inside me smoldering like fire.
How can I demonstrate my ravenous desire?
These feral eternal conflagration fueling my sublime love.
Not meant to hurt, warm to the touch like an innocent dove.
Mutually we'll have to fabricate an amity of devotions.
Before long we'll feel each others deepest emotions.
Investing a day with you is warming and nice.
Like living an enchanting life in a serene paradise.
But what can I say we're only friends.
That's the way the portrait descends.