My Arch-nemesisI lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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I've only ever wondered if...It would be less of a grievous rapport. But seeing my gay friends, perhaps not.
If there were some chap out there who floated my boat I'm sure I would. Hasn't happened yet!
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Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Wed 5 May 2010, 13:05,
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That's the thing......and without wishing to offend any of my very dear gay friends on B3ta, of which of course I have MANY (not to mention the veritable avalanche of lesbian chums), I just couldn't get the hang of it. I've always wanted to be an Oscar Wilde-style dandy with rapier wit and sort of assumed man-lust came with the territory...
But when it was time to put my money where my mouth was, so to speak, I just ...couldn't. There was zero arousal factor. Most annoying. Now of course I'm married and grateful if I get any action at all. Perhaps I should have persisted - stuffed my face on that pillow and thought of England - Hurrah!
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Ha!I've no doubt there'd be more action if we were actually gay, I just find the chat up lines I've had tried on me a tad weird! (Not to mention the whole (hole?) arousal thing!)
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Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Wed 5 May 2010, 14:38,
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