http://haphappy.com/2010/11/how-a-wo...ave-on-a-date/
Don't be familiar with the headwaiter talking about the fun you had another time with someone else. Men deserve, desire your full attention.
http://haphappy.com/2010/11/how-a-wo...ave-on-a-date/
Don't be familiar with the headwaiter talking about the fun you had another time with someone else. Men deserve, desire your full attention.
That pretty much sums it up.
EDIT TO ADD: Be obedient and STFU.![]()
Last edited by NA4BH; 11-29-2010 at 10:49 PM. Reason: RAT BITCHES
"Friendships come in strange packages
The best ones are opened with a smile"
NA4BH '15
Gee, yah think?Don't be conspicuous talking to other men. The last straw is to pass out from too much liquor. Chances are your date will never call you again!
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Not really. They were simply encouraging the kind of etiquette that was expected of a young lady of that era. If it seems extreme just imagine the kind of etiquette that was expected of a young lady of 1838, or...1738, 1638 or for that matter, 1138.
Back in those days a womman had towo choices. Obey the rules or, find a guy like me who is very tolerant. Unfortunately thhese days I am not much of the romantic type.
Last edited by n2ize; 11-30-2010 at 11:38 AM.
I keep my 2 feet on the ground, and my head in the twilight zone.
Hello.
The last part, pass out, do that now and you (she) gets the humper thumper.
I flat out do not consider a woman who puts herself in such a position a rape victim.
It doesn't matter what you think in this case, Rudy. The law would indeed consider it rape, as would most other people. I don't think this is the sort of thing you want to be saying in a public forum lest it come back upon you some day. Remember that nothing you post on the Internet ever truly goes away.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
I've accidentally swallowed some Scrabble tiles. My next crap could spell disaster.