Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

TIL that having a young female doc give a DRE isn't like the stories (whoda guessed?). My former grizzled old veteran doc was more generous with the lube than she was.
 
TIL that having a young female doc give a DRE isn't like the stories (whoda guessed?). My former grizzled old veteran doc was more generous with the lube than she was.
Eep. Hopefully she, at least, had more slender fingers.


You just want me for my mug, don't you? For the record, that doughnut is LONG gone.
Mmmmm, you do know how I like a good mug.
 
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Eep. Hopefully she, at leas, had more slender fingers.

She is professional, knowledgeable, smart, and has a disarming manner. Slender fingers, but all business at the moment of truth and proof that size is less important than technique. My (now retired) former doc would at least apologize first :rolleyes:. I'm sure it wasn't the highlight of her day either.

A fraction too much friction?

A fraction too much friction in a feature of nonfiction.
 
I didn't realise how terrifying my AV is until browsing Lit on my phone. Shite.

Pfft. You know you're gorgeous. :rose:


Unspoken rule of dating, if you want that third date, don't be a cheap ass, racist D-bag.
 
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I wish I knew that, I'd have been a much greater arsehole for sure.

I can't imagine a world in which dating is a good thing. If I was single I'd live a hermit life to avoid it.

I keep dipping my toes back into the dating pool, but I think it may be more because I feel like I should, than that I actually want a relationship because I bail at the slightest thing. (This last one was completely justified though.) I'm thinking I may be the one for me.
 
I keep dipping my toes back into the dating pool, but I think it may be more because I feel like I should, than that I actually want a relationship because I bail at the slightest thing. (This last one was completely justified though.) I'm thinking I may be the one for me.

I like to think of that wise nugget we all learned from Jurassic Park, that just because we can doesn't necessarily mean we should.

If you are more comfy with your own (admittedly wonderful) self, so be it and be happy, yes?
 
I keep dipping my toes back into the dating pool, but I think it may be more because I feel like I should, than that I actually want a relationship because I bail at the slightest thing. (This last one was completely justified though.) I'm thinking I may be the one for me.

I'm sure your toes are quite pretty, but I think you'd have better luck if you focused your presentation on your finest features: your mind and your snark. :rose:
 
I keep dipping my toes back into the dating pool, but I think it may be more because I feel like I should, than that I actually want a relationship because I bail at the slightest thing. (This last one was completely justified though.) I'm thinking I may be the one for me.

Dating. Hoo boy. I feel ya, saucy.
 
I like to think of that wise nugget we all learned from Jurassic Park, that just because we can doesn't necessarily mean we should.

If you are more comfy with your own (admittedly wonderful) self, so be it and be happy, yes?
The children worry I will be lonely when they leave. They may be right, and I will probably be old and decrepit by the time they go.

I'm sure your toes are quite pretty, but I think you'd have better luck if you focused your presentation on your finest features: your mind and your snark. :rose:
I have it on good authority (a lovely foot fetishist friend) that my toes are indeed top notch, but darling man, as if I could possible cover up this much snark. For instance, when the last one told me he expected me to wear high heels, I said, certainly--as long as he wore a butt plug for the evening so we could both be uncomfortable for each other's amusement.

Dating. Hoo boy. I feel ya, saucy.
I do think I may get a really hysterical, and possibly successful, book out of it. I have my dating stories pretty much down to a comedy routine.
 
I do think I may get a really hysterical, and possibly successful, book out of it. I have my dating stories pretty much down to a comedy routine.

A friend of my sister used to keep a blog about her online dating adventures. And by adventures, I mean disasters. While she was going on these terrible dates and blogging, she eventually reconnected with an old friend through Facebook and they ended up falling in love. Another friend turned the entire story into a play and produced it here in Chicago. On opening night her boyfriend proposed and now they are married and have a kid.

I went to the play and it was pretty good.
 
I have it on good authority (a lovely foot fetishist friend) that my toes are indeed top notch, but darling man, as if I could possible cover up this much snark. For instance, when the last one told me he expected me to wear high heels, I said, certainly--as long as he wore a butt plug for the evening so we could both be uncomfortable for each other's amusement.

Tis a lovely friend indeed, to appreciate such adorable appendages.



I would have loved to have been seated at the bar, sipping a single malt and people watching, as you, in your towery six inchers, and your beplugtacled date followed the hostess across the room, to your waiting table.

I would marvel, then smile knowingly at the similarity of your gaits.


A friend of my sister used to keep a blog about her online dating adventures. And by adventures, I mean disasters. While she was going on these terrible dates and blogging, she eventually reconnected with an old friend through Facebook and they ended up falling in love. Another friend turned the entire story into a play and produced it here in Chicago. On opening night her boyfriend proposed and now they are married and have a kid.

I went to the play and it was pretty good.


Did you bring a date?
 
The children worry I will be lonely when they leave. They may be right, and I will probably be old and decrepit by the time they go.

Good for them to be concerned, and while they may be right, I at least would rather be lonely with myself as company than be with the wrong person, and there lies the issue.

Is having a multitude of friends enough or is that special someone needed? Everyone answers that one differently. ;)

I do hope that you will find exactly what you need, whatever it may be.
 
Tis a lovely friend indeed, to appreciate such adorable appendages.



I would have loved to have been seated at the bar, sipping a single malt and people watching, as you, in your towery six inchers, and your beplugtacled date followed the hostess across the room, to your waiting table.

I would marvel, then smile knowingly at the similarity of your gaits.





Did you bring a date?

Nope! I went with a group of friends and family.
 
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