last day….i was entering a lift..there was this 4 huge 7 foot tall..3 foot wide sudanese ***** in the lift…and i am like 5 feet 10…getting crushed between them..i have never felt so threatened before

Why do they not have an equal chance in dating?

There can be some tall jerk,…with money, status and friends who treats all his gf like crap….and they all happen to be hot *****.

Then you look at a modest cute little short guy who doesnt have a whole lot, works hard for a living, has routine, and is most of the time a nice kind guy…. A little on the ******* but would never hurt a fly.

Skylar sat happily on the bus seat next to her adorable boyfriend, Avery.
She lay on him while his arm around her and her head on his chest. Skylar was short, had long wavy brown hair, and amazing green eyes. Her features were dark and they stood out. She was skinny and muscular from swimming. Avery was tall, pale, and had grayish blonde hair. His lips were round and puffy but thin. He had big round eyes that were colored a bright cerulean blue. His look made you quiver as he walked past you, not in fear but, in the sense that your heart raced. He held Skylar close in his arm making sure he never let his grip up. He was very protective of her and would never let her go. Skylar was curled up with her feet on the seat and her palm on his inner thigh.
The bus stopped and Skylar stood up, waved good-bye to her friends for the weekend, and walked slowly off the bus followed sharply by Avery. She dropped her bag in the grass and lay down. Avery dropped his bag next to Skylars’ and walked to the other side next to her. He plopped down on the grass and began to play with the dead leaves on the ground. The autumn air was crisp and dry. The cold air bothered neither of them. Avery enjoyed autumn most out of all the seasons.
Skylar turned to him. “Babe, ready to head in?” She sat up next to him and took his always warm hands.
“Yeah.” He said with a smile toward her. He dropped her hand, got up, helped her up, and grabbed her hand again. They sauntered down the long driveway to the small house that Skylar lived in. They walked in and threw their book bags on Skylar’s bed. They walked over to the couch and Avery sat down.
“Want anything to eat?” Skylar asked as she went toward the kitchen.
“No, thank you. I believe I’m okay for now.” He replied with a smirk as she turned toward the living room. She set her drink on the table and began to cuddle with Avery. He turned the television to the music station. She looked at him with a grin.
“What do you think your doing, big boy?” She asked him.
“I think I just turned on some romantic music for the two hours we have alone.”
“Oh? So what does that mean?” She gave him a **** smile. He kissed her neck. She quivered as her heart began to pound. They had done this every time he came over and yet, her heart still couldn’t bear it. She grabbed the back of his head and moved it so that he kissed her mouth. He laid her on the couch and put himself over her holding himself up with his arms.
“Wait.” She said. He looked at her questioningly, but stood up so she could get up. “Before we start any of that, let me change out of my dorky uniform?”
“Of course. But why not just take it off right here? We can pretend I’m not here and you can do what you usually do.” He said with a hopeful grin on his face. When no one was home, Skylar enjoyed walking around the house without clothes on. She felt free and liked the air.
“But you are here. I’ll be right back.” She ambled to her bed room, waiting for Avery to walk in on her changing. She slipped off her skirt and watched the door. As she turned to take off her jacket Avery managed to slip himself in. “And just what do you think your doing?” She went to sit on his lap as he sat down on her computer chair.
“I thought I could help with picking an outfit out.” He raised an eyebrow in hopes. She stood up, took off her jacket and bent down to look for some pants.
“Crap. I have to run downstairs to the laundry room.”
“For what?” He said following her down the steep, wide stairs.
“For some pants.” She returned, looking in her clean clothes. He chuckled at her remark. She bent over looking in the dryer. “Stop looking at my ****.” She told him smiling.
“It’s just there. I can’t help it.” He said still looking. She grabbed some dark jeans and held them up for Avery’s approval. He nodded.
“I don’t have a **** so you can stair at the flat part where my **** is supposed to be.” She gave him a half smile, half frown.
“You have a fantastic ****.”
“I do not!” She retorted quickly, with a pouting face. He held his arms open in a motion to give her a hug. She ran to him, still holding her pants and he wrapped his arms around her. He held her back and she looked up at him, into his eyes.
“Your **** is good enough for me.” He said with a half smile. She gazed at him. She accepted his words and laid her head on his chest again. She yawned and slipped out of his arms to put her jeans on. They walked up stairs. She ran to the couch and Avery ran after her tickling her. She laid down, back to the leather, and started squealing and giggling. He laid on top of her as he did when they began kissing. She pecked his lips quickly and smirked at him, giving him a teasing look. He looked at her and tickled her sides once more. She squirmed and he kissed her mouth again. She took it and kissed him back again and again and again. She was hypnotized.

~Two~
“Girl, you are so lucky!!” screeched Sk
forget the ~two~ part.

We were together for three years.
And everything was perfect.
He worked 9-5 and I always got home an hour or two later than him because I work an hour and a halfs drive away.
But a few months after he proposed I finished work early and thought I’d surprise him and wait for him to finish work and then seduce him in my car. I was really happy and had everything planned – from lingerie to music.
I noticed a blonde woman, very tall and pretty, probably around eighteen years of age waiting outside his place of work too. (Upper car-park) I noticed because I was afraid she’d see us romping away.
I was right to worry but for the wrong reasons. As he came out my face lit up with delight and I switched on the engine.
But then I burst into tears at the sight of him walking over to her and passionatly kissing her.
They got into her car and I followed them, quite histerical at this point, black makeup all down me.
At this point I got a text from him which I didn’t open because I was driving, but I could see them laughing away in the car until they pulled up at a very lavish hotel.
I couldn’t hack the sight of them anymore and I drove home, eager to read his text. It read: ‘Sorry honey, mums not very well and dads stinking drunk, i’m gonna be the have a go hero and fly to venice this evening. be back in a couple of days. love you x’
This made me really mad.
When we eventually talked a couple of days later I voiced my anger at him but he seemed very remorseful but angry that I had followed him and ‘invaded his privacy’. He told me that he was going to discuss having an ‘open relationship’ and both of us allowing each other multiple partners.
At this point I through him and his ring out. He then text me saying ‘Ok ok you’re the only one for me babe, i love you and i can’t wait to see you in your white dress, say yes? xxxx’.
I really love him but he’s broken my heart.

I fancy two diffrent guys, they are both diffrent

(A) Tall, Into ALL sports, Funny, Fit, Lovely
(B) been mates 2 years, Funny, Small, Cute, Caring

I asked B if he wud ever think about me being his Girlfriend and he said yes and i know for a fact he turned down two girls he said he was thinking of me. He holds my hand, winks at me and hugs me and he says he loves me and calls me babe

A winks at me, notes how often i change my hair and hugs me abit

first people are telling me to date A and now they are telling me to date B. I like Physicly A the most but B in Personaltity and how we get on and shizz.

Anyway which one should i ask out or am i meant to be with ?
xx

What are the most attractive features in a guy? Which rouse you and which turn you on? Thats the question in general…

Fill this up for me now babes:-)

Your dream man should be:
how tall?
how fair or dark?
most attractive part of the body?
serious or casual?
knowledgable or funny?

I dont want some really cheesy sounding name to call him, but i dont want to keep calling him ****. He calls me shorty because im short.
Hes tall, strong, handsome, blonde/brownish hair, blue eyes. Any ideas of a nickname I could call him? Oh and his name is Neal.
But weve been going out for nearly seven months and all I can come up with is ****. He already has nicknames from inside jokes, but he doesnt like me using them because they are what his mates call him.
I dont think you people are getting my point, I cant think of one for him. I just need some ideas! I dont need everyone telling me that i shouldnt be asking on here.

im 14 years old, 6 feet tall, buff, sensitive at times, bulky at other times, i think im good looking( thats wat people tell me), but ive never dated or kissed a girld b4, i am confident when im not around girls, but im a ***** around them, as i blush and sweat. that only happens to girls i like and are mostly older than me. how can i be better, advice please, and im also very attracted to older babes
look how am i a baby, i hang out with 16 year olds, teachers think i failed classes cuz im more mature and bigger than the rest of the class

My husband is going to San Jose, Costa Rica for work.

The **** and I are tagging along for some low key adventures and will spend most days on our own ‘touristing’ in San Jose and the surrounding areas.

I have travelled extensively – alone and with other “grown ups”. Historically, I have recieved a lot of attention in certain cultures… I am blonde/blue, 6′ tall and busty. With out being crass, I am sometimes tremendously ‘popular’ with guys that like to spell out current deficiencies in thier *** lives (e.g. the lack of a six foot blonde.)

Normally I am quite comfortable and confident in my own abillity to deal with the chatter and even the occaisional physical advance that needs to be rebuffed. However I am concerned to be potentially placed in these situations with my boy.

Trust me, I am not heading out at night, going to bars or wearing a mini-anything. With wedding band firmly attached and cool head on my shoulders, am I going to have problems?

feminists, and Hilary C.?

LED ZEPPELIN LYRICS

“Living Loving Maid (She’s Just A Woman)”

With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat,
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman.
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac.
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman.

[Chorus]
Come on, **** on the round about, ride on the merry-go-round,
We all know what your name is, so you better lay your money down.

Alimony, alimony payin’ your bills,
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman.
When your conscience hits, you knock it back with pills.
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman.

[Chorus]

Tellin’ tall tales of how it used to be.
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman.
With the butler and the maid and the servants three.
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman.

Nobody hears a single word you say.
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman.
But you keep on talkin’ till your dyin’ day.
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman.

[Chorus]

Livin’, Lovin’, She’s just a woman.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ78VqzknTA