What's your "uniform"? When you get dressed in the morning, what type of outfit do you typically wear? Why do you pick that particular combination of clothing?
Oh, the answers to the questions on your username were really interesting.
I was always the chesty girl that men came onto-- I was a magnet for sexually aggressive men, which is awful for a shy person to deal with.
I didn't put out either. Based on what 95% of the men I encountered were after immediately, when they knew nothing about me and really didn't want to anyway, that reinforced the need to really know and trust a guy before I'd even consider sleeping with him. I.e., if we're not exclusively dating and a couple, there is NO CHANCE IN HELL I'm sleeping with you.
Oh, the answers to the questions on your username were really interesting.
Thank you. I wasn't sure if I should be so candid, but then, that was the point of this whole thing, so...
Does that sound familiar?
It does, although it played out a bit differently for me. But I know what you mean. And it's not that I have anything against casual sex in theory, but that sort of attention just made me not want it. Especially since it always seemed to be expected, like having tits meant I was open for business.
I was always the chesty girl that men came onto-- I was a magnet for sexually aggressive men, which is awful for a shy person to deal with.
*hugs you* I wasn't shy so much as reserved and wary. Of course, then you just get called a bitch for not playing ball. (Er, pardon the expression.) Does that sound familiar?
Does that sound familiar? I didn't get that so much, probably because of the deer-in-the-headlights reaction to the men who came onto me to begin with. Mostly, they couldn't pretend that I was the one seeking them out.
but that sort of attention just made me not want it. Especially since it always seemed to be expected, like having tits meant I was open for business. I'm not a big believer in casual sex at all-- it's totally not for me, and given that I grew up in an era where most sex was traditional intercourse and if the woman didn't get off that was her problem, well... what the HELL is in that for women in general? You know? Other than loss of self-respect.
But I know exactly what you mean by that phrase-- as if your body means that you're somehow obligated to other people. Puh-leeze. *eye roll*
I don't pay out. I won't let my nymphness be exploited. So, in this world, I am a deadbeat nymph.
Wow, even your username is deep, yo! That was quite fascinating to read. However, I really didn't need to know you slept nekkid. Luckily, my rebound rate from mental scarring has improved vastly from being in your company
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I was always the chesty girl that men came onto-- I was a magnet for sexually aggressive men, which is awful for a shy person to deal with.
I didn't put out either. Based on what 95% of the men I encountered were after immediately, when they knew nothing about me and really didn't want to anyway, that reinforced the need to really know and trust a guy before I'd even consider sleeping with him. I.e., if we're not exclusively dating and a couple, there is NO CHANCE IN HELL I'm sleeping with you.
Does that sound familiar?
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Thank you. I wasn't sure if I should be so candid, but then, that was the point of this whole thing, so...
Does that sound familiar?
It does, although it played out a bit differently for me. But I know what you mean. And it's not that I have anything against casual sex in theory, but that sort of attention just made me not want it. Especially since it always seemed to be expected, like having tits meant I was open for business.
I was always the chesty girl that men came onto-- I was a magnet for sexually aggressive men, which is awful for a shy person to deal with.
*hugs you* I wasn't shy so much as reserved and wary. Of course, then you just get called a bitch for not playing ball. (Er, pardon the expression.) Does that sound familiar?
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I didn't get that so much, probably because of the deer-in-the-headlights reaction to the men who came onto me to begin with. Mostly, they couldn't pretend that I was the one seeking them out.
but that sort of attention just made me not want it. Especially since it always seemed to be expected, like having tits meant I was open for business.
I'm not a big believer in casual sex at all-- it's totally not for me, and given that I grew up in an era where most sex was traditional intercourse and if the woman didn't get off that was her problem, well... what the HELL is in that for women in general? You know? Other than loss of self-respect.
But I know exactly what you mean by that phrase-- as if your body means that you're somehow obligated to other people. Puh-leeze. *eye roll*
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Wow, even your username is deep, yo!
That was quite fascinating to read. However, I really didn't need to know you slept nekkid.
Luckily, my rebound rate from mental scarring has improved vastly from being in your company
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Thank you, though, and I'm sorry for having scarred you. I do appreciate, however, that I've been of assistance to your convalescence. :D
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