SudsyFist

Not me. (edited for clarity)

If it was a dude, I'd blow up a picture of him to immense proportions and slap it on a Gay.com billboard.

Hey, at least cite me when you're gonna use my material!

It's a term of endearment. Rather low on my scale, though... you'll know you're really loved when I call you, "bitch." Just ask Girlfalldown.

As The Rack (tm) V.2.0 west coast manager make that three for dinner. Deal!!!

And likewise, next time you're in San Diego, I'm taking you to Hash House A Go-Go. Their menu is absolutely divine, and the atmosphere is just too damn cool. Heck, if you're ever in LA, I'll drive up solely to take you to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. Soul food rules. I'll extend the invite to any other dorks on here, as well. Lemme know!

Not enough and you're gonna die Love gets you hiiigh

Do I get a waffle after? No way... you eat Chicken & Waffles, too? *swooooooooooooon*

If anyone, guy or girl, is so clueless that they don't know that they want you... what do you think a relationship with them is going to be like? Skip. Next. Move on. Dot org.

I like your style. Uncertainty about whether the dude wants a blowjob should be resolved in much the same fashion.

Game playing kinda sucks, doesn't it? Wouldn't it be grand if we could all just be upfront with each other? Chick: I'm just a single mom looking for someone to pay for my son's college education. Dude: I'm just looking to pump 'n dump right now; I don't even want to exchange phone numbers. Chick: Oh, well. Good luck, and have a nice day!

Wow, I knew I was good, but I didn't know I was *that* good!

Oh... idealism. I remember that... So, you're asking how to get one of the few, hmm? On the surface, it's pretty simple:Find himBind himAs for the first step, you need to spend some time socializing where said rarity might be found. Since the most discriminating factor you've indicated is skydiving, dropzones (as well as this happy little forum) are probably the place to be. You've identified addtional filter factors, such as the love love love thing. Ah, yes, you're looking for real love, not necessarily the verbal I-Love-You ticket occasionally dispensed for continued games of hide the salami, so you need to be further discriminating where you look. That means that if you're finding yourself drunk getting tag teamed by a party of three in the landing area at 1:30am, you're probably looking for love in all the wrong places. Nay, someone who fits what you're looking for will stand out amongst his peers, be a bit different than the norm. Fun, warm, perhaps just a little more sensitive, even if its under a few layers of his skin. You'll know when you see him, the depth in his eyes. At this point, you'll just need to do a quick litmus test to make sure he's neither hitched nor gay. I'm probably gonna lose my man card for this one, but I wouldn't rush too quickly to flashing him the goods and gauging his reaction -- start subtly with some light-hearted banter and go forward from there. Now, once you've confirmed that he fits your profile and is available, congratulations! You just beat out the odds of surviving impact with nothing out! Step 1: complete. Step 2 is the easy part and flows smoothly from here: wow him with your charms and get your groove on! If mutual attraction brews, you're In Like Flint. Butterflies, flowers, rainbows, sloppy monkey love... The only other advice I could dole at this point is that you constantly put his mother into situations where she reveals her weaknesses as a person. This takes mad skill, so you may want to practice manipulation techniques with others well ahead of time. Alternatively, you could settle for those of us who still live at home, have little depth, and are pretty mediocre in just about every way, but would love to tap dat ass on a daily basis (or more).

Now, there is this thing called, "mutual consent," I seem to recall as being sorta part of the equation, but that was before I was introduced to roofies. Funny. I've got the same thing going on, and I don't even have a DNA Dumpster(TM)! On that note, perhaps it's less a stick-or-hole thing and more a personality thing? And you're bragging about that? Poor hygiene? (edit to modify item possibly misconstrued as a pa, fought through system outages for that one! )

Screw you guys, I'm going to *dinner*.

they are so small, it's as if you DON'T know about them... Avarice will get you no where.

Seven years ago, that would've given me a boner.

I gots me some buckyballs!

Speak fo' yo' DAMN SELF!

All I wanna do is zooma zoom zoom zoom and uh vroom vrooooooom! In Socal, of course.

Oh, did Richard Simmons turn you down?

oh yea I forgot to tell you, she wanted me to let you know that her birth control wasnt working that weekend.... That's ok; she said it tasted sweet, like shortbread cookie dough.

ROCK! I bought 7 bags of Sandies last night, opened one bag, gave my mum 4 cookies, and devoured the rest before going to bed. The only thing stopping me was I was too lazy to get up and open another bag. This morning, however, was another story.

Mmmmmmmm... ginger snaps. You're giving me ideas...

Lots! I'm on a