Nothing here to sway me from my emerging unified theory, but as yet it's not clinched either.
This is why I am glad I dumped Alan. I can’t imageine having to support his lazy tuchus 30 year’s from now when he’s fat and incontenent and peeing on the floor of my apartement. FOOEY!
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I am very sorry, it happens alot more then you think even to respecibel girls like us. My dad warns me all the time to pretend to hold a dime between my knee’s when with a guy. Not onley is it good for that, it also keep’s him out of the bedroom where we can get into TROUBEL fast.
But I hope you get past this. FOOEY on men and their diseased weeners. FOOEY!