Hey, sorry I saw your profile and I just thought you looked cute in your picture, I really wanted to tell you that, It's really rare to see girls playing video games haha! I don't know why its a guy thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwiches. We should really play CS:GO sometime its a really cool zombie game with a lot of scary moments, but don't worry ill be there to protect you ;) sorry that wasnt flirting I swear Im just trying to be friendly I really like your profile picture sorry was that too far? Really sorry i'm really shy I don't go out much haha add me on skype we should talk more you look really nice and fun xoxo..

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-rep overweight bastard indian south go die like ur idiot

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A chick once told me I played her like a guitar. I wasn't really into her and basically had sex not to hurt her feelings, so the fact I hardly even tried made the compliment that much better. At this point I think I should mention that she's quite experienced sexually. And she didn't even say it in the heat of the moment, but about a week later when we randomly met. And I didn't even bring the topic up in any way. So that right there is probably the best compliment I ever got. Number 2 would be that time I ♥♥♥♥♥ a 30-year-old (I'm 22) who was both super hot and quite promiscuous (and didn't really look her age). Directly after she just said "amazing", so I'm like "what?" and she goes "everything". I used to think I wasn't too bad in the sack, but after these two events (which happened within three nights, come to think of it) I now have the confidence of a sex god and apparently the skills to back it up.

Whenever I prepare to go to a fancy restaurant with my girlfriend, I position my d1ck upwards in my pants to prevent my erection from showing. There is nothing that turns me on more than a fireside dinner with good wine. It only gets better when you hear faint, romantic violin music together, bonding as one. I love the feeling I get when we eat from the same plate of pasta, and I often climax when we look into each others eyes, lovingly, half-drunk, but I never show it. I groan internally when she takes me home and rips off her bra, begging for me to pounce on her like a starved cheetah. I spend a very good portion of my money on these sexy dinners, but in the end it is all worth it. This might sound manipulative, but I am only in it for the romance, not the sex.