I thought the definition of a "score bomber" was an individual who gives a low score as revenge for whatever offence, imagined or real, the writer may have committed against said individual? Like guys who have threatened to score my stories with 1's if I don't do the "sexy chat" with them? I didn't think a "score bomber" actually gave a damn about the actual story.
Granted, if I'm reading your story and I think it truly sucks, for whatever reason, I'll just stop reading and not comment or score, but I would imagine that there are at least some readers out there who feel somehow wounded by having been 'forced' to finish reading a story that did nothing for them, and those readers are probably the ones who give low scores. Wouldn't call those readers "score bombers". And I really doubt that there are readers who actively seek out stories that they know won't appeal to them with the active intention of giving a low score.
ETA: If sending Gav topless pics makes our dear house code monkey happy, I'm all for it. Heck, I'll go first, with permission...keeping this site up and running as well as accommodating most or all of the requested updates and changes in features is no doubt quite the task. It is a task that should be well-rewarded, and last I checked, Gav probably isn't pulling down a Bezos-level paycheque, what with all the freeloaders and begrudging bronze members and others who just refuse to accept that servers don't come from some magical place where unicorns hand them out for free, and that electricity costs actual dollars.
Hmm.
My mother always said that marriage was a business deal, a "two way street", to paraphrase the OP. A man gives a woman (or another man) a ring, and she (he) gives him the rest of her life. The point being, you'd better be damn sure of the terms of the contract before signing on the dotted line.
I believe that you get what you want in a relationship (marriage or otherwise) by laying out clear expectations for each party, and each party understands that should he/she not follow the expectations, the relationship--the business deal--is no longer binding.
Fuck if I know. I just know that I've been told, by men in person and men on here, that I am one. Or at least eminently fuckable. Three sons, I'm 38, I don't consider myself especially attractive but whatever, there are definitely guys who think otherwise.
No. Love my career, my job. I'm very blessed.
Beer me, please. I don't even give a fuck if it's that swill you have on tap. I've been working too much--something like 90+ hours in the last two weeks. No, maybe more. Thanks, Bill.
To improve my off-hand (meaning, I naturally shoot left, so learning to shoot right better) shooting skills. That's it. I'm long since past making resolutions that I know I won't/can't keep, so keeping it simple this year.
Drinking a fabulous pear cider--had to bring my own case, so help yourself--and thinking good thoughts about the coming year. Happy New Year, my fellow barflies!
Mmm...I'd love to spend some time kissing the man above me...starting with his lips and working my way down.
I'm a petite 6' and 180 lbs., Bill. sighing Okay, the hooker high heels are on...now I'm 6'5" and dangerously prone to tipping over.
Get Mike over here, he might get lucky tonight if I fall in exactly the right way, with this black skirt that barely covers my arse and these panties from Hanky Panky--expensive for a real hooker, but I'm just pretending, just long enough to hustle those votes--he might actually get some help with producing his 'special ingredient' for my Dirty Martini. Damn, I feel like Ms. Tanya tonight.
Visit the Louvre, again. That picture reminds me of a certain statue in the round.
Habits (Stay High)~Tove Lo
Coffee with milk and sugar, please.
I won't disclose my exact size (see: avatar), but I think something in the C-D cup range is pretty much perfect, speaking purely from a woman's perspective. Large enough to be noticeable, small enough to be manageable.
Smaller is fine, obviously, but larger would seem to be uncomfortable--some breasts can be so large and so heavy as to require reduction due to their being the causation of back pain and a host of other issues.
I agree with those saying that saying "I love you" means something different than "Love you". "Love you" is more of a casual thing. I say it to friends, for instance, and call even people I don't know well "love", as in "Have a good day, love."
Saying "I love you" is reserved for close family--my sons, my brother, my sister-in-law, my nephew, and of course my darling s/o.
