I still haven't had a reply to my e-mail (unsurprisingly!). Blimey, this is ridiculous!
I will also edit my first post so you don't have to keep scrolling across, sorry!
Yorkshire lass living in the South West.
Having suffered the agonies of friends' weddings (I always get roped in to do flowers, tiaras, dresses, decor, service planning, photos, etc), if I ever fell in love and we wanted to get married, I would hope he would be happy with just the legal bit, me, him, two witnesses, and then throwing a big party for all our mates. At the end of the party, we'd just say, "By the way...".
I don't like a lot of fuss, and other people seem to want what they want more than letting the bride and groom have what they want. All my mates who had big weddings lost all the detail and couldn't even remember who was there! I like to think I would be able to have a big wedding if my fella was desperate for it, but I wouldn't at all be happy about it, not even just our families.
I read the first page of posts, and was all, "But I LIKE crap analogies!".
And then I read the second page.
Oh dear god.
I'm not sure whether to worry about my own writing, or be so glad other people are this bad!
Falling asleep in between trying to type whilst lying on my side in bed. Night night.
I wouldn't have a problem with it. We can't always control what happens to our outer shell. We can only control what dwells within it. Physical problems do not detract from the person within.
I avoid them as much as possible.
Thank you very much for your reply, I truly appreciate it.
Sorry, this is a bit of a two-parter.
A male mate of mine once told me he'd gone down on a lass, and refused to do it again, even though he loves it normally, because he hated how she tasted. It wasn't that she wasn't clean, just that her natural flavour wasn't to his liking (it could have been what she was eating, etc). He told me he'd told her he wouldn't go down on her again because she tasted horrible.
I said that I thought that was mean, he could have said something like he preferred not to give oral, but was happy to do other things. Or maybe gently ask her about her diet, rather than upset her - she cried a lot, apparently, and he couldn't work out why. I said he'd most likely hurt her feelings, and it was cruel of him to have put it so bluntly. He said he'd not thought about that, and felt bad, but she'd dumped him by then anyway.
On the other hand...
I've had the experience of being told by a fella that he loved me, and did a few things with me (okay, he kissed me and let me wank him a couple of times), only to find out later that actually, he only did it because he wanted me to "feel like I was loved" because nobody else would and he wanted me to have that experience so I would know what it was like to be a real woman. I won't go into the rest of it, but he had regular occasions during which he could have told me how he truthfully felt (he had promised never to lie to me if his feelings ever changed when he first told me he liked me). In the end, he admitted that he had been lying the entire time. I still don't know why, unless he liked the fact that he thought he was doing me some kind of bizarre favour.
Personally, I prefer tactful honesty, rather than a complete lie or brutal truth. Perhaps that is the kind of lass I am. I always say that unless you know the truth, you can't do anything about changing something that needs changing, or learning to live with the things that can't be. And I also think that it is far better never to let hope grow where there is none.
My questions to you are these:
Have you ever found yourself in either (or similar) of these situations, and if so, how did you handle them?
Do you feel brutal truth is better than a sympathetic lie, or should there be balance?
Or does it depend on the situation/person?
Thank you for taking the time to read, I would really value your thoughts if you have some to give.
I love how he is bothered about a person for being a person, rather than the shell they are in. I really love his openess and honesty.
Nearly all the pictures his friends post make me blush, but it's a safe place to view them! And I love his own nature pictures, as some are nearly identical to ones I have taken myself - it's a joy to know others see the world the same as me sometimes.
And I like it when I have some stories to read...
He's still single.
That would keep you occupied. 
