I love a good foot rub and I'll be totally grateful, but I won't get turned on by it.
If you want to suck on my toes or kiss my feet, then I really must insist its after a pedicure. But I don't get turned on by it either.
I'm not against foot play but it just doesn't do anything for me.
I'd miss playing the piano but then I could always hire someone else to play for me...
Yup! I've seen quite a few on here that I know of or that I've met through friends of other friends.
I don't make contact though. Lush isn't anything I'm ashamed of but I don't really want any unsolicited attention from anyone.
I'm not sure if you have these settings enforced, but I will sometimes write a comment on a story and then try to leave a score and then it prompts me for a comment.
Since I've already written the comment, I cannot bypass this unless I write another comment. So I just forget scoring it and go on about my day.
I hate laundry. But before kids it was much easier.
Now I need to check every pocket for crayons and small animals and empty the sand out of socks and turn clothes the right side out. (I'm OCD about that)
My ex worked in landscaping and had the most disgusting clothes after he was done work. He also smoked. Which meant cigarette butts in his pockets instead of on the perfectly manicured lawns. (Why he couldn't find a garbage can and empty his pockets, I'll never know)
I felt like I needed to have a shower and disinfect my hands after touching his clothes, especially his socks.
Ironing was what I had to do for hours on end as a kid as punishment if I didn't finish my dinner or forgot to put the dishes away or some other little incidental my mother dreamed up so she didn't have to do it. I refuse to buy clothes that need ironing because of this.
So if you want clean and pressed clothes. Do it yourself.
I hate it with such a passion it's to the point I'd rather clean the barn out with a small hand shovel than do laundry.
Any and all Woody Allen movies. I've tried on many occasion to sit and watch one of his movies. I get so agitated by 10 mins in I have to get up and shut it off.
I simply cannot stand the man, his acting or directing. He really irritates me.
His voice and mannerisms makes me want to bang my head repeatedly against a concrete wall.
And I really don't know why I have such a violent reaction to him, but if I had a glass of water and he was on fire, I'd drink it.
It really depends on his type of humor.
If he's a raunchy and rowdy jokester and never takes life seriously? I can giggle for a bit but the act gets old fast. If he's too high brow and dry, I'll be forever looking for the double meaning. Sarcastic? I'll always wonder how much truth goes into those backhanded insults.
A nice balance between them is ideal.
If you can make me smile or laugh everyday it's worth it's weight in gold.
So it's a 10.
The only way that would happen is if he tried to fuck with my first cup of coffee and I was dunking his balls like a cookie after I removed them.
Don't ever come between me and my morning cup of coffee. Someone will cry and I won't ruin my mascara.
Not only did I cut my rate and put up with your horrendous fucking behaviour and your entire piggish family but now you have the audacity to not pay me the measly amount AND you're avoiding my calls, texts and emails.
I will hunt you down and charge you full fucking price. Even if I have to put a lien on your fucking house to collect it.
I don't air other peoples dirty laundry but we have enough friends in common that I will put the whole sordid history across facebook to shame you rotten cocksuckers.
Good luck finding someone that will side with you, you thieving hateful assholes.
