First thing for sure is to be sure you've lined up another job before your 6 months is up. You certainly don't want to quit and have nothing else lined up. Even if that means going back to the coffee shop on a temporary basis.
What are you passionate about? Photography? Exercise? Eating healthy? Massage? Fashion? What makes your clock tick, what motivates you? Find out what that is then find a way to do it for a living. Maybe you'll have to take the money you've saved while living at home and put it towards cosmetology school, massage school, computer/tech school. You may have to work at night at a coffee shop or restaurant while schooling in the day. Or vice versa.
If you can find a job that has long term potential and it's something you'd enjoy, move out of your folks place. Money will definitely be tigher, but you could live with a roommate or two to subsidize the expenses. Then you'd have the freedom to come and go as you please without worrying about waking your parents or checking in when you're out late. At 24, you'd probably love the roommate experience with like minded and similar aged people. The worst decision you could make is to NOT make a decision.
Take the bull by the horns. If you make a mistake, you'll learn from it and work it out. And you'll always have your parents' place as a fall back if something really fucked up happens. Don't wait for life to happen, you gotta make it happen.
I like Bubba, classy guy. I was pulling for him all tournament, watched all of it until the back nine on Sunday. lol Was out of town and had to get on road for home. His Sat. round was shaky, but Sunday he showed his true colors.
If I can time it, I like to pee after ejaculation. If I know I'll have a wank and then have to get dressed shortly thereafter, I'll wait to pee until a few mintues after cumming. Give time for my cock to go all the way down, pee out anything left so there's no drippage after I'm dressed.
Drink, date, and try for fuck.
All three. Fuck, date, fuck again, drink, fuck again, fuck, fuck again.
I normally hear the term "partner" when used for same-sex relationships. When same sex couples say it, it has a loving quality to it.
But, I have heard it for man/woman relationships too and it always sounded strange. Whenever I've heard a man or woman introduce his/her opposite sex "partner" is seems so clinical. Almost like some sort of arrangement. Like, "we're together because no one else will have us, we really don't want to term it as boyfriend/girlfriend and either of us can bolt if a better offer comes along". Especially if they're living together, partner sounds like one notch above roommates.
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Why do the two have to be mutually exclusive? Would I like to be respected but not liked by everyone? No, that would be lonely. Would I like to be liked but not respected? No, that would be empty.
Haven't seen her in a few weeks, gossip on the street is she's jail but no one knows why.
You know I won't bruise your boobies. I'll treat them with tenderness. Just let me get my hands and mouth on them.
Hell yes, then I'd slip into her.
Personally, I don't think I have an Asian fetish. I see some Asian women and think they're pretty or attractive. Some I see and I don't find them pretty or attractive according to what I like/dislike. But to no more or less of a degree than i find Caucasian or African American or any other women pretty or not. Honestly, it doesn't matter enough to me to even try to learn how to discern if a woman is Korean, Vietnamese, Chinese, or whatever. If you lined up three women from each of those countries, all I could do is guess which is from where. I don't look at white women and think, "ooh is she Irish or English because Irish is hotter". I probably couldn't tell the difference between a Brazilian and an Argentinian either. In high school, I lost my virginity to a Vietnamese girl. The only way I knew she was Vietnamese was because I'd known her half my life and she told me/everyone whenever it happened to come up.
Suck softly, fuck slowly.
Yes indeed, I would spank that ass. One handprint on each cheek.
It depends on where you are in life and what you're after. In my younger years, late teens and early twenties, the third date rule was definitely on my mind. And the minds of many of my friends. It wasn't a hard and fast rule, pardon the pun, but is was a consideration. When you're 20 years old and all your friends are getting laid fairly regularly, a guy isn't going to want to spend too much time with someone that isn't putting out. Doesn't make her (or him) a bad person or anything. By the third date you'll have a pretty good idea if and what sexual activity is possible. By then you'll know if she's deeply religious or is waiting for the "right guy" or waiting for a commitment... then you decide to stick around or cut bait.
Later in life, people's wants and needs from a potential relationship are different. By the third date then, you're more interested in if he/she has kids. Has a job, has a home, lives with parents, is a crack head, ever arrested for domestic violence, has a psycho ex....
I like them to be shaved like crop circles.
