I agree that the number shouldn't matter. Just stay healthy.
When my wife (then girlfriend) really pressed this issue I truthfully confessed my number as best as I could recall and was assailed with all sorts of unflattering comments as to my virtue (then why the f*ck did she ask???!!). Obviously, my wife's stated number was significantly lower thus giving her the moral high ground in her eyes. Then, over the years she would again interrogate me and I would again answer truthfully...which is another reason I am so glad I never lied because it is easier to recall the truth ***smug grin spreads across face***
So.......
....why the f*ck, on our 21st wedding anniversary, did my wife feel the need to confess that her number was actually higher? Silly cow. Yes, I was pissed for about 2 minutes, then figured I could give a shit. She originally 'lied' because she didn't want to think she was a slut, then cornered herself in a lie for 20+ years as she tried to determine if I had originally lied.
The moral? If it's love, we don't give a hoot about how 'used' you might be. It's just a number.
I just love the Churchill quotes - he had so many.
I'll give you the excerpt from Shakespear's "Henry V" speech as my next best thing......
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead!" Rousing stuff.
managing to start my day off with a nice cup of coffee and a quick chat with one of my fave Lushies.
Good work people....chalk another one up for the good guys =d>
......to speak with the Police Chief because, when they relocated from Wisconsin as part of the Witness Protection Programme, this was not what they had expected. Nevertheless, they settled down to 'witness' the intended sexual depravity on the kitchen counter and each of them took out.......
WMM, Dude, you are my hero.
I thought I was the only guy to suffer this crap.... mind you, due to my naivety, it is usually my wife/friends who point out when I'm being hit on.
The last time was in an Olive Garden restaurant in South Carolina about 2 months ago (unlike you WMM, I am apparently still awesome looking) when the waiter, whom my wife had commented upon as being 'hot' started asking if I was okay, complimenting me on my tan, asking if I worked out...etc. I just thought he was working for his 'tip' (not the one your dirty minds are thinking either) until my hosts and the wife pointed it out.
How did I react? As usual I got flustered, acted all manly and embarassed my wife by grabbing her and sticking my tongue down her throat to the sounds of "Ewwww" from my daughter, and "get a room" from our hosts. We had a giggle, the waiter gave me a shrug of his shoulders and life went on.
.....the two Rio brothers, Pablo and Chico, who had finally been sent over by Rocco.
Realising that pizza was off the menu, the lads guided her back to the kitchen, pulled out their Hershey bars, and looked hungrily at her as they decided to.....
What he said.
