Wow...I'm in love. I met a beautiful (yes, beautiful) woman a little while back. She is brilliant, outgoing, focused, fall over asskicking drop dead hot, long red hair. She is sweet as cotton candy when we're standing up and naughty as it gets when we're in other surroundings (oh yeah...she rocks!!!). She's a great mom. She has great morals. She has fun. She makes me want to be a better person!!!
So what? Well that means I can't be a pig anymore. I can't post nasty flirtatious messages and be raunchy anymore. Dang...I actually want to clean up my act...and I'm only 33!!! That means that I want my life to be a complete open book to her...to be completely vulnerable. Dang...this could hurt if I mess it up.
Oh yeah...and she and her best friend wax each other (down there) and she doesn't understand why that turns me on.
Pardon the idiotic celebratory post.
So what? Well that means I can't be a pig anymore. I can't post nasty flirtatious messages and be raunchy anymore. Dang...I actually want to clean up my act...and I'm only 33!!! That means that I want my life to be a complete open book to her...to be completely vulnerable. Dang...this could hurt if I mess it up.

Oh yeah...and she and her best friend wax each other (down there) and she doesn't understand why that turns me on.

Pardon the idiotic celebratory post.