Oh my lad, where to start!? You really are the best boyfriend I could ever imagine! We’re so much alike. You’re not clingy and don’t freak out when I don’t text you back right away. I love being with you and always have fun, even if I’m watching a sport I know nothing about. Well, now I know a lot more. I’m convinced you must have been a woman in a past life, you have such magic fingers that know exactly what feels good. I can’t even explain the feeling I get when I give you a hug after missing you! It just feels right and my mind is blank, it’s just you and I. I love the way you look me up and down, smile and sigh. Your constant compliments and kisses just melt my icy heart. I love how you can so easily toss me around in bed and how being naked with you isn’t some chore I must do as somebody’s girlfriend. I actually fucking love fucking you. Oftentimes, other boys were more concerned about quantity, not quality. You don’t make me feel like a bitch for not having sex with you every single damn day. You. Smell. So. Good. I love how you wash your hands after rubbing my feet. Your cleanliness gives me faith in the human race again. You’re SO passionate in everything you do. You have an energy that’s seriously lacking on this planet. I’m so glad we met and that you pursued me the way you did. —Your Soggy-Hearted Girlfriend
This article appears in May 31 – Jun 6, 2012.
“You. Smell. So. Good.”
Hmmmmmmmm. I wonder. No – there couldn’t possibly be two. Could there…?
With the shedding of winter cold ignites new ‘love’ as the temperature rises.
This… this right here… is new ‘love’
Jelly, Zed ;)?
actually no… not at all.
I just marvel at how people proclaim this…
and in a month, he’s stopped with the foot rubs… doesn’t eye her anymore…
they’re fighting and then broken up…
and then this cycle starts all over again.
there’s more hormone chemistry professing this than sensical emotion.
I hope you find someone that makes you lovestupid one day, for many days 😉
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once I find a nice girl to take bath salts with, get naked, find a nice alley and talk random mutterings while dining on grade A hobo face…
then I’ll know it was meant to be and profess my love on here.
This love has so much LOL for so many reasons! ^_^
I wonder if OL’s subject knows who he is 😉
how do you fuck a tree?
Tall, dark and coniferous. Sounds like quite the catch OP.
“how do you fuck a tree?”
does that make fucking a picnic table necrophilia?
I think I know who wrote this. It’s super cute and makes me think people meet someone when least expected… like on ltwwb??
I know who wrote this and I know who it’s for.
BUt don’t worry, OL, you’re secret’s safe with me 🙂