> Hey Dylan are you here to hang out with Jack again? Those biceps are really growing
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> Hey Dylan are you here to hang out with Jack again?
> Hey Dylan are you here to hang out with Jack again? Those biceps are really growing
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thanks, i've been workin out nbd
my name is Rance, not Dylan.
I can't tell is she is 20 or 45
does it matter?
Yes, old women are gross
late 30's is the final deduction
frick make up frick bras
I don't think she has a lot of make up on, you can still see flaws in her skin
Late twenties if she’s a a frequent drug user and drinker
mid thirties if she takes care of herself
Sydney Sweeney in 3 years be looking like
honestly kind of wife material. she looks happy to see you, nice rack, kinda pretty even without a ton of makeup on, nice body, probably doesn't have an OF. i like this lady
She seems fun when you get a bottle of wine in her.
You are a gay if you wouldnt clap.
t. body count of 2
Wow what a nice thing to say to a fellow anon
Oh sir you jest, that would be 4, thank you very much..
I’m old now… but remember very clearly that if I got a compliment from a woman when I was 18, I was halfway out of clothes before she could run out of the room. Looking back, I believe my family had to mend more fences than I realize…
Here’s one story
>math teacher is a 6/10 5’4 Honduran chick, mid twenties.
>she is really nice to me for some reason even though I’m dumber than a mosquito sucking on a manikin.
>one day I come in wearing my varsity baseball uniform because we had a game, and frick it why not, we were allowed.
>I look damn fricking good. 6’2 at 18, probably only weighed 165, but skinny was fine in the 90s
>I had that major ass factor going on because I was a sprinter.
>she complimented me… she said something about how I was going twice her size before I graduated or something like that.
>well I was a virgin, and in today’s world I’d probably be called autistic. So let’s just say I skipped a few steps in the conversation.
>I let the class empty when the bell rang, and I went out too
>then I come back in, so it’s just us
>I know I’m good looking, and she’s really not that attractive. I couldn’t see her turning me down in a million years. Don’t get me wrong, she was young and nice… but you wouldn’t look at her twice at Walmart.
>I walk up to her desk and start unbuckling my oversized baseball belt.
>her eyes open wider than I’ve ever seen and her mouth is hanging wide open. She is utterly frozen
>I took this as a good sign, and in fact it is what I was going for. I had previously been told that women respect bold men.
>so I tell her “just tell me what to do I know I’ll be the best you’ve ever had. And if you just want to play a little bit and stop, that’s fine with me too.”
>in my mind, this showed I was being s total gentleman. I was telling her she could have it any way she wanted it. I 100% felt that this would balance my physical forwardness.
>she ran. She pushed through a tiny space between her desk and the wall, knocking down a ton of papers and knocking things over on her desk.
>I still thought things were going fine
>i thought she was just making sure the door was locked.
>I started to follow her and she yells “wait in here.”
>so now I’m really happy. I’m thinking about what I’m going to do when she comes back.
>I figure I’ll play it calm and cool, and I won’t say much. I know I have a record of saying stupid shit.
>I figure she was looking for condoms or something, idk. Maybe she just wanted to be sure no one would come in.
>the next person that comes in is the assistant principal, my baseball coach.
>thank god I was still dressed, but my shoes are off. I’m smiling, obviously.
>I can’t describe the look on his face. He wasn’t angry… he almost looked like he was going to cry. I remember I asked him if he was okay.
>he says that I should go to my next class.
>so I’m my mind, everything is fine. It all made sense. I was skipping class, I just honestly forgot about that part.
I never heard another word about it. I think the world was more forgiving toward morons back in the 90s. She never showed any interest in me again, and I was busy chasing any female I saw, so I wasn’t bothered.
In complete honesty, without any ego, I would have given her the dick better than most men. My wiener is pretty good size, but when I was a 165 pound teen, it looked like a third leg. I would put a baby in that cute little mathematician.
Anyway, thanks for reminding me of a good memory. That was 25 years ago…
I cannot relate to the younger generation of sexless men. I was two beers away from fricking a stop sign when I was 18. Now we have men who haven’t sex at 28.
I remember going to a high school debate conference in the city. I only joined to get out of town pussy. Well, anyway, I get there, and they won’t let us run around. I think I had a reputation by that point, so they kept me on a leash. Anyway they said we had 45 mins for lunch, and i spirited away, my wiener just flopping and banging around like a tube steak, bong bong flop bonk, whacking the inside of legs. I have memories of walking up to a group of four or five or six girls and asking them for their numbers one at a time. I remember finally getting one from the group… then I’d ask the girl next to her for her number anyway. All the girls would break out laughing. When I was 18, I hit on older women too. I didn’t get laid that day, but it defiantly opened doors that paid off not too much later.
Oh, here’s a fun story. I have a NJP record in the marines because I fricked a female civilian during basic training at the museum during team-week. It had been seven fricking weeks of mandatory-no fap no frick. I was assigned a cleaning detail, saw an average looking woman in her 40s visiting, walked right up to her and told her that I was being sent to Iraq the next week, and I could not face death in war if I was a virgin. I took her hand and walked her to the womens room. She didn’t say yes or no, she just let me take her. Once I put her hand on my wiener, the deal was sealed. I knew if I could just get her that far, she wouldn’t be able to resist.
Anyway, they caught me leaving the bathroom with her. They called to me and I took off, thinking that they’d never be able to pick me out of a line up, since all recruits looked the same. The woman stayed of course and told them everything. I had told her my real name… so it was a short investigation. They acted angry, but I think they were secretly proud. I was under the military version of house arrest for a long time.
I lived my entire life, under the control of pussy. I love to frick. It is the reason I fought as a kid, it was the reason I played sports, joined the military (the uniform), went to college (money), worked hard, got successful, took chances… ect., ect. I have always wanted to impress women. I have always wanted to beat other men to get the attention of women. I’m only peace during the comment of climax. Two mins later, I want more. I don’t hate it… I’m just becoming very aware of it as I near 50. I thought it was a phase… long ago.
Is there anyone else here that has spent their life chasing ass?
I know that kind of girl.
"omg we must keep in touch"
Proceeds to get run through for a decade.
Turns 30 gets dumped by "chad".
OMG anon how are you?
HARD pass.
You don't know any kinds of girls you fricking loser.
Don't be rude!