i will wax and i will primp and i will wear lace panties and i will even (gasp!) graze the sports page before my date with you but i refuse to tie myself to the tracks just so you can look like the hero. i'm not sure why you get offended when i open my own door or pay for my own dinner. if i didn't normally do these things for myself i'd be laced with bruises and resemble ghandi.
and for the future, if we make it that far: i am not going to fake orgasms, i will politely correct you if you end a sentence in a preposition, and i'm not going to use emoticons to express my affection.
scratch your balls through your pocket in public...put ketchup on everything...i don't care. just let me do my thing.
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and just as i was about to don my cape and come to your rescue. oh well, i guess ill just keep playing pocket pool instead.
Bravo!
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