You haven't met him yet. Go on the date, and don't make it into more than it is. If he's a slob, then bid him goodnight and leave it at that. Dating is about getting to know someone, nothing more.
John Doe
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would you date this guy???
by highdose inabout 2 weeks ago i met a guy online, we chatted on the phone one evening and had a good conversation and aranged to go on a date this friday coming.. since then i have heard almost nothing at all from him!
i think about 2 texts and thats it!
in one of the texts he hints that he would like to see a picture of me "wearing alot less".
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John Doe
20 lashes with a wet noodle for implanting that music travesty virus in my head.
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It's been 18 days
by John Doe insince i last thought of the rain though i can smell the dampness in the frosty air and hear the trickling thunder in the darkened distance beyond the naked trees jutting into the cool night veil of darkness as the pulse in my neck quickens and then slows and pushes life through the arteries sleeping beneath the surface of quiet solitude and drifting away into the slumber that awaits the death of awareness.
and then i scratch my balls and belch..
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John Doe
lol
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Can You Help Me With This Ditloid?
by snowbird in20 = q in (a, v, or m).. please, and thanks.
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sylvia.
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John Doe
Google is your friend. ;-) 20 = questions, in animal, vegetable, or mineral
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Death ... friend or enemy?
by The Berean inwithout a life expectancy, would mankind stagnate?
what incentive would there be to stay busy, set goals, desire a mate and children, or care for others who would never be in harms way?
why would we do anything today if we always had a tomorrow?could it be that death is natures prod and a necessary motivator of life and should be thus celebrated?.
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John Doe
Death is the cleaning maggots on the assbag of humanity.
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It's been 18 days
by John Doe insince i last thought of the rain though i can smell the dampness in the frosty air and hear the trickling thunder in the darkened distance beyond the naked trees jutting into the cool night veil of darkness as the pulse in my neck quickens and then slows and pushes life through the arteries sleeping beneath the surface of quiet solitude and drifting away into the slumber that awaits the death of awareness.
and then i scratch my balls and belch..
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John Doe
That's what she said.
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It's been 18 days
by John Doe insince i last thought of the rain though i can smell the dampness in the frosty air and hear the trickling thunder in the darkened distance beyond the naked trees jutting into the cool night veil of darkness as the pulse in my neck quickens and then slows and pushes life through the arteries sleeping beneath the surface of quiet solitude and drifting away into the slumber that awaits the death of awareness.
and then i scratch my balls and belch..
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John Doe
Acid reflux is a bee with an itch.
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What kind of men do women want?
by FlyingHighNow inwe want men with good pecs in frilly aprons, with no shirts, happily washing dishes, cooking, folding diapers, while we take bubble baths, before we go to the bank with your gi-normous paychecks, who love run on sentences: that's what women want.
hehe..
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John Doe
One day a little cat was walking through the park when he came across a pond. He peered into the pond and noticed that at the bottom of the pond there was a little cocktail sausage. The cat was feeling quite peckish so as the water wasn't that deep he reached in with his little paw and hooked the sausage out and ate it.
The next day the cat was walking through the park again and he peered into the pond again - there was another sausage but this time it was a normal sized one so the cat reached in but this time he had to put his whole arm into the pond. The cat hooked the sausage out and ate it.
The next day the cat looked into the pond and found an enormous Cumberland sausage at the bottom of the pond - it looked so delicious but it was so deep that he had to really stretch to get it, then SPLOSH - he fell in.
The moral of the story is: The bigger the sausage - the wetter the *****. -
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It's been 18 days
by John Doe insince i last thought of the rain though i can smell the dampness in the frosty air and hear the trickling thunder in the darkened distance beyond the naked trees jutting into the cool night veil of darkness as the pulse in my neck quickens and then slows and pushes life through the arteries sleeping beneath the surface of quiet solitude and drifting away into the slumber that awaits the death of awareness.
and then i scratch my balls and belch..
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John Doe
since I last thought of the rain though I can smell the dampness in the frosty air and hear the trickling thunder in the darkened distance beyond the naked trees jutting into the cool night veil of darkness as the pulse in my neck quickens and then slows and pushes life through the arteries sleeping beneath the surface of quiet solitude and drifting away into the slumber that awaits the death of awareness. And then I scratch my balls and belch.