I've always wanted to be had. Just taken in a moment of passion. Don't be shy, just push me up against the wall and kiss me.
So when it happened last night, I should have been excited. Instead I thought, Dude, you messed up my pony tail.
And now my bunny ears are skewed.
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10 comments:
Well, obviously you weren't feeling the same chemistry as the guy apparently was, eh?
~lol~ and women wonder why guys are confused.
You weren't into him i guess?
haha, I thought pony tail pulling and getting in a tiz and all that was half the fun!?!? Now I feel perverted.
He was dressed as Elmer Fudd saying "Shh, I'm hunting Sawah Wabbit." And then kissed you? I understand ;-)
Hmm, there's a different interpretation of "taken" in the antipodes...
RMP - His kissing technique left a lot to be desired.
Indy- I COMPLETELY understand that now. Trust me. ;)
Natalie- Maybe not? I dunno. I'm giving him a second chance on Saturday so we'll see.
M- Those are new to me. Perv. :)
Nick- How else can "taken" be, er, taken? That's beyond me.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
I forgot to add, but sorry about your pony tail. :P
My violated pony tail thanks you for your condolences.
yes, new to me too! *hides copy of 'story of o' and bettie page links*
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