We never dated. I like it that way. It was just kinda natural, no one asked anyone .. Hey, lets go on a date!
She was a groupie. She was at every gig sitting there looking up with that "date me, have me, I wanna be your girl" look on her face.
She was 17 and I was 27. Lovely she was with a sexy Brazilian accent, bronze skin, big brown eyes. As I said, it was natural. What was I to do? Mama didn't raise no fools.
There are few problems in life that cannot be solved with toast.
One of them, however, is opening a can of corned beef with that stupid key. This cannot easily be done at the best of times, and toast is of surprisingly little use in resolving the issue.
I usually insist that women I'm courting bring copies of their university transcripts to our second date. It helps if they're members of Greenpeace and/or Mensa and are preoccupied with thinking of ways to assist the poor, though I do find scenes of poverty distressing.
Oh about '72. We were together a bunch before we ever raised the flag. She kinda scared me and was hella young. Plus her brother was in the band. Complicated.
Sex is last to leave a relationship.
On my third date she swallowed..... in the back alley of a seedy Montreal club Foufones Electriques. She liked sucking it in alleys, but her hair would get all messed up. That was in 1982, when I was 9 and she was 33
The funny this is.... she was a virgin too. It was true love. Every time after making love she would read poetry to me, play with my hair and put me to sleep.
Did she ever spank you?
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