When men finally realize their true worth, they become impervious to the shallow exploits of the fairer sex.
A real man doesn't need to tell every other women in real life that he's uninterested in bumping uglies with them, because it was already in the body language, and that man no matter how old, most delicious woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on!, ugly, et cetera, is now an unattainable prey benchmark which has the opposite reaction.... it cheeses up their girl panties.
Chicks mostly have really low self esteem. It's not the man's fault. The women do it to each other.... lulz.
The hottest chicks I ever boned were girls who pursued me during periods of my life where I would have preferred instead to just throw stones at them.... OR, I had to duck out to the shops for something within an hour of boning somebody and I didn't bother showering off the previous's cunny aroma (aka pheromones).
I had a dear friend in my teens who would finger herself and rub it into my neck. I in turn would throttle my foreskin and return the favour on her neck.
Both of us always pulled, and on the rare occasion we didn't, it didn't matter... we pulled each other later on...
A real man doesn't need to tell every other women in real life that he's uninterested in bumping uglies with them, because it was already in the body language, and that man no matter how old, most delicious woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on!, ugly, et cetera, is now an unattainable prey benchmark which has the opposite reaction.... it cheeses up their girl panties.
Chicks mostly have really low self esteem. It's not the man's fault. The women do it to each other.... lulz.
The hottest chicks I ever boned were girls who pursued me during periods of my life where I would have preferred instead to just throw stones at them.... OR, I had to duck out to the shops for something within an hour of boning somebody and I didn't bother showering off the previous's cunny aroma (aka pheromones).
I had a dear friend in my teens who would finger herself and rub it into my neck. I in turn would throttle my foreskin and return the favour on her neck.
Both of us always pulled, and on the rare occasion we didn't, it didn't matter... we pulled each other later on...