03-11-2006, 09:41 PM
ShadowHM,Mar 11 2006, 04:20 PM Wrote:
Yet you were quick to suggest that men should have the right to demand that his erstwhile partner should have one. :angry:
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Where? I did no such thing. At least, I don't think I did. I never intended to, and I may have been misunderstood.
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And my misdirection is a perfectly valid argument. Same sort of circumstance, cause, effect, and outcome.
And my dear, I know how you feel about personal responsibility. **Tips tam**
As for the condom bit... All I will say is, women have their wits. "I thought you loved me, I thought you were commited to me, I am on the pill... Are you trying to say I cheated on you and that you will catch something from me? You don't love me! You don't trust me! You aint committed to me! Blah blah blah!" At some point, a man does pretty much anything to just shut her up. Never had any personal experience with that sort of thing actually, so my information is second hand. Best I could offer.
Me personally, while I admire and respect women, I do not hold a lot of trust for them. Sort of a personal policy. Never trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn't die. I have made sure that all of my dealings with them have been on my terms and that I was properly protected. Never give out my real name, my real number, never take them home, never take them to your familar hang outs, etc, etc, etc. Not that I did a whole lot of that. It was never my thing. But I had other things in my life and I just couldn't afford to settle down with some broad that wanted to play house.
No offense meant. Just letting it all hang out. No sense beating around the bush or candy coating it.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."