That’s your first question after asking for a snuggle? Do we have no shame? When I say we, I mean you. Yes you. The guy in front of this screen looking at the hot dog.
Anyway, I’m getting pretty tired at some of these fools asking for size. Whatever happened to let’s meet. Let’s see how compatible we are. Maybe go to dinner. A movie. A drink. Something other than what size I carry.
I’ve never gotten any complaints and I’ve never complained. It’s not the size of the rocket, is the propulsion and guidance system. Guys, learn that. Not all guys are size queens, unfortunately I run into most of them.
Here’s what I’m asking for. Someone that wants to know my mind, my heart and my soul. A tall, semi-dark, masculine, mature man, with blue eyes, salt and pepper hair, toned body, family oriented, with kids, a career, a car, educated, cultured, worldly, friendly, honest, loyal, caring, a good listener, a good friend, free will to do as he pleases, and above all a good, no I mean, great lover.
Okay. I’m dreaming. I know I’m not going to get it all. But, at least give me something from the list. I’m not going to settle for the first guy either. What I don’t want is someone who is a recluse, selfish, jobless (not because of the economy, but because he’s lazy), uneducated, a car that breaks down, living with four other guys or the ex, uncultured, deceitful, and not a good friend. I already have friends like that.
If I talk to you for the first time and we want to meet. Please, don’t ask me to snuggle and how big I am.