I vehemently object to the augmentation of breasts.
Seconded, and that was a really nice pic too. She even looks kinda high =)
Everyone's got their prefs, I think she's a stunner. I'm not obsessed with boobs.
I'd have even more problems if all men were like that.
I didn't say I don't like boobs, I'm just not obsessed. I'll play with the puppies, they're fun.
Know what gets me off, and you might think it's odd, is a particular shape of face. That girl pretty much has it.
Between that and a certain kind of attitude that keeps my attention, I don't really care so much about the rest. I could sleaze it up a little and get more specific about the rest, but that stuff is gravy. I'll appreciate it, hell, I'll friggin bask in it - but if she's a shithead with a face I don't care to look at, the deal's off and I don't really care how bangin of a bod she's got.
That, and fuckin' cell phones. If they can't pry the cell out of their claws and let voicemail pick their shit up for a while, just leave. G'wan! Scat, tardo. That shit bugs me, to be hanging out and they pick it up and flash you a finger like "Just a sec..." I'll start doing it right back to them, but with no cell. In the middle of talking, I'll just hold up a finger and sit there for a moment not saying anything, then go "Okay, you were saying." I don't care. I'd rather be alone by myself than alone sitting right next to a chick who picks up her phone every five minutes and says "OhMyGod, Becks just called me and said she saw Brian and he got in this huge fight with Frankie and now I don't know what to do because we all got tickets to go see The Farting Oak Trees and Frankie was supposed to drive and blah blah blah..." Just shut the fuck up, bitch, I've got some drinkin' to do.
Probably why I'm single. I have no interest in talking with someone whose own thoughts are so insignificant to them that they can't focus for a few minutes to finish having a conversation before they begin a new one.