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the thing that i understand about women is that, i can never fully understand them.
thing is, media feeds us a lot of shit, and no matter how we think that our girl is perfect, she has an tiny evil witch that tells her:
-youre fuckin ugly
-your thighs are too big
-you dont have enough boobs
-you got too much boobs
-your skintone's uneven
blahblahblah, on and on.
christ, no wonder its such a great deal to be a fuckin plastic surgeon nowadays.
women and vanity and women.
love em or hate em.
have you ever been asked : "do i look fat?"
hell, is there any good answer to that?
i always think that i have to give some time for the girl to adjust to the whole idea of walkin around the livingroom without a stitch on
to women: we men are turned on by your confidence, your esteem, the way you carry yourself--even if it means just walkin to the kitchen naked to get some water. we like seeing your hips sway while walking back and forth across the place. we like seeing you in your most natural state.
so get comfortable, coz sometimes its uncomfortable to us too. its kinda hard to react to that kind of situation when im so used to doing it and my girl just suddenly pull a robe on after making love like crazy.
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