Oy, my hothot fireboy........ seeing you is a combo meal of heaven and hell. I get to see your fine self, dream mighty dreams of finally seeing ALL your tats....and finding out if you have any other piercings.......and chit the chat. Then there is the down part-I haven't got the cojones to say let's go have an adult beverage and make friends with each other. OK, the friends thing is an evil plot to get into his boots, but a start is a start.
But cowardice is queen of me, these days. Fat girl=chicken.
But cowardice is queen of me, these days. Fat girl=chicken.