I don't usually kiss and tell but just last week. Why are you jealous? Get over it missy, I'm never swinging your direction.
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I don't usually kiss and tell but just last week. Why are you jealous? Get over it missy, I'm never swinging your direction.
Asian women don't kiss, it takes to much time.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">No...I mean someone other than your cousin.Quote:
Originally posted by G L:
I don't usually kiss and tell but just last week. Why are you jealous? Get over it missy, I'm never swinging your direction.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">No...I mean someone other than your cousin.</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Not a relative and 2 yrs younger than me. Now go fantasize about someone else.Quote:
Originally posted by reason:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Originally posted by G L:
I don't usually kiss and tell but just last week. Why are you jealous? Get over it missy, I'm never swinging your direction.
I stand corrected. After reading another thread, I realize you were talking about your dog.
That's really gross. You know dogs eat poop.
Boys!
On Monday I will make you a nice new thread to insult each other.
This one was supposed to be all about ME!
If you all would just play along, I could save a LOT of money with the therapist.
That was a really funny story about the Pacific, reason. Having been raised Catholic myownself, I can only imagine. [img]wink.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">You are right, gae. This thread is about you. I just wish GL weren't so defensive about his trailer. Trailers are fine - they make for comfortable living.Quote:
Originally posted by gae:
Boys!
On Monday I will make you a nice new thread to insult each other.
This one was supposed to be all about ME!
If you all would just play along, I could save a LOT of money with the therapist.
That was a really funny story about the Pacific, reason. Having been raised Catholic myownself, I can only imagine. [img]wink.gif[/img]
Now... I want to hear more about your experience with nudidity.
Sunday morning, babe. I'll bare all. (Pun intended.)
Something only Jump and D2 will understand:
<font size="6">Door!!!</font>
DATELINE: Saturday Evening
We decided not to stay for the dance tonight, so we're home and I'm ready to tell the tale. I'll say up front that the anticipatory anxiety was worse than anything else, including undressing (and being undressed) in public.
From reading the article no less than three times, I assumed there were changing rooms. You know, a private place where one could sit and say WTF am I doing here? NOPE.
From my conversations with the managers I also assumed that we'd have a clothed tour and some time to get our bearings. NOPE.
After being buzzed in through the gate, we followed the signs to the office.
I've got to say that when we got off the bike, it was disconcerting to actually see a bunch of naked people. Laying in the sun. Reading books and magazines. Playing volleyball. Swimming in the pool. I mean, I knew they were going to be there and all, but something in my brain thought there'd be a fence. Or a trellis of fig leaves. Something.
We paid our money and asked where to change and leave our things. [img]graemlins/hmmm.gif[/img] We trecked back to the bike and started peeling things off. (When undressing in public, always remove your bike boots first. Otherwise, you end up looking, ummm, strange.)
Since I have difficulty being in public in a bathing suit, I was certain the world would end when I showed up in my birthday suit.
True to the article, no one gave us a second glance. No one made fun of the scars or that patch on my right leg that the razor missed.
People were friendly and polite. We walked around a bit, spent a little time in the pool, sat on the front lawn in the sun. After a while Bob spent time at the bar watching the Weather Channel, talking about Frances and I sat outside reading a magazine. It was just like being anywhere else... except that everyone was naked.
Just off the pool area are the bathrooms. I made a pit stop and was shocked to hear a mans voice in the stall next to me. And then it hit me; why should the toilets be segregated when everyone is naked? [img]tongue.gif[/img]
All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon. We've decided that we weren't prepared though. It would have been better to take the car, along with a cooler, a couple of books or a board game.
A few observations for my life book:
I've now met a man with a tatoo on his penis.
Most people look better with clothes on.
Nude volleyball players can be immediately identified by their white feet (tanned only to the sock line).
Reason was right; it's about nudity and not sexuality.
We'll be going back; who would like to join us?
gae,
you and trav are INSANE!!!