*sobs*
*sobs*
I also like her approach here
" I react the same way as I would any invasive and weird question "um thats private and inappropriate for you to ask me." and the side eye would say the rest."
but with a sweet smile instead of the side-eye. They really don't know what to make of that, and tend to splutter and subside into confused silence.
/Wolverine-caused Incoherence
Somehow, I'm ... not sure we needed an app for that.
But yes - that is one unhappy ex-fat guy.
You bad girl, you.
I think they know that.
Which is what scares me.
Is there an award for Best Advice Before a Weekend?
How about Best Sex Advice Pretty Much Ever?
Plus ça change ...
(Also, it wouldn't surprise me one itty bitty bit if I-95 and its related traffic snarls were the only route with which Mr. Interstate had any experience, and I mean that every possible way you can imagine it. He does not strike me as a well-traveled guy.)