Why do women aggressively pursue me although I am married? I am listening to a video pitch from another website tab that is going to teach me how to get beautiful girls to fuck me. When did asking stop working?
Richard is this tiny little fellow who claims he fucks the hottest girl every time. He concedes that his looks do not even hold up to his friends, but he outplays them when it comes to making connections with the female gender.
It seems like it was so long ago when I felt awkward around beautiful women. The homecoming queen also kept stats for wrestling and baseball. Two sports I was active at back then. To assess me at a glance, I was confident. I drove a hot sports car and had a nice build. I was well-known for the 18 strikeouts I pitched in a 21 out game. It holds the record, but was as close as I have gotten to a no-hitter.
Anyway, I am a junior, and Lisa was a Senior. She was always very nice to me. In fact, I was more popular in the class ahead of me than in my own. I can remember how hard it was to breath when I got up off the bench and headed down to the other side where Lisa and her friend were catching up on game stats.
I stood there in silence. My heart was about to explode. It felt like my words would not come out, just as I was about to say something, the coach called me over to him.
I was going to start next inning playing third base. That meant, that I would bat third when we were back on offense. This time, my mind was partially turned toward the other team's pitcher, when she looks up at me, pats the spot next to her and invites me to sit down...
I was reluctant. Our team just got the final out and were coming into the dugout. I thought I missed my chance. She tugs my jersey and said, "did you come over here to tell me something?" I looked at her and slowly nodded. She went on, "Do you want to take me to the Prom? Yes. I will go to the Prom with you."
Her friend came back with sodas. Lisa told her that she has a date for the Prom and her friend was really excited and asked, "But who"
I was outside the dugout and could hear them talking about me, but not what they were saying.
The opposing pitcher was new and left-handed. He struck out both batters ahead of me. I got to the plate and I am smiling to the point I probably looked like I had special needs. I watched strike two fly by, and called time. I stood outside the batter's box and planted my right foot even with the plate, and my left was hugging the front line.
A left-handed pitcher has a natural curve to their pitches. I noticed his broke late. So I moved in and up.
He threw a fast ball to back me off the plate, but I returned to the same stance. All of a sudden his delivery is different. He was trying to through a change up, but it turned out to be a hanging curve.
I fed another ball to the beast-or the swamp area beyond the outfield. We made up stories of a wild beast living their, surviving off of the only thing he can eat-homeruns...
When I rounded the bases, it tied us up. Lisa comes running out and hugs me like I did have special needs...I don't remember if we came back and won that game or not. know I left a winner.
Richard is this tiny little fellow who claims he fucks the hottest girl every time. He concedes that his looks do not even hold up to his friends, but he outplays them when it comes to making connections with the female gender.
It seems like it was so long ago when I felt awkward around beautiful women. The homecoming queen also kept stats for wrestling and baseball. Two sports I was active at back then. To assess me at a glance, I was confident. I drove a hot sports car and had a nice build. I was well-known for the 18 strikeouts I pitched in a 21 out game. It holds the record, but was as close as I have gotten to a no-hitter.
Anyway, I am a junior, and Lisa was a Senior. She was always very nice to me. In fact, I was more popular in the class ahead of me than in my own. I can remember how hard it was to breath when I got up off the bench and headed down to the other side where Lisa and her friend were catching up on game stats.
I stood there in silence. My heart was about to explode. It felt like my words would not come out, just as I was about to say something, the coach called me over to him.
I was going to start next inning playing third base. That meant, that I would bat third when we were back on offense. This time, my mind was partially turned toward the other team's pitcher, when she looks up at me, pats the spot next to her and invites me to sit down...
I was reluctant. Our team just got the final out and were coming into the dugout. I thought I missed my chance. She tugs my jersey and said, "did you come over here to tell me something?" I looked at her and slowly nodded. She went on, "Do you want to take me to the Prom? Yes. I will go to the Prom with you."
Her friend came back with sodas. Lisa told her that she has a date for the Prom and her friend was really excited and asked, "But who"
I was outside the dugout and could hear them talking about me, but not what they were saying.
The opposing pitcher was new and left-handed. He struck out both batters ahead of me. I got to the plate and I am smiling to the point I probably looked like I had special needs. I watched strike two fly by, and called time. I stood outside the batter's box and planted my right foot even with the plate, and my left was hugging the front line.
A left-handed pitcher has a natural curve to their pitches. I noticed his broke late. So I moved in and up.
He threw a fast ball to back me off the plate, but I returned to the same stance. All of a sudden his delivery is different. He was trying to through a change up, but it turned out to be a hanging curve.
I fed another ball to the beast-or the swamp area beyond the outfield. We made up stories of a wild beast living their, surviving off of the only thing he can eat-homeruns...
When I rounded the bases, it tied us up. Lisa comes running out and hugs me like I did have special needs...I don't remember if we came back and won that game or not. know I left a winner.
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