"It's rainin' men...yeah..."
Lies.
Anyway, the guy was nice. Nice, nice, nice. A nice simple guy with simple tastes who can read and make conversation. A handsome guy, a tall guy, a former college basketball player, who goes to church on Sunday and parts his hair in the middle. A small town guy with a nice smile and lots of friends. Listens to Imus, has never heard of NPR, but is interested in checking it out.
So...
I don't know what to tell you other than it's probably not meant to be. Why? Well, for one, he's very nice. And nice to me. I seem to prefer to be treated like crap. It's my thing. And church? Come on.
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Pros: Will probably really like your Jesus magnet.
Cons: You will have to beg him repeatedly before he will bitch slap you up against the wall.
Questions to be asked: Does he go to church because he is devout or does he just like to sit in the back pew and masturbate? It is New York, after all.
hey Anne, if you're done with him can you send him down to the Philly area. Some of us nice girls want a shot at a nice guy.....
I think you should test these guys. Plant a banana peel somewhere on the sidewalk, and both of you walk past it. You know the reaction you're looking for.
Try Seattle. It rains a ton up there.
Really? Parts his hair in the MIDDLE?
I can confirm that Mr. Nice Guy is not a member of the Church of Lost Souls.
And it's nice to know we still have you all to ourselves AA.
thanks, creepy. does this mean that you all will take care of me when i'm in diapers because i've sacrified my goals of marriage and children for all y'all? great! guess i can give up now.
No, we won't be taking care of you -- we'll be reading you religiously while we sit in our own diapers.
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