That's a pretty exact measurement. Must have a very good digital ruler or one with a lot of hash marks.
Great post, but I think love does wacky things to people.
I've only *thought* I was in love twice. And I have never been more vulnerable, and never tolerated more abuse from women than I did to those two women who I - for whatever reason - thought I was in love with.
The sad thing is, I have met all sorts of beautiful women, but I seldom fall in love. But I guess in 2000 and again in 2018, I did. In the more recent case, I think the reason why it happened was because she misrepresented herself as being an innocent victim of male abuse, and only wanted a nice guy who cared about her, and blah, blah, blah. I later found out that she was addicted to Percocets, and had slept with around 35 guys, at leave five of whom she met on Tinder. What woman would need to use Tinder to get laid?
Had I known those things about her, I would have never had the strong feelings for her that I did. But I have to say - having those feelings made me very vulnerable, and that is why I loathe the notion of being in love. It's the very last thing I want to happen to me.
Claims he’s a numerical savant.
Measures his dick length to four decimal places (five significant figures).
Yet can’t keep straight whether the ex-girlfriend fucked 20 guys or 35 guys while they were dating.