I see myself as the old coot down the street sitting on his front porch sipping his ice tea and just waiting for someone to be stupid enough to wander over for a chat. Most of the neighbours just give me wave from the other side of the street because they don't want to listen to me drone on for an hour.
Having read about your St Patrick's day adventure, I'm in awe of you. A woman who's open to exploring the full potential of her sexuality is one of the natural wonders of the world.
Perceived risk versus true risk is an interesting and very complicated topic. Most people have unrealistic ideas about the risk of the things they do. Agency plays a role in this. A shooter appearing on your campus is something you have no control over. When you have unprotected sex, that's a situation you have chosen to be in (I hope) and you have some control over what happens. And, of course, a random bullet in the guts has immediate and very drastic consequences, while the _possibility_ of picking up something that _might_ affect you at some point in the future is very different.
I thank you for taking YOUR time to invest in me! My grandfather was a lot as you seem to be. He died when I was really young, 6 or 7, but I remember sitting on his lap while he told me stories or sang to me. His house was in an old part of town and had a crawl space to get to an old floor furnace, plumbing, etc. When I was about 4, I remember he was going under the house to fix something. I was scared to death for him to go into that dark place and begged him not to. I remember he squatted down on one knee, sat me on the other, and calmly and sweetly tried to explain what he was going to do. Being 4, I didn't understand. I watched him as long as I could see him, then ran crying into the house. I don't remember this, but they said that for months I would talk about my "other papa". One day I said that and he sat me on his lap and asked what other papa. "Sweety, I'm the only papa you've got!" I had thought that other papa was gone forever. He would take me fishing and always made sure I got the biggest fish ever caught in that lake!
You seem like just such a man. Thank you for understanding, papa. I would love to be able to sit on the porch with you and listen to your advice for hours!
IIN I like to "slut around" but afraid I might get something?
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Thank you, Jen. That's very sweet of you.
I see myself as the old coot down the street sitting on his front porch sipping his ice tea and just waiting for someone to be stupid enough to wander over for a chat. Most of the neighbours just give me wave from the other side of the street because they don't want to listen to me drone on for an hour.
Having read about your St Patrick's day adventure, I'm in awe of you. A woman who's open to exploring the full potential of her sexuality is one of the natural wonders of the world.
Perceived risk versus true risk is an interesting and very complicated topic. Most people have unrealistic ideas about the risk of the things they do. Agency plays a role in this. A shooter appearing on your campus is something you have no control over. When you have unprotected sex, that's a situation you have chosen to be in (I hope) and you have some control over what happens. And, of course, a random bullet in the guts has immediate and very drastic consequences, while the _possibility_ of picking up something that _might_ affect you at some point in the future is very different.
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I thank you for taking YOUR time to invest in me! My grandfather was a lot as you seem to be. He died when I was really young, 6 or 7, but I remember sitting on his lap while he told me stories or sang to me. His house was in an old part of town and had a crawl space to get to an old floor furnace, plumbing, etc. When I was about 4, I remember he was going under the house to fix something. I was scared to death for him to go into that dark place and begged him not to. I remember he squatted down on one knee, sat me on the other, and calmly and sweetly tried to explain what he was going to do. Being 4, I didn't understand. I watched him as long as I could see him, then ran crying into the house. I don't remember this, but they said that for months I would talk about my "other papa". One day I said that and he sat me on his lap and asked what other papa. "Sweety, I'm the only papa you've got!" I had thought that other papa was gone forever. He would take me fishing and always made sure I got the biggest fish ever caught in that lake!
You seem like just such a man. Thank you for understanding, papa. I would love to be able to sit on the porch with you and listen to your advice for hours!
Best wishes!
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Nice story. It's good when kids grow up with positive, loving male role-models around.
Hope it doesn't ruin your image of me, but this old man is dirty-minded enough to be intrigued by your mention of a website.
Strictly from a research point of view, obviously... (I write dirty stories.)
It'd be different if I really was your papa, of course, but I'm certain that I ain't...
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I LOVE dirty-minded!