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macfluff fuck off , i only talk to the feds and interpol and your a terrorist dr mac fluff ! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_C5qkj59mo

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How would m life have been different When I was a teenager I had a guy friend who was my best friend ever. He cared about me, and often went to parties with me to make sure I didn't get in trouble. He always let me know that he was interested in me as more then a friend, but my parents were going through a divorce, and I didn't trust love. I felt like if I dated him, that someday we would hate each other, and I would loose his friendship. He remained my friend for many many years. At one point he had a " talk" with me about my smoking and partying, because someday I would have someone in my life who loved me, and wouldn't want to worry about me dieing due to my lifestyle. He continued going to parties with me, to watch out or me, where after a few years, he ended up getting into the drug scene himself. I have since grown up, where he continued, and I feel guilty about it every day. That is point one. Point two is there was one crucial moment before his doing drugs where I was drunk and High and felt I needed some air. He went out with me, and I snuggled into him ( something I did often because I was so comfortable with him). We had some intense conversation about something or another, and he pulled me up and made me face him, and told me to kiss him. Our faces were just inches apart, and we looked each other in the eyes for what seemed like forever, till I finally told him I couldn't, because I was afraid of loosing him as a friend. That moment in between I was in turmoil struggling over wether to kiss him or not. I loved him....I truly did, with all my heart, and something deep inside me wanted to kiss him and be with him forever...but at the time I didn't believe in happily ever after. After that moment, he faded out of my life. I think he felt hurt, and felt like I would torture him forever. I wonder all the time what would have happened if I had just kissed him back, and regret that I didn't. A if your ever scared of crossing hat line because you don't want to loose a friend...keep in mind that our more likely to keep him if you so cross over hat line...especially if he's your best friend. Everyone claims their husbands are their best friend. Now I am 40 years old, and even though I have had many relationships, I have never been married, cause I have never since never met that man who is my " best friend"

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I wish men in the city working would scout for dates more. women tend to follow sexually rather then lead, men lead most woman wait for men to lead, I seen a hot man yesterday when I was out and I thought wow, your great. I wish I could pick up a hot date in the city. why don't businessmen scout for dates more? when I was thin and young and pretty men never noticed me, they could have been getting sex from me if they had of asked me out and showed some interest. why don't men speak to girls who look at them and notice them and chat more, like at shop stalls and fairs and exhibitions for dates? I don't understand why men don't flirt and freelance more for dates on a daily basis with or without a partner they should if they are young and fresh and working in business and corporate jobs and professions they should scout the scene at lunch time and after and before work more like at the bus or train stops at the taxi ranks, at the shops and bars, at the traffic lights and cafes chat up a mother and daughter together, why not do it in pairs even. why don't men freelance their stuff more. condom safe doesn't have to be covent!

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