I've often wondered how many of us actually seek some form of relationship with our LB partners....and the choice of most which is to Find, Feel, Fuck & Forget...
To those that know me my heart tends to be embarrassingly embossed on the sleeve of my Timberland shirt...
My 2 close relationships with LB's have failed to get beyond a certain extension of time...one because the lady screwed the pooch and thought she could juggle BF's....not when this one is not that stupid and caught on early on...so the black and yellow handle was given a firm tug...and of course I banged out...
My other close personal and thoroughly entertaining one eternally remains a fucking mystery to me.....she is and will always be my personal enigma and Bermuda triangle rolled into one...
Anyone one out there any ideas, thoughts or fucking hand grenades on this one..?