TheEarl
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Just been reading the 'What do you like about men' thread and got a warm fuzzy feeling from seeing all of the things which I share with my g/f and the things I try to do to make her feels special. I am away from her for the weekend and although this is practically nothing (certainly nothing compared to what Svenska has to go through) I do feel a huge hole in my routine where she normally is.
God I'm getting soppy now I'm in love. Quick, must reassert manliness. Rugby. Cars. Martin Johnson. Ah, much better.
PS. For those who don't know, Martin Johnson is the ugly bastard in my av, currently holding aloft the William Webb Ellis trophy. He's captain of the mighty English rugby side.
And now, onto the point of my post. The things I love about women, and more specifically, my baby.
The way we fit nicely together when just lying in bed.
The way she's always there to offer me a hug when my day's screwed up.
The way she's tolerated me shouting and screaming at the televison during the world cup.
The way that she's made an effort to understand and watch rugby, not because I'm watching it and she's bored, but because she wants to understand me and the things I love.
The way that she's always so concerned about whether she's even remotely bruised my feelings, yet scorns away my frequent oral insertion of both feet with "It's okay, I was just being touchy."
The way she accepts who I am. I have no need for barriers or masks or secrets. I am who I am with her and nothing is ever a big deal, because it's a part of me.
The way that she loves me, body and soul.
And the way that she is loved by me in return.
It's a 1000/1 chance that she'll ever read this as she doesn't read the forums at all and doesn't really go to the site except to see what I've done. I just wanted to put down (if not on paper, then formally) just how much I love her.
Vomit bags are to your left. Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen and good night.
The Earl
God I'm getting soppy now I'm in love. Quick, must reassert manliness. Rugby. Cars. Martin Johnson. Ah, much better.
PS. For those who don't know, Martin Johnson is the ugly bastard in my av, currently holding aloft the William Webb Ellis trophy. He's captain of the mighty English rugby side.
And now, onto the point of my post. The things I love about women, and more specifically, my baby.
The way we fit nicely together when just lying in bed.
The way she's always there to offer me a hug when my day's screwed up.
The way she's tolerated me shouting and screaming at the televison during the world cup.
The way that she's made an effort to understand and watch rugby, not because I'm watching it and she's bored, but because she wants to understand me and the things I love.
The way that she's always so concerned about whether she's even remotely bruised my feelings, yet scorns away my frequent oral insertion of both feet with "It's okay, I was just being touchy."
The way she accepts who I am. I have no need for barriers or masks or secrets. I am who I am with her and nothing is ever a big deal, because it's a part of me.
The way that she loves me, body and soul.
And the way that she is loved by me in return.
It's a 1000/1 chance that she'll ever read this as she doesn't read the forums at all and doesn't really go to the site except to see what I've done. I just wanted to put down (if not on paper, then formally) just how much I love her.
Vomit bags are to your left. Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen and good night.
The Earl