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always with the buying me things.
maybe it's just stray_cat_power, maybe it's the universe showing its lurve, but i never ask, and if i imply it's rarely and gently. today it was returning two dollars worth of cans for five dollars, a pack of cigarettes, and an energy drink.
does this happen to all bearers of boobies? are you always told you're special, do you make eyes twinkle like that, whether you like it or not? do you have the puppy dog version of midas's touch?
maybe that's why women purportedly like assholes; they're the only ones that don't instantly fawn.
i would feel guilty for using it, if i ever "used" it outside of hunting. (and hunting is a much different matter, and takes place within well-defined wildlilife preserves.) i don't ask, i don't make any promises or implications, i don't even present myself as good dating or tumbling matter; as a matter of fact, i go out of my way to avoid both, on many an occasion.
however, as a piece of passing along the girl power spirit, i informed a stripper with minor car imperfections of the existence of chilton's manuals while chatting it up with my benefactor. yay_me.
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