Poorly Equipped Models
I was fortunate enough to have stumbled upon HBI on, of all days,
Valentines Day (yuk). It was like I'd found Mecca... and I
immediately shared it with all my bitch and bitch-wannabe friends.
In my application I mentioned that I have been raising my son alone. So trying to be
the responsible parent that I am, I did not venture out and date much
while he was small. Finally when he hit about 10 yrs old I started
developing a social life, meager as it was. You kiss your way through
the toads. Sort out the recyclables from the refuse of the male garbage
piles so to speak.
So finally I meet a guy who could really be a catch.
Funny. Not Tom Selleck but a face that'd make anyone smile. Adoring of
me - as it should be. Good kisser. The last and final frontier - how
would he be in bed?
Well to make a long story short, and to get right
down to the nitty gritty of it... the man had no pecker. I've held
bigger Bic lighters in my hand. How cruel and twisted fate can be! You
sacrifice younger years for the love and nurturing of your family, and
when you get out there and start to work it...life slaps you in the
face, with a wet palm to boot. And people wonder why some of us become
bitches! I now pretty much say screw looking for "the one" and shall
enjoy the shallow, uninvolved variety of rompings that men have for
years. As a Bitch I believe I'm entitled.