The number 2 search result for my web log is “fucking my neighbor, ” and my date yesterday evening, Roy, pontificated over $250 worth of sushi beside me regarding the entire neighbor-fucking concept.
He stated love occurs as a result of proximity, nothing else. We listened in rapt attention while seafood melted in a buttery finish to my mouth. Could he be appropriate? It demonstrably can’t take place in the event that you don’t meet, and conference, by definition, is proximity of some type. Whether it is physical or electronic feelings develop as a result of nearness. I will buy that.
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