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I just need to talk:
For may years I have been dating a woman named .223. But she's become increasingly difficult to please and high maintenance. Her appetites have become expensive. Dinners out used to cost $129/1000. Now they're $350/1000. I just don't know how to please her anymore.
I'm going to ....well…..going to break up with her for my new love 5.45x39 (*sniff*). There, I've said it.
Well, 5.45 is not as elegant and pretty as my long time girlfriend, who clothed herself with fancy brass and came from the right side of the tracks (Lake City). She's a bit shorter and more stocky, and she wears a more utilitarian steely outfit which makes her fuller figure ...well....very attractive.
Perhaps it is a bit of mid-life crisis, but there is something undeniably attractive to me right now about cheap and easy after many years of consistent, ever-present, loyal .223. Something new. Interesting. Newfound excitement.
A betrayal? Perhaps. Short lived? Time will tell.
And yes....the new girl she's a native of another country, but isn't this, in a sense, what America is all about?
Anyway its what's inside that counts, and she's just as beautiful on the inside - delivering passionate and unconditional berdan primed love everytime we are together, and who's to say it matters if you have to wash a bit more after such sweet passion?
This is not without risk: The loyalty will certainly not match my .223 girl. 5.45 might run out on me. Or she could decide to become a more expensive, high maintenance partner later on after I’m totally hooked. These are the risks we take with committed relationships. I feel at the same time both titillated and vulnerable.
Well, this is a big step for me. .223 hasn't changed, I still like her. But I LOVE my money, and .223 is just going to have to find a new sugar-daddy.
PLEASE: Your advice! Am I doing the right thing?
[This is a reprint/edit/improvement of a post from earlier this year]
For may years I have been dating a woman named .223. But she's become increasingly difficult to please and high maintenance. Her appetites have become expensive. Dinners out used to cost $129/1000. Now they're $350/1000. I just don't know how to please her anymore.
I'm going to ....well…..going to break up with her for my new love 5.45x39 (*sniff*). There, I've said it.
Well, 5.45 is not as elegant and pretty as my long time girlfriend, who clothed herself with fancy brass and came from the right side of the tracks (Lake City). She's a bit shorter and more stocky, and she wears a more utilitarian steely outfit which makes her fuller figure ...well....very attractive.
Perhaps it is a bit of mid-life crisis, but there is something undeniably attractive to me right now about cheap and easy after many years of consistent, ever-present, loyal .223. Something new. Interesting. Newfound excitement.
A betrayal? Perhaps. Short lived? Time will tell.
And yes....the new girl she's a native of another country, but isn't this, in a sense, what America is all about?
Anyway its what's inside that counts, and she's just as beautiful on the inside - delivering passionate and unconditional berdan primed love everytime we are together, and who's to say it matters if you have to wash a bit more after such sweet passion?
This is not without risk: The loyalty will certainly not match my .223 girl. 5.45 might run out on me. Or she could decide to become a more expensive, high maintenance partner later on after I’m totally hooked. These are the risks we take with committed relationships. I feel at the same time both titillated and vulnerable.
Well, this is a big step for me. .223 hasn't changed, I still like her. But I LOVE my money, and .223 is just going to have to find a new sugar-daddy.
PLEASE: Your advice! Am I doing the right thing?
[This is a reprint/edit/improvement of a post from earlier this year]