You know how women like to be wined and dined? Like when you get to her house to pick her up, she insists that you come up to the door, buzz in, and meet the parents? Or how when you address her father, it has to be “Sir” or “Mister” or “Your Highness”? Or how you should compliment how her mother looks and say that she must’ve been the root of all that is beautiful in this world? Or after the chit-chat, you then have to look sternly into the father’s eyes and promise that you will have his daughter back before midnight and that nothing “funny” must go on during your date? Or how you have to open the door for her because people assume that women are limp-wristed and thus cannot even push open a goddamned car door? Or how you always have to pay for everything when out on a date? Or pull out her chair when you’re eating at a fancy restaurant? Or why the price of an inch of duck fat is costing you more than rent and utilities? Or how you can’t make inappropriate jokes as not to offend the lady’s sensitivities? Or how you have to be able to stand listening to her talk about some vapid show but she can’t even sit for 5 minutes and dissect the contrasting characters of Castor Troy and Sean Archer? Or when you’re watching a movie, she constantly whispers in your ear trivialities of her day? Or when you both have your respective movie snacks and then she suddenly reaches over to your side and grabs a handful of YOUR popcorn? Or how you have to take her to coffee and endure some more tripe talk? Or how you have to drive her back to your house and then escort her once again to her door? Or how you don’t have any idea if you’re going to score little, score big, or even get up to bat tonight?
None of that bullshit please. I would like to eat and watch Timothy Olyphant tie my panties in a bunch with that powerful stare of his.
As of .. now .. I am needing new underwear.
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Official review:
Hitman, a religious experience. Cardio workout. Agent47 kicking ass is all my heart (and my loins) need.
Quote for the movie:
Uneditedmara: Haha! The whore has hopes!
Lulubelle: What? Whores can dream, too.
Notice the relaxed looseness of the tie. *sigh*
My, my. What a big gun you have.
