It can't cross its ankles in the air and suck on a lollipop or straddle a Vespa in leather pants. We were dating for about eight months when he really went for it.I was at a work event, and he sent me about ten pictures in a row from my apartment in various states of comic lust.What, exactly, do they It's not like Annie Leibovitz is taking these photos. Men have a long history of being clumsy when they're attracted to women (see: cavemen head-clubbing = foreplay), but distributing what looks like doctor's-office documentation of your dick takes things to a whole new level. Young guys know it's pretty much a given that their phallus photos will go, well, viral. I know one guy who was minding his own business at a keg party when a girl started hitting on him.It's the photographic equivalent of a sentiment expressed by Jason Segel's character in . In order to elicit a stronger romantic response, she took the flirting digital and told him to check his phone.Those of us who are inclined toward the perversely pilated? At minimum, we can guess where a guy is when he's receiving the photo; we've been to his house, and he's not, say, a cheerleader a couple of decades our junior who has spurned all our prior advances.
During her college time, she was a member of a group “ FSU Cowgirls”, popular for wearing cowboy hats and skimpy clothing to football games.
Even the girl at the keg party knew what she was doing. There's also something especially creepy about an older generation of men hitting on younger women through text or picture message.
No sooner have these women finished teaching Mom and Dad to use the "bcc" function on e-mail than they have to cope with this?
It doesn't matter how much we enjoy chicken: No one likes to handle it raw and uncooked. For someone like Favre—who, hi, is already Brett Favre—you really have to have exhausted everything in your flirtation arsenal to send a photo of your dick to someone who hasn't asked for it.
In the final photo he wasn't doing anything special at all. With that, he skillfully crossed the line from "this is the clown in your bedroom right now" to "this is the clown with a vested interest in a three-ring circus later." And I could see it on his face because, frankly, Personal technology has given us the freedom of being able to do whatever we want—and in the case of celebrities and athletes, whomever they want. (When you are a professional athlete who pulls down, say, million a year, how is it you find yourself thinking, "I just wish I had something to offer the ladies? A 15-year-old kid on Facebook knows how to manage his privacy settings.
You'd think that a guy who tosses footballs for a living would know how to make a pass.