How the hell can you send out unsolicited images of your most intimate goodies in a casual manner? The whole thing reeks of narcissistic creepy desperation which would serve as a hell of a lot more of a turn off than all the memories sparked by the image sent. That is unless I were single, in which case she'd just become an optional hookup.
Considering she'd have probably had better luck sending you a photo of her playing with duct tape or chugging Gatorade, she must not know you at all Cromp.
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