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She could be thinking. According to research studies compiled by Mike That Lives in a Home Depot Shed, 98.9% of women have difficulty thinking. Which could take hours to complete one thought. And according to Paul In the House Behind Mike's Shed, most women are naturally retarded. This means they could lose interest during such thought processing. Ugh. They are special, that's for sure.
The one percent who are intelligent and not retarded, unlike the 98.9%, understand instantly what they read. But those smarty panties may fancy being chased—not in a Naked and Afraid (and running): Ted Bundy edition. Instead, they want to see how much you like them. Or, as Barry Gibb would say, "How deep is your love?" Ugh. You can guarantee my love is wait, wait, too deep, too deep, back up, easy, easy!
Anyway. She may also be testing to see how you react to being ignored. Women understand themselves more than their stalkers and know how they can naturally transform into a bipolar doozy. The last thing she needs is a sensitive big bitch baby throwing fits because he feels neglected. Or those angry little bitches that find women easy to beat up. "Bitch, I told you not to ignore me!" POW-bash-SWING-krush-swoop-squirt. Squirt? Ugh.
Also, beware of asking for personal information such as why she hasn't responded. That could make you seem like someone suffering from paranoia. "Why haven't you responded??? Is everything okay? PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOU'RE OKAY!"
My advice. Forget about it. You rather not chase. People who climax on themselves mentally from the pursuit usually turn out to be a confused living piece of shit. They're known for infidelity acts and responsible for many domestic disturbances. If she doesn't respond, fuck her. Oh, wait, my bad. That's why she's not responding because she's getting fucked! Although if I were the one slamming, I would insist she call you to see how well she can muffle her recoil from her aching area jackhammered while holding a conversation with the paranoid orbiter. "Are you okay? You left me on read. Ugh." He creeps her out.
"Uh-um....I'm...mmm....I'm-mmmm, ugh, fuck, yes!" Her reaction he wasn't expecting seems familiar to him.
"Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. You're getting fucked, uh?"
I quickly grab her phone and respond, "Bingo was his name-o! Boi." I hang up and go for the finish—the good o' money shot.
The one percent who are intelligent and not retarded, unlike the 98.9%, understand instantly what they read. But those smarty panties may fancy being chased—not in a Naked and Afraid (and running): Ted Bundy edition. Instead, they want to see how much you like them. Or, as Barry Gibb would say, "How deep is your love?" Ugh. You can guarantee my love is wait, wait, too deep, too deep, back up, easy, easy!
Anyway. She may also be testing to see how you react to being ignored. Women understand themselves more than their stalkers and know how they can naturally transform into a bipolar doozy. The last thing she needs is a sensitive big bitch baby throwing fits because he feels neglected. Or those angry little bitches that find women easy to beat up. "Bitch, I told you not to ignore me!" POW-bash-SWING-krush-swoop-squirt. Squirt? Ugh.
Also, beware of asking for personal information such as why she hasn't responded. That could make you seem like someone suffering from paranoia. "Why haven't you responded??? Is everything okay? PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOU'RE OKAY!"
My advice. Forget about it. You rather not chase. People who climax on themselves mentally from the pursuit usually turn out to be a confused living piece of shit. They're known for infidelity acts and responsible for many domestic disturbances. If she doesn't respond, fuck her. Oh, wait, my bad. That's why she's not responding because she's getting fucked! Although if I were the one slamming, I would insist she call you to see how well she can muffle her recoil from her aching area jackhammered while holding a conversation with the paranoid orbiter. "Are you okay? You left me on read. Ugh." He creeps her out.
"Uh-um....I'm...mmm....I'm-mmmm, ugh, fuck, yes!" Her reaction he wasn't expecting seems familiar to him.
"Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. You're getting fucked, uh?"
I quickly grab her phone and respond, "Bingo was his name-o! Boi." I hang up and go for the finish—the good o' money shot.
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