That makes it easy for people to make your life miserable and some asshole took that opportunity.
On a Saturday night, like tonight, I go in my saltwater pool in the backyard of my house with my son, husband and our friends.
The only thing that could make it better would be live music from Boston Babe on my patio!
She had phone numbers listed on those website domains I posted a couple of days ago. ETA: A person that either doesn't have a Facebook or lives in South America but with a So Cal exchange. That gmail account listed (ani posted the Reddit screenshot) IS NOT any of the emails that came back to her at all when I searched and found her a few days ago.
And lest you think I’m referring to some kind of ironic meet-up during which people put bags on their heads and rely solely on conversation and olfactory senses to determine if doinking is in their immediate future, rest assured, straight-up, no gimmicks speed dating is still alive and well in old New York.
Speed dating was first developed in the late 90s by a Los Angeles-based Rabbi named Yaacov Deyo in order to help busy Jewish singles meet marriage material in record might be surprised to learn that speed dating still exists–and not just in limbo somewhere between Missouri, middle management, and web 1.0.
I seriously doubt anyone did anything with actual concerns for this chick's well-being. I just wanted to see a pair of tits that I can associate a name and personality disorder to.