Mistakes! Misstakes Mr. 2 far

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Miss-takes the statement personally.

Maybe I’m Mr. Take it too far.

While discussing jeans and pants for short people with the most special woman in my life, she said they don’t make jeans for short people.

I said that means (WE!) need to lose weight because the bigger the waist the longer the pant length. I said (I) go through the same thing.

Ohhh Laawd!

That’s who I felt like calling after a good time, quickly turned into nightmare in the jean isle.

“I don’t say things like that to you.” “I don’t call you fat”

“I didn’t call you fat, I said what’s true, I said WE!

“You hurt my feelings. It’s ok that I feel that.”

I’m sorry your feeling were hurt. And yes it’s ok you feel that”

As I sat there thinking. Not as much as I want you to feel this dick and these balls slapping against those, lips, thighs and ass.

As I sat there knowing instead, she will be reading smut books with some chiseled jawed, six pack having model on the cover, with more attention than she gives me, my concerns, my problems, or ways I try to solve my own and ours.

Is this how couples grow old and apart?

Why do fantasies of escape hold people more solid than the reality of staying down for their dreams.

I learned not to fake. It always hurts when its real. I can be a little more gentle, but my hardness is what appealed you out those pants. Will my mistakes keep me out of them?

To all the Father’s wondering “HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?”

My advice is Just Don’t Pull Out!