A man’s man and the “3 f’s”

I was talking to my friend “Nicole” today and we were babbling on about this whole “Matty” debacle that happened this year from May-June/July. And I explained to her that one time “Matty” told me all he needs are the “3 f’s”. We texted back and forth for about five minutes as I attempted to guess what the hell those “3 f’s” were. I knew one was food. That one was easy. Then I remembered he’s ridiculously obsessed with Ohio State football. Okay, so there’s two. And then he sent me a “kissy emoji face” as a clue and I knew. Oh!…. fucking. He replies “yup”. Awesome. Freaking fantastic. My face at this moment was a comical smirk and inside I was oozing with repulsion. God, he is just so obvious I thought. Ugh. “Nicole” replies too all of this, “Wow, you found yourself a man’s man right there”. Seriously! How did I never call him this before today?! He is so a man’s man! And anyone who knows me knows I can’t be with someone like that! Oy gevolt, what was I thinking? Fucking good kissers and great sex is always deceiving. I must fight the urge. Well, I’ll try. If i want to to fight the urge that is…

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About marisasadiesays

Hi hi, I am 23-year-old lover of life, love, fun, family, friends, good food, exercise, among many other things. I specialize in story telling, having long hair, people watching, putting together fun outfits, and dating tales... if you didn't know that already. well, now ya do. most definitely.
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