Your place or theirs?

'cuz bachelor pads are skeevy. I remember mine...

heehee.....'tis often true.....

the womans place....food in the fridge, usually more comfortable, and sometimes she has a roomate for future fun and games......just make sure to bring your own toothbrush...the ladies are picky about you using theirs....

[Digging down to the depths of my memory]

I think that the woman's place is the best for hetero hijinks. If there is a problem, you can always throw the bounder out.

that's the other thing...if the woman's being too clingy and cuddly...or has a cat.....or you have something else to do after......you can leave......

Not her place...mine. I live alot closer to Boston+my friends than my ho does, and my place is much more pimp.

Usually (80% of the time) my place. I live in the middle of a few really great areas, so we can walk to get food/drinks/etc.

But the other 20% of the time spent at motels on Rt 1 Saugus, are very romantic and special times, aren't they?

When I was with my former boyfriend, we sort of alternated in the beginning but as the relationship wound down after six years without living together, and as I grew less enchanted with the whole thing, we spent more and more time at my house. I frankly hated his apartment which was dark and his parrot which flew free and shat all over the place.

As bi-polar points out, the food is generally better at the woman's place. Ugh! When I think of commercial salad dressing on pasta I want to barf.

and then there is always the car parked on the edge of the Walmart lot.

and then there is always the car parked on the edge of the Walmart lot.

ROTFLMAO!!!

When I was kid, we lived on the first house facing our street and the abutting house to our right was actually on the cross street, rotated at a 90 degree angle to ours. The woman who lived there had an affair with a man who lived three doors down on the other side of the intersection. They would sit in his car in his driveway and kiss.

I lived in Dearborn, Michigan and went to a Catholic high school in Allen Park, a near by community. My mother drove me to school. When I first started, we drove past a supermarket parking lot. One morning, a couple sat in a car kissing. They weren't high school kids but well dressed, mature looking folks. When the next three mornings found them in the same place, my mother decided to find a new route to the high school.

Because of those experiences, until I was in college, I thought an extra marital affair involved necking in parked cars.

My oldest cub was conceived in the back seat of a 57 Chevy.......

Actually, back in high school when 'your place or mine?' wasn't applicable, my b/f and I tried to rent a room in a hotel in Ayer. They busted us for being underaged.

Whichever was closest at closing time, back then.

Cars? Ewwwww.......

Parrots? MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

The woman's place usually smells better, and it saves me frantically changing the bed-linen whilst she sits in my lounge wondering where I've disappeared to...

Grande Duke, the woman's house usually smells better, but not always. I have a litter box in my bedroom.

Ohmigawd!

I do badly enough with one in the laundry, and one behind a screen on the balcony!

Phew - I was beginning to think I was an awful control freak about this one - subliminally sorta - good to know I seem to be as one with the flow of the universe....