Never Marry a REALLY Hot Men?

Sure.

But its kind of like lovemaking. After its done and finished, it doesn't really work to go back and tell her "oops, sorry--I really meant to do it like this, sorry it came out like that...etc etc." Real American Men just stay quiet about it, maybe mumble a quiet "sorry," then make damn sure they rock her world next time.

It is soak and souse time.

See you later.

Try to get some order please!

Now that is what I am talking about!

You are the quintessential researcher. Spendius would be proud!

I have no doubt your throrough research would dwarf Spendius's clipped version of someone's vacation in London.

And for best reseach results, one would need to do testing under a variety of conditions, with a large sample size. Heck, one might even want to pit nations against one another in matches, etc.

Like the Olympics.

I heard this is one sport where men could always win if they competed with women. Men always finish first! :wink:

Having never tried a British Male, I am unable to answer your question.

It seems like a long time to me though, and, after two or three times, it is a relief sometimes to have a rest and a read of the newspaper, before recommencing.

I have no idea whether British women ARE disgusted, as the lights are usually off, owing to the fact that we are a very reserved nation.
Judging by the noises though, I would either say that British Women enjoy it, or have all turned religeous, as the phrase "Oh my God" is often exclaimed.

A piece of ancient wisdom (from sad American experience): If the lights are always off, don't be too sure you haven't tried a British male...

Rene Gallimard, sort of?

Do tell extra !!

(Inquiring minds want to know)

Well "my friend" had this English "girlfriend." They dated a few times, and got along quite well. They even eventually had a little eye contact! Well one thing led to another, and one evening by the beach, glass of wine in hand, "my friend" leaned in for a kiss. The strength of the kiss was unlike anything he had ever felt.

Now "my friend" had always had a preference for petite girls. Asian, part asian, or modelesque petite girls of any other stripe were choice. This "girl" was anything but petite. Too broad of shoulder. Arms and hands seemed too large. But one of those strong kisses, and "my friend" was transported into another world. Not to mention "she" did her makeup better and ironed her hair better than other more naturally feminine girls.

Anyway, there they were on the beach, under a moonlit Hawaiian night. Waves crashing in the distance. The "girl's" hands are all over "my friend." Oddly, whenever he tried to touch "her," "she" pushed his hands away.

<interruption--This is getting too long>

Cutting to the chase: "My friend" thought it quite odd that his "girl"friend, even after months of being together, would only make love to him with the lights off, in one particular postion we won't go into here. He says the only reason he stayed with her so long is due to her "oratory" penchant and skills.

Their breakup was a particularly painful event for "my friend." It appears they were in the dark one evening, with the English lass sure enough saying "Oh my God" repeatedly in that tell-tale British accent. In the middle of the action, one particular Spendius walked in, stopwatch in hand, exclaiming he was doing research and asking "my friend" what nationality he was! But worse upon worse, Spendius turned on the lights as he made his entrance! Well "my friend" was shocked beyond belief when he saw his "girlfriend" in all her lit glory. She, embarrassed, quickly gathered her clothes and ran off into the night, mumbling something about how Spendius's transgression would cause her to take on a new and duller life as one Lord Ellpus.

This is what my friend tells me, anyway.

Never leave the lights on every time.

Postscript: I should add--my friend was in shock for some time after this incident. To this day, he refuses to date English girls and harbors a strong disdain for English gentlemen.

How can you not know? They do say "Love is blind" but
not to that extend. You always can tell if it is a transvestite,
at least I would.

so it appears

Me too. The hands, the shouders, the arms, a certain look in the eye, voice mannerisms, are usually a dead giveaway.

I think some people might be "blind on purpose" sort of...

HARRRRUMPH! Absolute Balderdash and poppycock. I am about the most macho man in England.
I cannot make my reply too wordy, as I have just finished getting ready to go out for the evening, in order to attend a very formal function.
However, I shall be contacting my Barrister in the Morning.


By the way, how do I look.......

This is why I have a beard.And go in the pub every night.

If you don't have a beard and you don't go in the pub every night it is possible that on the nights you don't go in the pub you could be having a go at what Extra Strong (what use is Extra Medium I ask you?)'s friend had been up against.A sensible lady would always know where a man she was having a pecuniary relationship with was at every moment if he didn't have a beard.Like out on the lawn mowing it or cleaning the gutters out where she could keep her eye on him easily.You could dress me any way you could think up and you wouldn't be able to mistake me for a lady under any possible circumstances.(Don't try it EM).

Putting a bag over my head is cheating.

Damn.

Oh come now, where's the real Tim Curry creation?

Your honour:-

I hope you don't think I am being impertinent but you look fu**ing ridiculous.If you came in my pub looking like that you would get the bum's rush.

They'd be rushing his bum?

Eggzactly where is that pub?

Spanky, you've been working out, haven't you?