I have a crush on a personal trainer at Gold's Gym by my house... Rippling muscles. He's so sexy... But, I am trying to set him up with a friend who I think he'd like.
My husband seems ignore it. I think it makes him a little anxious. But I don't really flirt--that much...
If the roles were reversed, homegirl would have to blow me outta the water. Because I am like a
"Maybach" and I would be pissed if he dumped me for a cracky whore is like a
Pinto with an anti-theft device in South Central LA.
If he wanted the bootlegged crap, then hey, he can have her...
Old and busted vs. "New Hottness"?
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