i remember fondly how awkward one guy from my past was when it came to trying to pay a compliment. we'll call him "monsieur abrasive". i got the impression that monsieur abrasive didn't pay a lot of compliments - he was more accustomed to being brutally honest. he told me once that he liked me so much he wanted to "put me up high on a shelf and cover me so that nobody else could ever have me or talk to me". ummmm... thanks.
lesson for guys: no girl wants to be trapped where she can't eat. or pee.
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