Can't really speak on 1s but my 4s are generally the ones standing to the side of their mates in a bar or pub while the others are getting chatted up, they're obviously feeling left out, they're envious of their mates getting the attention, they wanna feel a bit special so that's when I go in for the kill... Easy money really. You'll often find they're either a little on the plus size but with a fairly pretty face OR they've got a half decent bod but you'll need to close your eyes if you ain't smashing from behind.
The old, tug boat and liner scenario. They're like picking off the weakest Wilderbeast from the herd. Fatties with massive norks who don't seem to realise that they're a lard bucket as they never see past their gargantuan tits are the worst. You go in for what looks like an easy kill and then they act like they're a solid 8.
Not so sure mate. A 1 is a 1, no getting away from the fact. One man's 7 is different from another mans 7. But a 1 is a 1. Bottom of the barrel type 1.
I've never dredged that deep in all honesty. Don't get me wrong, I've ploughed some munters, but nothing that would frighten a passing cat.
Fortunately, I've never had to stray anywhere near munter territory, lads. The likes and Skiddy and Pixie would spontaneously jizz in their keks if they saw the type of woman I'm liable to get jiggy with. Naturally, I couldn't have either of them in my vicinity during a pulling operation, since if the little dolly cottoned on that I had anything to do with either of the two dorks, that would be me blown completely out of the water.
"The Likes" ...those that habitually like your posts? ... @Spurlock and @Skylarker then .. harsh ... but might be fair for all I know ... although I doubt any of the 4 that you allude to will give much credence to your claims in all honesty ...
There's not a true swordsman who's ever lived, that can make that claim. A true swordsman always says yes, and with that comes the inevitable occasional munter. You Sir are either a liar or a lightweight
As we used to say, 'I've never been to bed with an ugly woman. But I may have woken up with one or two!..
True fam Anyway, the pretty ones have too many issues and that usually gets in the way of them squirting **** that.
It's all true, Tobias. I did once have a munter-type try to take advantage of me at a works' do, but fortunately for me I was so completely pissed that I couldn't perform. She bragged to all her mates that I'd worked on her all night, but I woke up in my work trousers, and with my shoes still on! I had the mother off all hang-overs! It took me a very long time before I could even bear the sight of vodka.
You've got to get to know your prey, Bruv. Trust me, there is nothing more filthy than a beautiful sexually repressed posh bird. What I haven't had done to me isn't worth writing about! You see, these women desperately want it, but they tend not to lower their standards (to the likes of the Skids and Pixies of this World), so that by the time someone like me comes along - BAM!! It's like an explosion in a custard factory, Bruv! It embarrasses me thinking about some of the antics I've had to endure from these maniacs!
One of the best shags I ever had was with a bird who looked like a 5/10 at best, and I'm being generous. She had nothing about her that would make her girlfriend material, but she was a complete weapon in the bedroom.
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Looks wise I wouldn't go below a 7, six at worst, as you can't be going at it and maintaining wood while looking (gurning) at a proper dog. I've gone down to a five shape wise though. In fact, used to quite enjoy it. By 5 I mean fun size chubbster rather than rocking fat. I lived in Neath for about 18 months, survived somehow, and did a good few on a Saturday night in those days!
I once had a crisis-of-conscious moment over a fun-sized chubbster, @Chief . She was a lovely girl with a pretty face, and would probably have been filthier than a chimney-sweep's broom, but I couldn't do it. A small part of me regrets it.
