I’m a baby-boomer-- a fucking baby-boomer. Looks are the sine qua non. Brains are merely the icing on the cake.
I have a dream a dream of a day when a woman will not be judged on the measure of her bust, but on the content of her BRAIN.
Yes, I have had cerebral affairs, when I fucked with a guy’s brain. But would he have been attracted to my brain if it had been inside of a 300 pound, bucked-toothed body??
Perhaps that will be the ultimate blessing of the internet. A couple can meet on-line, without ever seeing a picture of each other, and fall in love with the PERSON. Once they meet IRL, they might have to make some adjustments to their ideals.
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