I'm a sucker; no really; hopelessly romantic, that's me. No sex, no complications, no dating, no reality of any kind. Just romance. Just ILYs that smoke; hours and hours of holding and hugging and doing nothing but a little more holding and hugging.  And if you absolutely positively and definitely have to have sex and there's ont a convenient kidnapping, crisis of faith, hospital visit, alien abduction or murder to solve to distract you from it, then it's got to be the best damned sex ever recorded by modern man. For sure you have to cum so hard you black out, and so do I, preferably at the same time.  Topping and bottoming must be clearly defined, with the guy doing the holding earlier (as opposed to being the holdee) now being the top.  Everything has to feel good, and if there's even a second of pain, it's got to be immediately overcome with pleasure. And, of course, it has to be guy guy, and they both have to be hot "in their own way". There can be no messing around with this last rule--even if society as a whole says 'this guy is a big doof!', somewhere along the way, he's got to be convinced he's beautiful. And if important post sex banter doesn't convince him, you cannot just fall asleep. You have to pursue it, sometimes to the edge of argument, so that there can be another dramatic and life-altering ILY at the end. It sounds so simple, ..

Gee, I can't understand why I'm still single *LOL,