>>> “Men who do not swear are really, really sexy to me.”
I was a licensed driver myself before I ever ONCE heard one of my parents swear. I got my Dad mad at me - about what, I don’t recall - and he said something that included the word shit.
Now of course I was ashamed to have so distressed my father that he used a curse word, but I was inwardly gratified to at last refute the working theory that BOTH of my parents were pod people.
Holding in frustration for long enough to tamp down the natural urge to ejaculate a socially unacceptable yet situationally appropriate word isn’t good for anybody, and as proof I submit my own Mom. Bless her heart, I love her to death... but day-yum!
You never knew what you were walking into with her.
[... You never knew what you were walking into with her...]
Are we related?
My Mother was manic-depressive and refused meds.
It was egg shells all the time. She loved to argue about
anything. Swore like a sailor, but had an elegant sense
of humor.