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| Name: |
Buford
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Age: |
One year old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Cat
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| Home: |
Escondido, California, USA
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It's
the same old story of boy meets girl. She was cruising the usual
hang-outs where my type tends to be driven to, looking for a more "mature and
worldly" sort. I was my brother's wingman - he's the one everyone thinks is
"so cute" but I caught her eye right away... tried to slip her my number but
there was a wall between us. Concrete.
She introduced herself to a couple of the more grown-up guys in the joint
before I got my chance. When she stopped by my place, I knew I had her right
where I wanted her, tried to play coy and cool for a half a sec, but couldn't
resist my girl. The door opened, and I threw myself in to her arms, snuggled
up close to her chest and started kissing her cheek. That's when I knew I had
sealed the deal, that she was the girl for me. I moved in two days later.
Some may consider me a kept man but it has its perks.
I was really sick when I got to her house from germs I caught from all the
other dudes in the joint, but after a couple weeks of good love and
medication, I was back on her game. I'm her *Little Man* now -- we go for
drives and garden together. She has provided me with the kind of life a guy
only dreams about. I eat when I'm hungry, our bed is warm and soft (I love to
snuggle with her), our house is full of "the ladies" (dog sisters) and she
constantly tells me how cute and sweet I am, and she's teaching me how to use
the computer. For a little man with no opposable thumbs, I'm doing just fine.
I'm still a little immature but some say it's one of my many endearing
qualities. I got my name because I have a redneck but have the most amazing
soft coat, I play funny jokes on my "girls", and I keep everyone laughing.
This gig seems to be just the right kind of work for me, and as long as I give
in to her every whim, our relationship is total bliss. I'm one lucky Little
Man.
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