Being told you’re a lucky guy to have the girl you’re with is pretty much the height of cishet male-to-male compliments. There’s literally no compliment I would rather receive, and it’s pretty deeply ingrained in our culture.
About 7 years ago, my now-wife and I had just moved to this city and she was struggling to find work. We attended a few networking events to try to figure out the job market for her field here.
Now, I mean. I know my wife is hot. She was then, she is now. She can and has stopped traffic. People have fallen off bikes to gawp at her. Women have thrown themselves at her. Men act like boys around her.
At this professional networking event, while my wife had stepped away, a man wearing a 3-piece suit and clearly well into his career turned to me and said “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but she’s … really … beautiful.” The overall affectation and delivery was fawning, cautious, even. He was kind of moon-eyed. The guys around him all nodded somberly, as if they’d been stricken.
He had been talking with the men around him when we wandered over, and they all went a bit quiet when we came over.
Clearly, I still remember the compliment. It was a great testament to how hot my wife is. She’s a babe. (And like, fun, funny, and sweet and all the other stuff that makes relationships work.)
I think I prefer to lick his taint while I’m humming to really tickle his glans. It’s difficult to get the humming right when you bob deep enough, but with some practice it’s almost second nature.
Being told you’re a lucky guy to have the girl you’re with is pretty much the height of cishet male-to-male compliments. There’s literally no compliment I would rather receive, and it’s pretty deeply ingrained in our culture.
About 7 years ago, my now-wife and I had just moved to this city and she was struggling to find work. We attended a few networking events to try to figure out the job market for her field here.
Now, I mean. I know my wife is hot. She was then, she is now. She can and has stopped traffic. People have fallen off bikes to gawp at her. Women have thrown themselves at her. Men act like boys around her.
At this professional networking event, while my wife had stepped away, a man wearing a 3-piece suit and clearly well into his career turned to me and said “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but she’s … really … beautiful.” The overall affectation and delivery was fawning, cautious, even. He was kind of moon-eyed. The guys around him all nodded somberly, as if they’d been stricken.
He had been talking with the men around him when we wandered over, and they all went a bit quiet when we came over.
Clearly, I still remember the compliment. It was a great testament to how hot my wife is. She’s a babe. (And like, fun, funny, and sweet and all the other stuff that makes relationships work.)
I personally would be more likely to interpret that as being told I’m not good enough for her. But that’s just me.
In cishet world it’s the pretty much only way to compliment another male stranger without risking sounding gay
It’s as if people don’t know you can just say no homo right after the classic nice cock, bro.
It’s hard to get the “no homo” part out with his scrotum in your mouth.
I think I prefer to lick his taint while I’m humming to really tickle his glans. It’s difficult to get the humming right when you bob deep enough, but with some practice it’s almost second nature.
Mmm, mmm. I’d lick those calves clean… no homo brother