It gives the impression that you are a sad computer nerd who spends their life down-loading porn... in the real world people still use phones (though preference is now to text)
Personally I hate texts its only one level up from e-mail, if you like someone, then simply take time out to give them a call, say something nice, make them laugh and make them feel special.
I took my son to London as a birthday treat a few years ago and we went off to Mme Tusseauds. We queued for 1 1/2 hours just to get as far as the till, it cost me £35 for just me and him ( he was 12 at the time ) to get in and the place was so crowded, you couldn't see all the exhibits let alone take photos. By the time we'd got as far as the Chamber Of Horrors, we were both feeling very claustrophobic and hot, we decided to leave. Son was understandably very disappointed so I emailed them when I got home and complained.
Was it the one linked to the Planatarium in Baker Street, I went there last year principally to visit the planatarium, we queued for 45 mins and when we got there, you had to buy a ticket for whole exhibit not just planatarium and it was over 75 quid, what a rip off............I complained about only wanting to visit planatarium then after nothing voted with my feet.
The problem with London is the staff who work in most of these venues don't care, and it's almost impossible to get a level of service with people who simply don't give a rats ass.
Complain like hell.........if you pay for something then you are entitled to get what you pay for :twisted:
A few oriental ladies that I have had the pleasure of knowing, often use massage as part of the sexual experience, either before or after but never during.
Always found it to be fantasic, lying naked on your front your back well oiled, and having a lovely nimble naked japanese lady sliding body to body up and down your back kissing and teasing, her nipples pressed hard against your flesh, her neat bush rasping on your bum cheeks.....................................................opppps where's the toilet.......................