So you having relatives that weren't pussies makes you not a *****? Doesn't work that way. You have repeatedly made comments on these forums about avoiding pain and being afraid to say something to any of these fighters. That makes you sound awfully scared there, hoss.
Now you're nambian genes can **** off. Having hardass relatives way back means absolutely jack and shit. How about you go through the trial of life and then come back and talk shit. I've got the scars to prove that I've stood up when others have said I should stand down. I walk with a cane because of it. So am I afraid of a single other human being on this planet? No. Does any of that mean that I think I can kick their ass? No. I don't know whether or not I can until the time comes and I either will or won't. Doesn't matter. Never has.
And, for the record, I know quite a bit about lions. I've even hand fed a few and they are impressive animals. Truly they are. The few experiences I've had with them were exceptional. I like predatory animals - though I prefer marine predators. Personal taste.
Okay, so I messaged you to ask you to chill, but I'm kind of concerned. I mean, we could hit it off really well, end up having a few drinks, next thing you know you're giving me your number because I'm too shy to ask for it, I finally get up the nerve to call and we take in a movie, have some dinner, I relax, you relax, we go out a few more times, get to know each other's friends, spend a lot of time together, then finally have get past this sexual tension and really develop this intense sex life that is truly incredible, decide our relationship is solid and stable, so we move in together for a while, then a few months later get married, I get a promotion, you get a promotion, we buy a bigger house.
You really want kids, but I really want freedom, but we have a kid anyway, only to find that I am resentful, the sparks start to fade and to rekindle them we have two more lovely kids, but now I work too much to keep up with the bills, have no time for you, you're stressed and stop taking really good care of yourself, so to get past our slow sex life and my declining self-confidence I turn to an outside affair for sexual gratification. You find out because I'm careless and a lousy liar, you throw me out (justifiably so) and we have to explain to the kids why daddy and daddy are splitting up. That's just too sad. Think about the children! For God's sake, if you chill with me and we hit it off, let's just keep it sexual, because we both know where it's going. what do you think?