Since you will be sweating from all of your hard work, you should also have a towel hanging off the back alongside your chalkbag. Men aren't the only ones that can benefit romantically from gym climbing. Here are some common tricks of the trade for all you ladies. Spend the bulk of your training hours sitting on the floor getting a sore neck as you watch a titan of plastic own his latest project.
IBU Every night following climbing should be a night on the town, hopefully with the aforementioned object of your desires.
I also need to see what you go through to maintain your bonds. If I'm ever in a situation of extreme peril, such as being locked in a tower by a mage, I need to know what sort of danger you're willing to put yourself through to rescue me.
If you're lead climbing, I want to see the gym staff yelling at you to stop skipping draws.
Pawing our way up the walls, I'm sure many of us wondered how long it would be before we drew one chalky breath too many and died of some rare but serious lung disease. Even if it appears I have a move wired, I need specific coaching.
Fortunately, there was always the distraction of eye-candy. When so many climbers are drawn into the warehouse of plastic, it's a great time to display your feathers for a prospective mate. Take any opportunity you can to touch my ass while "spotting." Show me how to climb If you aren't telling me how to climb, you need to show me.
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