I didn't come here for a love fest. C'mon, where's BJ!

You know how most of us come off online as a bunch of grizzled old fisherman who rule the roost at home. Drag the wife into the bedroom by the hair after finishing off the drumstick of the turkey we just killed in the back yard and cooked over a fire pit. But actually we're more like the guy in the commercial who paints his girlfriends toe nails and then asks her if she wants another coat on them.

Well, Aunty comes across as some submissive, back patting, "yes honey you are the greatest lover and husband I could ever ask for" type.

But, behind the screen she's probably some sex crazed xx year old wild, man beatin', "get me another beer old man, and DON'T forget my shot of Wild Turkey to wash that thing down with" types.

Am I close?