Things that make MEN squirm:
It was a simple question asked after a moment of intimacy: What are you looking for? Are you open to dating and pursuing a relationship? Ruh Roh.After choking and coughing on an imaginary item lodged in my throat, I startled the inquisitive soul with a long pause. My face flushed three shades of crimson. I felt difficulty breathing. Clearly, I would have won BEST DRAMATIC ACT OF BEING CHOKED TO DEATH BY DARTH VADER.
My response was the most convoluted and obtuse ten minutes of psychobabble I had ever given. After listening to the painful attempt, the puzzled guy replied -- "I have absolutely NO IDEA what you just said. Answer the question. Are you open to dating? YES or NO?" (GULP!)
Why am I having difficulty with this question? I suppose it is because neither him nor I have ever talked about our feelings. We are presently enjoying each other's company with no strings attached. Perfectly "OK" short term, but not practical the longer we see each other.
I could easily fall for this guy, but it scares me. I have had so many disappointments. What will happen to my meticulously constructed lifestyle that has protected me from ever having to feel hurt, jealousy, or a broken heart? While it has suited me well, it offers me no such protection if I hurl myself off a cliff yelling, "I DO!"
I shiver in fear treading on the precipice of being human...It's a skeery world. Am I brave enough? Can I throw caution to the wind to love and be loved again? Pondering such things leaves me perplexed. I go "UGH!" and frantically search for anything else to occupy my thoughts.
Life is easier as a Sith. Human? Not so much.
posted by Brettcajun at Tuesday, October 25, 2011
11 Comments:
Mention the "R" word and they run, but if you say you enjoy copious amounts of scat play, there would be a line around the block.
Ugh. Men.
So...what did you finally say to him? Yes or no?
You're gonna grow up or aren't you? Don't be a wuss: nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Um, S, I'm not sure what block you live on, but: eeew. Coincidentally, my word verification is, "bacti."
Is there something wrong with just having a "no strings" relationship? It's still a relationship, but without all the relationship.
liver lillied chicken shit!
Not sure if it was hyperbole or not, but we really shouldn't have to think of dating as something that requires an act of bravery. You go out, you date, sometimes it lasts, sometimes it doesn't. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Such is the Circle of Life Simba.
Hasn't this show been canceled yet?
Brett please put in another CD in your life player. This one's digital output is beginning to repeat itself.
How about some Abba?
Take your balls out of your purse, Brett. At your age you should have learned by now that the heart is made for loving AND breaking, it also has an incredible capacity for healing. If it works - with this man, or some other - you'll know it's love when all you desire is to give him joy, and damn the consequences. Now go apologize to the boy for being such a lilly-livered twat, before I dig out my bitch-pumps and riding crop... scratch the crop. I forgot you'd enjoy that.
It would just be so much easier if these twinks would just say "So, are you open to cumming in my ass? Yes or No?"
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