...is it a rant? The literary equivalent of a coin tossed into a fountain? By doing so, closing my eyes and fervently wishing that I will end up "happily ever after?" Or, maybe this is just my effort at trying to be creative...bored with the repeating loops of people who think they are funny, open-minded, clever...and are anything but. Those who are clearly denied the self-awareness to realize the ultimate bottom line of their everyday existence...that they're boring, unoriginal...
As Amy Schumer said in her most recent HBO comedy special, "Remember 20's hope?!?" I do...the thought that I had all the time in the world. That my youth wouldn't begrudge me a few misguided relationship mistakes before ultimately allowing me to enjoy that thing that we all deserve to have with a significant other...a happy ending. And, as you get older, you start to wonder if Love does indeed exist...or if it's not just some strange side-effect of chemical structure purported by chocolate and lust. Like the rust covered metal sitting in some junkyard, my outer covering of cynicism will need to be meticulously scrubbed and sanded in order to have even a glimpse at the shiny metal of the romantic buried deep, deep underneath.
You see, I have a theory...about how men and women see each other...and see sex. When men are younger, they believe that relationships are all about the physical attraction they feel to their partner. As they get older, they start to realize that yes, that hot buxom blonde that gets your dick hard will just as rapidly get it just as soft when she opens her fucking mouth to reveal that her personality is nothing but a disgusting center covered up by all that delicious sugary physical hotness that quickly turns ugly with utterance of her first dumb comment.
In the beginning, for us guys, it's about 90% physical and 10% emotional. And, as we get older, it eventually turns into 60% physical and 40% emotional, but it never becomes less than 50% physical. Why? Well, because that's how we're wired, that's fucking why. God's cruel little joke, I suppose. Forget the Holocaust...forget Hiroshima...forget ebola...God's cruelest creation is how he has wired even the smartest, loyal and chivalrous men to be horny little fucks.
Women, on the other hand, are the opposite. They start as 90% emotional creatures and 10% physical. As they get older, they eventually drift the other way...become 60% emotional and 40% physical. It never becomes less than 50% emotional. Why? well, because that's how women are wired, that's fucking why. Forget abortion...forget buying shoes not on sale...forget cold blooded murder...God's second cruelest creation is how he has wired even the coolest, most laid back and low-maintenance women to be emotional animals. "It's not what you said, it's how you said it." Remember that one?
That's why older women and younger men work so well. It's a fairly good combo of matching physical and emotional desires that combine to create that delicious peanut butter & jelly that we all love so much. It's like chocolate and peanut butter, lawyers and motorcycles, Jews and Catholics. They just go together so well...
In truth, I feel sorry for women...the constant contradiction that all females have to go through...consistently told that it's what's inside that counts, and only slutty women have sexual feelings. And then, as soon as you get alone with your "true love," you're supposed to flip the switch and turn off all that sexual repression and become a wild thing in the sack. Anyone remember the line from that song? "We want a lady in the street and a freak in the bed." Good luck with that...probably easier to win the lottery.
A wise man once said, "Women become more attracted to those they love and men love more and more those whom they are attracted to." I think that about sums up this view that Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. It's a fucking miracle that any of us get together at all. ha ha
As for myself, I struggle with the idea of being in a relationship. Deep down, I want true intimacy...the kind of intimacy that we're all looking for at the moment that we come into this world.
And yet, I haven't had any luck. In fact, I haven't been in a relationship in 2 years. I hate to admit the fact that I haven't even fucked a woman in 2 years. You're thinking I'm ugly. I have no job. I'm a complete moron with women. Well, the last might be true. But in reality, I'm a good looking guy. I'm very athletic. Most would say I'm charming. I make a very good living in the healthcare profession.
Charlie Sheen once said, "I don't pay for sex, I pay them to leave." I never truly understood that statement until the last couple of years. Because the truth is that guys don't look at you, TRULY look at you until right after they cum. In that moment, for just a little while, we are truly open to who you are...your personality, your goals, your hopes, your dreams. And in that instant, we decide in a millisecond, if we want to be with you or not. It's really that simple. And after you've made us cum, society has set us up for you to expect something. Whether it's money or to act a certain way...all women expect SOMETHING. And, hence, Charlie Sheen's famous line...
Does love truly exist? If you had asked me when I was younger, I wouldn't have hesitated, saying, "Yes, of course it does!!!" And, as I've gotten older, I have to take a pause...a deep breath...and hesitantly answer, "I'm not sure." We become more calculating as we get older...more capable of creating a laundry list of qualities that we "can't do without" in a mate. And the internet has made it seem like we're ordering a shirt. All we have to do is pick the right color, style and size in the shirt we want and hit ORDER...and blam! 2 day shipping guaranteed! It used to be we married our neighbor because that was the only person in a 20 mile radius. If we had 50% of things in common with them, we were happy! And now, we feel that unless we achieve at least a 90% match of the qualities we're looking for in a mate, we "won't settle."
So, what is all of this rambling coming to? If you're still with me, I would be shocked. But I will say that I'm looking for a connection with a women like me--athletic, educated, professional. And I'm not sure that I want that connection to be a full-blown relationship.
However, I do know that a sexual beast within me has been growing, and I need a woman to help me let it out. I've always been reserved...limited by doing what I thought was the right thing. I would like to connect with a woman who will let me be free and explore what I've suppressed deep down. I wouldn't say I have any major kinks--no scat, no violence, and nothing I would consider too far off the beaten path. I would just like permission to be the sexual being that I've always wanted to be without any judgements or repercussions.
And no, thank you, I'm not interested in any male-male experiences. I'm simply straight and it just doesn't interest me at all.
To start, I live in Charlotte, NC and I would be willing to drive up to 1 hour to meet and see if we connect. Of course, there will need to be preliminary contact, communication and exchange of pictures before a meeting is to take place. And if we do meet, it will be an innocuous meeting in a public place to decide if there is warranted attraction to take it further.
I don't really suppose I'm expecting anything to come of this...I just thought, "What the hell?"
Is anyone interested?
As Amy Schumer said in her most recent HBO comedy special, "Remember 20's hope?!?" I do...the thought that I had all the time in the world. That my youth wouldn't begrudge me a few misguided relationship mistakes before ultimately allowing me to enjoy that thing that we all deserve to have with a significant other...a happy ending. And, as you get older, you start to wonder if Love does indeed exist...or if it's not just some strange side-effect of chemical structure purported by chocolate and lust. Like the rust covered metal sitting in some junkyard, my outer covering of cynicism will need to be meticulously scrubbed and sanded in order to have even a glimpse at the shiny metal of the romantic buried deep, deep underneath.
You see, I have a theory...about how men and women see each other...and see sex. When men are younger, they believe that relationships are all about the physical attraction they feel to their partner. As they get older, they start to realize that yes, that hot buxom blonde that gets your dick hard will just as rapidly get it just as soft when she opens her fucking mouth to reveal that her personality is nothing but a disgusting center covered up by all that delicious sugary physical hotness that quickly turns ugly with utterance of her first dumb comment.
In the beginning, for us guys, it's about 90% physical and 10% emotional. And, as we get older, it eventually turns into 60% physical and 40% emotional, but it never becomes less than 50% physical. Why? Well, because that's how we're wired, that's fucking why. God's cruel little joke, I suppose. Forget the Holocaust...forget Hiroshima...forget ebola...God's cruelest creation is how he has wired even the smartest, loyal and chivalrous men to be horny little fucks.
Women, on the other hand, are the opposite. They start as 90% emotional creatures and 10% physical. As they get older, they eventually drift the other way...become 60% emotional and 40% physical. It never becomes less than 50% emotional. Why? well, because that's how women are wired, that's fucking why. Forget abortion...forget buying shoes not on sale...forget cold blooded murder...God's second cruelest creation is how he has wired even the coolest, most laid back and low-maintenance women to be emotional animals. "It's not what you said, it's how you said it." Remember that one?
That's why older women and younger men work so well. It's a fairly good combo of matching physical and emotional desires that combine to create that delicious peanut butter & jelly that we all love so much. It's like chocolate and peanut butter, lawyers and motorcycles, Jews and Catholics. They just go together so well...
In truth, I feel sorry for women...the constant contradiction that all females have to go through...consistently told that it's what's inside that counts, and only slutty women have sexual feelings. And then, as soon as you get alone with your "true love," you're supposed to flip the switch and turn off all that sexual repression and become a wild thing in the sack. Anyone remember the line from that song? "We want a lady in the street and a freak in the bed." Good luck with that...probably easier to win the lottery.
A wise man once said, "Women become more attracted to those they love and men love more and more those whom they are attracted to." I think that about sums up this view that Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. It's a fucking miracle that any of us get together at all. ha ha
As for myself, I struggle with the idea of being in a relationship. Deep down, I want true intimacy...the kind of intimacy that we're all looking for at the moment that we come into this world.
And yet, I haven't had any luck. In fact, I haven't been in a relationship in 2 years. I hate to admit the fact that I haven't even fucked a woman in 2 years. You're thinking I'm ugly. I have no job. I'm a complete moron with women. Well, the last might be true. But in reality, I'm a good looking guy. I'm very athletic. Most would say I'm charming. I make a very good living in the healthcare profession.
Charlie Sheen once said, "I don't pay for sex, I pay them to leave." I never truly understood that statement until the last couple of years. Because the truth is that guys don't look at you, TRULY look at you until right after they cum. In that moment, for just a little while, we are truly open to who you are...your personality, your goals, your hopes, your dreams. And in that instant, we decide in a millisecond, if we want to be with you or not. It's really that simple. And after you've made us cum, society has set us up for you to expect something. Whether it's money or to act a certain way...all women expect SOMETHING. And, hence, Charlie Sheen's famous line...
Does love truly exist? If you had asked me when I was younger, I wouldn't have hesitated, saying, "Yes, of course it does!!!" And, as I've gotten older, I have to take a pause...a deep breath...and hesitantly answer, "I'm not sure." We become more calculating as we get older...more capable of creating a laundry list of qualities that we "can't do without" in a mate. And the internet has made it seem like we're ordering a shirt. All we have to do is pick the right color, style and size in the shirt we want and hit ORDER...and blam! 2 day shipping guaranteed! It used to be we married our neighbor because that was the only person in a 20 mile radius. If we had 50% of things in common with them, we were happy! And now, we feel that unless we achieve at least a 90% match of the qualities we're looking for in a mate, we "won't settle."
So, what is all of this rambling coming to? If you're still with me, I would be shocked. But I will say that I'm looking for a connection with a women like me--athletic, educated, professional. And I'm not sure that I want that connection to be a full-blown relationship.
However, I do know that a sexual beast within me has been growing, and I need a woman to help me let it out. I've always been reserved...limited by doing what I thought was the right thing. I would like to connect with a woman who will let me be free and explore what I've suppressed deep down. I wouldn't say I have any major kinks--no scat, no violence, and nothing I would consider too far off the beaten path. I would just like permission to be the sexual being that I've always wanted to be without any judgements or repercussions.
And no, thank you, I'm not interested in any male-male experiences. I'm simply straight and it just doesn't interest me at all.
To start, I live in Charlotte, NC and I would be willing to drive up to 1 hour to meet and see if we connect. Of course, there will need to be preliminary contact, communication and exchange of pictures before a meeting is to take place. And if we do meet, it will be an innocuous meeting in a public place to decide if there is warranted attraction to take it further.
I don't really suppose I'm expecting anything to come of this...I just thought, "What the hell?"
Is anyone interested?