I just came back from drinking with one of my ex-classmate. We talked about alot of stuff over 2 glasses of really good quality Long Island Tea (by the end of that glass we were almost talking gibberish, I emphasize ALMOST.).
It came to this topic of relationships and sex.
She thinks that its not worth it to chase over a guy with a small dick. I don't know how true is that, but if she is talking about sex, maybe so. Because size does matter in some sense.
As for me, I am a walking relic which is why I am still in the 'new-in-shrink-wrap' condition. I think the first time is always important, sacred and rather selfish in some sense. Because I don't want my first fuck to end with waking up in the morning not knowing who the hell is sleeping beside you or not knowing where you are.
I don't want it to become a series of questions in my head like this:
Where the fuck am I?
Why the fuck am I doing here?
Who the fuck are you?
What the fuck did we do?
When the fuck did I meet you?
How the fuck did I end up here?
And all the above questions asked with a terrible migraine having a brawl at your head, while you try to recall what really happened after you downed that last beer (usually its not the last, but rather the last you remember.)
No, that is just not the way I want it. Maybe after the first time, promiscuity could be tolerated?
I don't know...really. It may seemed that I might not enjoy sex?
Then Carol and I dwell into Players. Players as in fuck-flirts, Casanova, James-Bond-sex-escapades-with-different-babes-every-series type of people.
One way or another we are players in the field of love (Oh god, this sentence sounded like I read too much Literature.), its either we are playing or getting played. I've heard of examples whereby the girl was in a "relationship" with a guy for 2 years. They were like doing stuff together (I'm sure you are not too stupid to know what stuff am I referring to). And after 2 years, the guy just stop contacting the girl. The girl called the guy and the guy just said this:
"My girlfriend came back from Australia already....we were never really in a relationship."
Like WTF is wrong with these people!!!
Can you like imagine how that girl felt? Its like doing whoring for FREE!
But that girl is just plain dumb stupid. Like at least confirm before you do anything. Its like you paid $150 for a PSP to your brother for a second hand PSP. He then confiscated it 2 days later and claimed that the money you gave him wasn't for the payment, but rather out of "good-will".
For this kind of people, I will pluck out their balls like plucking grapes from the vines. I will slap their pussies until it looks like a donut.
Well.
But for me, I guess its best to stay single though.
But sometimes this status can be such a bitch. Because at certain point of times, you can really feel Loneliness and Emptiness farting right at your face and mock you for your current state. You can almost hear them laughing in their most evil laughter.
Oh yea, we made a banter for guys with damn hairy legs and still wear berms. Its like their leg hair traps little kids because the kids are lost inside. And its fire-hazardous.
It came to this topic of relationships and sex.
She thinks that its not worth it to chase over a guy with a small dick. I don't know how true is that, but if she is talking about sex, maybe so. Because size does matter in some sense.
As for me, I am a walking relic which is why I am still in the 'new-in-shrink-wrap' condition. I think the first time is always important, sacred and rather selfish in some sense. Because I don't want my first fuck to end with waking up in the morning not knowing who the hell is sleeping beside you or not knowing where you are.
I don't want it to become a series of questions in my head like this:
Where the fuck am I?
Why the fuck am I doing here?
Who the fuck are you?
What the fuck did we do?
When the fuck did I meet you?
How the fuck did I end up here?
And all the above questions asked with a terrible migraine having a brawl at your head, while you try to recall what really happened after you downed that last beer (usually its not the last, but rather the last you remember.)
No, that is just not the way I want it. Maybe after the first time, promiscuity could be tolerated?
I don't know...really. It may seemed that I might not enjoy sex?
Then Carol and I dwell into Players. Players as in fuck-flirts, Casanova, James-Bond-sex-escapades-with-different-babes-every-series type of people.
One way or another we are players in the field of love (Oh god, this sentence sounded like I read too much Literature.), its either we are playing or getting played. I've heard of examples whereby the girl was in a "relationship" with a guy for 2 years. They were like doing stuff together (I'm sure you are not too stupid to know what stuff am I referring to). And after 2 years, the guy just stop contacting the girl. The girl called the guy and the guy just said this:
"My girlfriend came back from Australia already....we were never really in a relationship."
Like WTF is wrong with these people!!!
Can you like imagine how that girl felt? Its like doing whoring for FREE!
But that girl is just plain dumb stupid. Like at least confirm before you do anything. Its like you paid $150 for a PSP to your brother for a second hand PSP. He then confiscated it 2 days later and claimed that the money you gave him wasn't for the payment, but rather out of "good-will".
For this kind of people, I will pluck out their balls like plucking grapes from the vines. I will slap their pussies until it looks like a donut.
Well.
But for me, I guess its best to stay single though.
But sometimes this status can be such a bitch. Because at certain point of times, you can really feel Loneliness and Emptiness farting right at your face and mock you for your current state. You can almost hear them laughing in their most evil laughter.
Oh yea, we made a banter for guys with damn hairy legs and still wear berms. Its like their leg hair traps little kids because the kids are lost inside. And its fire-hazardous.
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