I was hanging out with my go-go dancer friend last night when she delivered two rather odd compliments.
The first was, "I love being with you because all we do is laugh."
Okay, this is the more normal of the two and I can appreciate that, although it does make me think of sketchy persons that hang out in rooms with padded walls, but okay.
The second was, " I also like hanging out with you because I don't expect anything from you."
This puzzled me a bit.
"So, you expect the same out of me as you would, say, from a near-dead carcass on the road or perhaps one of the boys from N'Sync -- barely a pulse?"
She went on to explain that it was more along the lines of her not having to worry about me being a stereotypical guy; the type that would try to feed her vast quantities of drinks and then hump her leg.
I assured her that by no means would I ever attempt to 'feed her vast quantities of drinks.'
I then proceeded to hump away.
Oh, no, wait, strike that.
Maybe I reached an epiphany about two years back, but I simply can't stand any kind of casual sex these days.
I think this was why I was so upset a few days back; my whole 'friends with benefits' issue. I haven't allowed something like that in nearly two years.
But, point being, I'm so much more into getting to know people these days.
If a relationship miraculously spawns from this then all the better, but I don't go into meeting girls with the ulterior motive to bed them, as I always did in my youth. Back then a cute face or ass and the aforementioned faint-pulse was about all that was needed for inspiration.
Now, if I don't feel that, 'click,' that special warm feeling in the bit of my tummy; it's no dice.
I'm beginning to wonder if it is the wisdom gained from the onset of my 'Golden Years', as I just recently turned 32.
Or maybe it is a dreaded case of the 'maturities.'
Either that or, the worst of all, I've developed a higher moral stance in direct response to the various multiple stimuli garnered from life's experiences amongst the fairer sex.
Aw, enough of the psycho-babble bullshit.
I'm gonna have a beer.
-Scotty
PS Leaf, don't hate me because of my faulty wiring. I bought you a new pair of socks. The have little sausages on them.
The first was, "I love being with you because all we do is laugh."
Okay, this is the more normal of the two and I can appreciate that, although it does make me think of sketchy persons that hang out in rooms with padded walls, but okay.
The second was, " I also like hanging out with you because I don't expect anything from you."
This puzzled me a bit.
"So, you expect the same out of me as you would, say, from a near-dead carcass on the road or perhaps one of the boys from N'Sync -- barely a pulse?"
She went on to explain that it was more along the lines of her not having to worry about me being a stereotypical guy; the type that would try to feed her vast quantities of drinks and then hump her leg.
I assured her that by no means would I ever attempt to 'feed her vast quantities of drinks.'
I then proceeded to hump away.
Oh, no, wait, strike that.
Maybe I reached an epiphany about two years back, but I simply can't stand any kind of casual sex these days.
I think this was why I was so upset a few days back; my whole 'friends with benefits' issue. I haven't allowed something like that in nearly two years.
But, point being, I'm so much more into getting to know people these days.
If a relationship miraculously spawns from this then all the better, but I don't go into meeting girls with the ulterior motive to bed them, as I always did in my youth. Back then a cute face or ass and the aforementioned faint-pulse was about all that was needed for inspiration.
Now, if I don't feel that, 'click,' that special warm feeling in the bit of my tummy; it's no dice.
I'm beginning to wonder if it is the wisdom gained from the onset of my 'Golden Years', as I just recently turned 32.
Or maybe it is a dreaded case of the 'maturities.'
Either that or, the worst of all, I've developed a higher moral stance in direct response to the various multiple stimuli garnered from life's experiences amongst the fairer sex.
Aw, enough of the psycho-babble bullshit.
I'm gonna have a beer.
-Scotty
PS Leaf, don't hate me because of my faulty wiring. I bought you a new pair of socks. The have little sausages on them.
oh wait, that was the other guy
you just offer me sausage socks. i DO hate you. a lot.
xoxo
your little wookie