Sins to confess
When the depths of hell open to receive my soul, undoubtedly I will be sent to the ring of fire dedicated to people who enjoy tempting women without actually fully seducing them. I've discovered one of the fouler pleasures in my life is having long talks with women, during which I can turn on the full force of my charm, charm without intent to seduce. For whatever reason I really enjoy having many female friends, who could possibly have romantic desires for me. This ain't bragging. For example, last night, I met a friend at a bar. Been thinking that she might be interested in me -- we've spent a lot of time talking about her romantic woes -- when on the carride back I was muttering on about the ordinariness of recent life. She reponds, "maybe you need to date someone new..." I responed, "Ahem?" She continues, "Maybe you need to fall in love with someone new." Hm. Excited the cab slightly awkwardly.
This phenomenon has been noticed even by my father, who commented "you enjoy being surrounded by the affection of many women."
Not to go too deep into my rather shallow psyche, but I notice that alot of these female friends are Asian. Some desire for motherly adoration?
Who knows. Psychology is boring.
Just thought I should warn ya all. I won't fuck your women. I'm William DeFoe in David Lynch's "Wild at Heart", when he fingers Laura Dern, asks her "Do you want to fuck me?" and arouses her to the point where she says, "Yes!" and then he immediately tips his hat, says "Adios" and exits.
Life going a little better than the previous days.
Music of late:
Lauryn Hill - To Zion
Old Radio Shows:
Dragnet and Around the World in 80 Days by Orson and the Mercury Theater.
When the depths of hell open to receive my soul, undoubtedly I will be sent to the ring of fire dedicated to people who enjoy tempting women without actually fully seducing them. I've discovered one of the fouler pleasures in my life is having long talks with women, during which I can turn on the full force of my charm, charm without intent to seduce. For whatever reason I really enjoy having many female friends, who could possibly have romantic desires for me. This ain't bragging. For example, last night, I met a friend at a bar. Been thinking that she might be interested in me -- we've spent a lot of time talking about her romantic woes -- when on the carride back I was muttering on about the ordinariness of recent life. She reponds, "maybe you need to date someone new..." I responed, "Ahem?" She continues, "Maybe you need to fall in love with someone new." Hm. Excited the cab slightly awkwardly.
This phenomenon has been noticed even by my father, who commented "you enjoy being surrounded by the affection of many women."
Not to go too deep into my rather shallow psyche, but I notice that alot of these female friends are Asian. Some desire for motherly adoration?
Who knows. Psychology is boring.
Just thought I should warn ya all. I won't fuck your women. I'm William DeFoe in David Lynch's "Wild at Heart", when he fingers Laura Dern, asks her "Do you want to fuck me?" and arouses her to the point where she says, "Yes!" and then he immediately tips his hat, says "Adios" and exits.
Life going a little better than the previous days.
Music of late:
Lauryn Hill - To Zion
Old Radio Shows:
Dragnet and Around the World in 80 Days by Orson and the Mercury Theater.