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Third Date Home…. Run

I’ve had my head up my own ass for so long; I think I have lost touch with reality. My man and I have had our fair share of troubles and been on again off again for as long as we were, well, we…

There were a few times when we split up real good and I doubted we would patch things up… so I don’t think I’m so out of touch with the real single world. Although, I do have quirky ways and fail to give a shit about, um well, any other way.

Including this:

One two three… gimme some…

I notice that many dating people have a general ‘rule of thumb’ about getting laid.

Okay so it’s not 1920, people live longer, and choose to live life more freely. Most are going to school, so careers take top priorities.

The entire settling down thing, marriage and starting a family, happens much later than ever before.

So it’s understandable, almost everyone will not wait around for that, remain a virgin until they find a mate. After all we could be talking forty-something.

But I’m talking about those on the reverse end. Those who neither want to commit or wait. I hear the normal rule of thumb for guys to expect to get some from his lady acquaintance, is just mere 3 dates. How well could you know someone by three dates? Unless your dates are long vacations it’s likely not very well.

Just for the record, guys we like sex too!

However common sense says when you have sex with more than one person in a short time, they too are likely also having sex with more than one in a short time. Rinse and repeat. Then we are talking about more than just having sex with the whole damn team… I’m saying you’re getting laid with the whole fucking crowd.

And well, three’s a crowd. You can’t tell me one of those people watching the game isn’t infected with something… And it’s just about how well the condom was used (and is being about to be used)… and which obstacle-course did your partner go on to determine if the link occurred before or after her encounter.

Sex isn’t hott when it burns to pee. She’s not so pretty with the bugs in her snatch. Your nuts aren’t worth the extra boil you have next to your nuts.

I just can’t respect a man that cannot respect himself [or me] enough to get to know someone before expecting to sleep with someone. No matter how long that is…

And no, three dates is not enough time to get to know someone. Yes sometimes it happens, but these guys are seriously thinking hey this is the third date; I’m fixin to get some. Ick.

This means he expects it from every single date by the third date… and let’s face the truth here: A women that’s doable after just three dates is not doable wifey material to him. He’s just there for sex!

My advice to the third date home– runners is to stop playing the “game” where you win some, you lose some… and go ‘get some’ with the money you paid in dates (to pay for your non call girl) and seal the deal no-matter-what!

Really that’s all it’s about, you know it! You want some and you’re paying her slyly (in dates), assuming she wanted to share her time and cut of her [call girl] money hanging with your ass, assuming you will get your rocks off by the third date.



A Close Race: Cat & Mouse Game

What are your needs?

For me something is missing. Something has always been missing.

What is it?

Well I’m not sure. However I’m sure I can pin point it if I dig enough.

I do know that something is missing. A feeling I’m not able to balance. A feeling of needing something, or needing more.

At times, I feel the urge to explore. I get board. I like routine. I like feeling secure. But something connects in my mind to wonder.

Wonder how?

Well to flirt with someone. To chase after the newness. I love the feeling of been adored. I crave this feeling. A feeling that a man wants me and puts effort in chasing me. It’s a rush! Once he shows interest in someone else. He makes me jealous. Jealous that SHE is getting my attention. That she is prettier, or better than me. Is she sexier than me, more women than me. What can she do that I can not do? Questions like this beat me in the head. Maybe she’s not better than me. Maybe he turns right back to me. Nope. He lost me. It’s near impossible to get me back on the path once this happens.

Depending on how badly it stung.

I’ll kill his ego with silence. I’ll be there. He will see me. Maybe will want me still. Except do I know you? As I turn and carry on. Sending him the big message as Ha you can have me, you are not man enough to be my man, or your not man enough to keep me satisfied. Simply forgotten. 100% Blown the fuck off!

However if it stung me, I may play a game of cat and mouse. Not like before when we flirted. However he will likely think so. I have bumped up my game. I’m playing my big cards. Much like when we boost his man card and fake the big O. Disappointed and just want out of the awkward moment of his cock probing our pussy completely unpleasured.

I’m getting my lady-ego back and it’s filling up dangerously fast. My confident sours to dangerous levels, that other women has nothing on me now! My big move is approaching and I’m scooping out the fields.

Got it, I find a new target, rather fast. Guys can smell my urges. The other guy is my bait for the new guy. He will want me more knowing his more man than the other and can’t stand the though of me being with a lesser man. He will have the urge to take on the challenge of getting the girl and pleasing her better than the lesser man. He has upped his game and is highly focused on me. ME! ONLY ME! How hot, turns me on thinking about it!  It’s animal talk people. Humans are animals! 

Right about now the first guy will begin back at the first option…. Seeing me, really wanting me…. but not “really” having me, anymore. I’m physically there – but mentally it’s clear I’m not there.

I want to be with the other guy. I’m about to seal the deal and ‘snap out out of it’ of play it off like a ‘bad day.’

After all, I don’t want either tripping over their tale, yet anyway!

He comes back and really wants to pick me up. He misses the way it way before… except he gets slapped in the face by reality. My mind, my eyes, my soul is else where.

He’ll get a glimpse of the big catch. The fish that’s bigger and better… All the man he was and so much more. The fish is better looking, stronger, smarter, sexier, and best of all he’s mine, all mine.

So it makes me a bad word. It’s like when he looked at her. And I’m talking more here people…. not some guy I just met. I’m talking dawgs here. Men that want to tie us ladies up for themselves and wonder around sniffing other bitches. Did he really think another bigger, better, dog would come and sniff his tied up bitch, while he was out? Was his ego that damn big? Did he really believe he was all that of a man?

I find it humorous, that some men can think this way and call me a bad word.