So i was having lunch with my colleagues and a friend of MissSeniorPisces and the topic steered towards past relationships. And how for one of them all her ex's have become bastards. It seems like there is an abundant supply of boys out there who have this ingrown ability to act like a true bastard once a relationship/fling/canoodling session is over.
Why is that?
That saying, 'nice guys always end up last' may be true in this matter. That is not to say every male individual that i've gone out with has ended up a bastard. My younger years of 'going out' with someone ranged from a day to a few months. In fact, my longest relationship of 8 years was one that i think very highly of. Maybe i was naive and eager to please that's why it lasted so long.
And as time moved on, things changed... our goals shifted and living in a fantasy world could only do so much. And as if i had to prove to myself that there was someone out there for me, i unconsciously enrolled myself in attracting the wrong kind.
I've come across a series of... let's call them boys for MOST of them are younger than i am. Each wanting nothing more than a 'good time' and with an overgrown sex drive that fed their selfishness. Whether i was a rebound or a just because, i admit i was in it for the same reason the only difference is, where was my pleasure? It's all about the body language. Once you're able to read the signs, it makes it so much easier to pick and choose.
And most of the time most of my encounters are the result of a series of alcoholic beverages and a reason for my judgments to be clouded. One's guard is let down and it seems much easier to make the first move. Obviously, one must have some sexual attraction to begin with. But more than often, it's the journey that's more thrilling than the end result.
99% of the time, it is the chase that makes it all more empowering. And more than often the second his load is released, so is the excitement.
An awkward situation that leaves both parties wondering when is the more appropriate time to make a quick getaway... straight after? After a short snooze? Or even better, make some lame arse excuse that "something important" came up. Anything more than a hug good-bye and peck on the cheek at the end of our intimate session would leave a tangle of questions hanging in the air.
And unless you don't live in the same country, the chances of bumping into one another is quite high. Greeting one another as though nothing has happened is the more appropriate thing to do. It's like an unwritten code of silence, you make no attempt to rekindle what went on behind closed doors in public and never does one expect anything more.
It's best to keep your mouth shut.
What i've learned is, whatever happens... happens. Have no regrets otherwise it'll eat you alive. You take it for what it is and don't expect anything out of it. You're both in it for the game and all emotional ties are forbidden.
Question is, how long does this game last before one gets bored? Or before something drastic happens and one is put in a dangerous situation. What if one day you wake up and realise all you are is a fucker magnet.
Why is that?
That saying, 'nice guys always end up last' may be true in this matter. That is not to say every male individual that i've gone out with has ended up a bastard. My younger years of 'going out' with someone ranged from a day to a few months. In fact, my longest relationship of 8 years was one that i think very highly of. Maybe i was naive and eager to please that's why it lasted so long.
And as time moved on, things changed... our goals shifted and living in a fantasy world could only do so much. And as if i had to prove to myself that there was someone out there for me, i unconsciously enrolled myself in attracting the wrong kind.
I've come across a series of... let's call them boys for MOST of them are younger than i am. Each wanting nothing more than a 'good time' and with an overgrown sex drive that fed their selfishness. Whether i was a rebound or a just because, i admit i was in it for the same reason the only difference is, where was my pleasure? It's all about the body language. Once you're able to read the signs, it makes it so much easier to pick and choose.
And most of the time most of my encounters are the result of a series of alcoholic beverages and a reason for my judgments to be clouded. One's guard is let down and it seems much easier to make the first move. Obviously, one must have some sexual attraction to begin with. But more than often, it's the journey that's more thrilling than the end result.
99% of the time, it is the chase that makes it all more empowering. And more than often the second his load is released, so is the excitement.
An awkward situation that leaves both parties wondering when is the more appropriate time to make a quick getaway... straight after? After a short snooze? Or even better, make some lame arse excuse that "something important" came up. Anything more than a hug good-bye and peck on the cheek at the end of our intimate session would leave a tangle of questions hanging in the air.
And unless you don't live in the same country, the chances of bumping into one another is quite high. Greeting one another as though nothing has happened is the more appropriate thing to do. It's like an unwritten code of silence, you make no attempt to rekindle what went on behind closed doors in public and never does one expect anything more.
It's best to keep your mouth shut.
What i've learned is, whatever happens... happens. Have no regrets otherwise it'll eat you alive. You take it for what it is and don't expect anything out of it. You're both in it for the game and all emotional ties are forbidden.
Question is, how long does this game last before one gets bored? Or before something drastic happens and one is put in a dangerous situation. What if one day you wake up and realise all you are is a fucker magnet.
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