Oh don't worry. It's nothing that convoluted. Basically it boils down to:
-Women talk about their feelings
-Men feel out their feelings
-And this blogger does both
Oh. My. God. I must be a hermaphrodite.... AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alright, alright. Silliness aside, it's pretty true, eh? A guy won't respond as favorably if you just tell him in words, he needs to be f*cked. Why else do you think he wants sex all the time, ladies? And my boys, you know your wife doesn't really care how good you are to her in bed, as long as you listen (or pretend to) and take responsibility for crap (this usually means paying for crap). Sheesh, no wonder people usually divorce as much as they get married, or even more if you're talking about the USA, hah~.
Myself? Both are pretty important. I see myself working both into my relationships to good effect--I like to balance things out, so after I've made your loins explode in love juices, I'll sit and be more than happy to hear about your dreams, ideas, anything really. I really can't do with too much or too little of either of them, y'know? I want to make love to you but I also want to just kill time talking about well, shit--I sure do waste time talking about random things, lol. That would probably explain why like every second or third conversation I have with would-be lovers is laced with sexual advances and romantics, hehe, I'm such a tease at times xD. Perhaps it's because I don't see people much in person that I'm more willing to be open on the internet--I want to find someone who wants to get all that I have to offer, word?
"I'd be most content with a 9 to 5 job, then coming home to f*ck my man-wife until he screams like a banshee," yes, yes I would. That's literally a sentence I thought to myself earlier today (yesterday for you technical kooks). Maybe without the cursing--what? I don't get any kick from using dumb language... my vocabulary is pretty expansive, dear wanderer. Don't you just love the auto-censoring that some forums use, especially if you're viewing it as a guest? Heh, well let it be known that if you are my lover (boyfriend is too casual a word) I will indeed gently caress you, hard. You're very welcome.
Okay, so onto the talking part I guess. I just feel better when people make an effort to talk to me--I mean at present I really have nothing better to do than be talking to people, but it's more than that. My mom does not make any efforts to keep up conversation with me, either. Okay? I'm not asking for your sympathy but I would appreciate a little effort from you, if you sincerely find yourself interested in me. In part because I'm really, really used to and tired of people forgetting about me... and I'm her first born son of all things. You'd think she'd give enough of a shit about me... people are so dumb, sometimes. *sigh*
Ultimately, I would like to have a family someday. A family that I've been deprived of for a long time already, hah, but I mentioned so already. Could adopt a kid or two if the man-wife is up to it, you know? If not, that's fine too. I just hope to find some limp-inducing, hip-breaking love eventually. What? Sex-related injuries are bound to happen if one gets too into the thrusting (but admittedly I'm pretty slow and sensual when it comes down too it, I doubt I'd be thrusting him too fast unless he outright asks for it... yes, too much information) lolol.
Take care, random people who read this.
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