You can say "I'M NEVER DATING AGAIN!" and then call an ex to come over and date your vagina for 15 or so minutes. You can hang out with your female friends who will get you sloppy drunk wasted until you end up making out with a gay man.
You can deem yourself a lesbian and experiment. You can go into a nunnery. You can adopt a new cat. Or you can do what I do.
Nothing.
This is new. Typically I've done one or all of the above situations I mentioned above. But that game grows old and I'm tired. However! It's still fun to watch. Unfortunately there are low times filled with insult and irrational (are they?) women's thoughts.
I was invited to spend a vibrant, passion filled, night of sex and dirty nonsense. I declined. I later discover this man has a 'Date' lined up with another woman.
Riddle me this. Why does she get the date and I get the sex? Is it because I'm chubby so he doesn't want to take me out to dinner? Is my laugh too obnoxious to go see a movie with me?
Nothing says "Hey! I don't want to be seen in public with you...So.. I'm not taking you out. But I wouldn't mind being inside of you for an evening!" quite like that.
Listen. Let's be real, here. I'm a woman. It's easy for a woman to get laid. It's hard to get the 'Dating' experience. Of course... who am I kidding? I'm a modern day woman. I often pay SOMEthing. Be it my share, the tip (heh...) whatever. I don't mind. But the offer is still nice. And no I'm not saying I wanted to go out with him or that I'm sad or whatever. I'm just wondering what the deal is. Why does she get to get all dolled up and get to go out and get free drinks, and doors opened for her and an arm to escort her.... when I get to play creature of the deep lagoon with the lights off?
Maybe I'm not classy enough or something.
Then there's those situations that begin with a physical relationship (typically you're a rebound but that's fine because you're going through some stuff) then you start hearing less and less from them. No more #nudes. Then it happens. You have the conversation of "Just checking up on ya!" and they throw in a:
"Yeah.. I'm ok. Just talking with this one girl.."
Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
There it is.
I guess I'm just a little focused on the "How do we get here?" piece of it all. When you stand back to take a better look... it all seems kind of random. Chaos. Poor rations. Who's in charge here?
See.. what's going to happen now is.. I'm going to get all kinds of responses from men stating that they would love to take me out or have sex with me or both! And hey. More power to ya. But I'm sure there are girls out there who you would ONLY have sex with. Or ONLY take to a movie. This is the piece. The pick and choose.
In a world of Apples and Oranges.... I'm a Kumquat. No one quite knows what to do with it.
