Thinking Outside the Box...
So, after going clubbin' for a couple of months I think it's time for me to review what I've learned.
One of the most obvious things I learned is that guys cannot seem to dance with you without getting a hard-on. Should I be offended if a guy doesn't get one?
It's so annoying to have someone grab up on you and start grinding their sausage against your booty. It's disgusting - especially if they're sweaty.
Another lesson learned is that guys aren't all that interested in me. I'm sure if I walked up in there half naked with make-up caked on my face and a nice long weave guys will be all over me.
By going to these clubs I feel as though I'm putting myself on display. The way people dance today you know that everyone is thinking the same thing: Is this how she moves in bed?
Come on, it's time to start thinking outside "the box". There's more to life than sex.
Did I just say that?
It's time to try something else. Take me to see an opera. Take me to a jazz club and introduce me to the band afterwards (then we can have an orgy)
See how everything just leads right back to sex?
No, seriously. Let's get dressed up and go someplace ultra elegant.
Oh, what was that? You don't have any money? Ok, try this:
Offer to wash my hair, paint my toenails, massage my back, take me to the park and push me on the swings, take me to an art museum, drive me around rich neighborhoods so we point out our dream houses....
And then maybe, just maybe I'll give you the pu$$y : )
One of the most obvious things I learned is that guys cannot seem to dance with you without getting a hard-on. Should I be offended if a guy doesn't get one?
It's so annoying to have someone grab up on you and start grinding their sausage against your booty. It's disgusting - especially if they're sweaty.
Another lesson learned is that guys aren't all that interested in me. I'm sure if I walked up in there half naked with make-up caked on my face and a nice long weave guys will be all over me.
By going to these clubs I feel as though I'm putting myself on display. The way people dance today you know that everyone is thinking the same thing: Is this how she moves in bed?
Come on, it's time to start thinking outside "the box". There's more to life than sex.
Did I just say that?
It's time to try something else. Take me to see an opera. Take me to a jazz club and introduce me to the band afterwards (then we can have an orgy)
See how everything just leads right back to sex?
No, seriously. Let's get dressed up and go someplace ultra elegant.
Oh, what was that? You don't have any money? Ok, try this:
Offer to wash my hair, paint my toenails, massage my back, take me to the park and push me on the swings, take me to an art museum, drive me around rich neighborhoods so we point out our dream houses....
And then maybe, just maybe I'll give you the pu$$y : )
posted by Mary at 1:14 PM
3 Comments:
You are joking, right?!?! You ladies need to figure out what you want if you expect us to know. You know DAMN WELL you all have a tendency to pass on the guy who wants to write you poetry and sit at the ocean for the guy who wants to treat you like a poop sandwich!! I've found that the females I'm nice to always go elsewehere. The ones who's name I can't remember but I always tip them on their last set of the night tend to love me.
Yes "TheKidd", I am totally joking :)
Thanks for the tips, by the way.
But you make an excellent point. We do tend to pass on the guy who writes poetry and wants to sit by the ocean....(remember "The Moon is Always Full" and St. Mary's by the Sea?)
Ahhh, those were the days. As a matter of fact, there are some really nice houses around that area that we looked at one time. Do you remember which house you liked the most? Maybe we should visit St. Mary's again.
I use to think that the club was a perfect place to find a man to use for sex and sex only...I mean who could get serious with a guy that gets a hard-on from rubbing up against any random girls butt. So, you're right sunshine most men in the club do have sex on the brain form the door. I actually met my boyfriend of two years in the club. He was my number one draft pick in my search for a ultimate jump off or casual sex partner per-say. (in otherwords the guy doing the most grinding on any random girls butt in the club that night) After turning that ho into a house wife I still see the club as a absolute mating ground so... my piont was what, I don't know but you get the picture.
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