Lots of interesting replies to this topic. A few random comments:
I talked to a friend yesterday, and he confirmed that I was âin a bit of a stateâ when I had this conversation. Itâs possible that I was a bit tired and emotional. If the girls were funking with me then they deserve to be ashamed of themselves for giving me such a hard time. I hope that if this happens again someone will make efforts to treat me a bit more kindly.
(For instance, you could reply with âHow about if I give you a nice long blowjob, then you wonât want to kiss me anyway, so it wonât matter?â)
The lady in question has previously made it fairly clear that she doesnât have a romantic interest in me, so her âinvitationâ was almost definitely not serious. If I had thought it had been, and if I had been able to stand up unsupported, I may have given it less hypothetical weight and more actual consideration.
(Edit: Dâuh, of course her interest is not romantic. Thatâs the whole point of the thread. Iâm really not making much sense, am I?)
I like a nice impersonal rogering as much as the next person, possibly even more, but I was surprised at how enthusiastically the chorus of modern women shouted their demands for something they can (and apparently do) get without actually having to involve a man. Everyone needs orgasms. But everyone needs intimacy too, or at least I thought they did. All the best sex Iâve ever had has involved a degree of âsurrenderâ, trust in the other person, and intimacy. This âOK, you have twenty minutes. Now get to work, sucker!â is a bit too business-like for my tastes.
It reminded me of an old sketch about someone who found out the hard way that Mr T was gay: âNow I want you to fuck me up the ass, give it to me real hard and donât you go coming too fast or Iâll clench my buttocks and rip your cock off.â
But no problem, I have other friends. I guess Iâll just get my hugs and kisses from those that are less âurgentâ, and make myself available to you-know-who-you-are the next time she needs it good and hard from behind. Babe, you have my number. All you have to do is call.
Hey, and a special note for all those smokers out there. Girls, cleaning your teeth, gargling with bleach, inviting me into the shower with you, itâs all a waste of time. When you smoke you draw nasty disgusting residue deep into your lungs and breathe it out again for hours after. You could wash your mouth out with bleach and a wire brush and it wouldnât change the fact that your breath is foul. You may not notice it, but thatâs because your sensory organs have been hardened to it by the abuse theyâve suffered. To the rest of us it is disgusting to have that carcinogenic blast ruin a good kiss.
But since you donât want âlovingâ I guess it doesnât matter. Iâll just have to resign myself to being used as a sex object. (Sigh) This is presumably what we call âprogressâ?