I had every intention of finishing up an update post last night. As you can see... didn't exactly happen as planned. Whatevs. After taking in some excellent Monday night television programming, I was thinking about having a nice little bubble bath to relax {with some wine too, perhaps}, when I got a little phone call on the cellular device. Who could it be?
Derrick the Dick.
An ex, whom I'm not overly fond of {to put it extremely lightly} but he thinks he is amazing, God's gift to women etc. I actually listened to most of his pathetic attempt at a booty call just to hear how desperate he was. And then shut him down, of course.
He's one of those guys you'd love nothing more than to plaster posters all over his hot spots in the city that resemble this:
Derrick the Dick.
An ex, whom I'm not overly fond of {to put it extremely lightly} but he thinks he is amazing, God's gift to women etc. I actually listened to most of his pathetic attempt at a booty call just to hear how desperate he was. And then shut him down, of course.
He's one of those guys you'd love nothing more than to plaster posters all over his hot spots in the city that resemble this:
I've managed to restrain myself.. so far.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not really a vengeful person. Well, kind of. And he's a great looking guy. Just.. after the 3rd time through dating the guy and a looooot of wasted time {looking back on things you always realize that} I'm getting pretty sick of him ringing me up thinking everything is dandy, I love him {HAH}, and furthermore, I'd love nothing more than to hurry over to his apartment and blow him. How about not!
Speaking of, I got a nice little message in my inbox on Facey the other day from a good friend I went to high school with, and still see out every now and then. We've kept in touch. She was, and is, the kind of girl who had a super tough and cool exterior but really, inside, was pretty naive and knew fuck all about anything guy/sex related. Which is fine.
Anyway. Back to the message at hand.
Or should I say head? {I'm hilarious, I know.}
She's got this new bf, they've been dating kinda casually for a few months. Basically what it came down to is that she's never performed oral on a guy, ever. Ever! I don't know why, but at this age, it struck me as odd that one wouldn't have at least attempted. {And I know some people are holding out, whatever, don't attack me with a bunch of those type comments}
I gave her some pointers, but it felt kind of weird telling someone who I had always thought to be on close to an equal playing field as me how to get off her bf with her tongue. Oh well.
And for the record, I'm not a crazy penis-crazed skank who runs around blowing everything in sight. I'm not. I'm just experienced.
Why, in this crazy world, when a girl uses the term "experienced" in reference to her sexual prowess or skills or whatevs, does it carry with it the connotation of being a slut who may or may not be rocking some genital herpes? When, a guy who knows his way around down south is simply a good kisser. Ah, another gender double standard.
Not really surprised, I suppose. I'm curious to see what you lovelies think about that whole dealio.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not really a vengeful person. Well, kind of. And he's a great looking guy. Just.. after the 3rd time through dating the guy and a looooot of wasted time {looking back on things you always realize that} I'm getting pretty sick of him ringing me up thinking everything is dandy, I love him {HAH}, and furthermore, I'd love nothing more than to hurry over to his apartment and blow him. How about not!
Speaking of, I got a nice little message in my inbox on Facey the other day from a good friend I went to high school with, and still see out every now and then. We've kept in touch. She was, and is, the kind of girl who had a super tough and cool exterior but really, inside, was pretty naive and knew fuck all about anything guy/sex related. Which is fine.
Anyway. Back to the message at hand.
Or should I say head? {I'm hilarious, I know.}
She's got this new bf, they've been dating kinda casually for a few months. Basically what it came down to is that she's never performed oral on a guy, ever. Ever! I don't know why, but at this age, it struck me as odd that one wouldn't have at least attempted. {And I know some people are holding out, whatever, don't attack me with a bunch of those type comments}
I gave her some pointers, but it felt kind of weird telling someone who I had always thought to be on close to an equal playing field as me how to get off her bf with her tongue. Oh well.
And for the record, I'm not a crazy penis-crazed skank who runs around blowing everything in sight. I'm not. I'm just experienced.
Why, in this crazy world, when a girl uses the term "experienced" in reference to her sexual prowess or skills or whatevs, does it carry with it the connotation of being a slut who may or may not be rocking some genital herpes? When, a guy who knows his way around down south is simply a good kisser. Ah, another gender double standard.
Not really surprised, I suppose. I'm curious to see what you lovelies think about that whole dealio.
