reader submission: thoughts from a dude
“Someone come clean my room. Then nap with me, then drink tea with me, then kiss me, then watch something we never heard of on Netflix, then nap again, then more tea, then make love 4 times, then make dinner naked, then go for a walk.then make some love again, before going to bed.”
Am I the only conscious guy of my age that wants a serious fruitful relationship with a person? I’m only 20. But I’m beginning to see an unruly pattern of misogynistic half-wits occupying my friends list. And no, Not on facebook. Like in real life . I spent a weekend in Vegas, it was awesome to say the least. I fulfilled more than half of my socialite aspirations. I drank out of the bottle, I sprayed champagne on everyone in sight, and I had a conversation with a scantily clad woman while she was grinding her privates on mine. Oddly, I found myself wondering what “she” was doing. In the giant climax (pause) of my sinful menagerie, I found myself pondering the actions of the female in question. “Does she not see the same thing as I do, When I look in the mirror?” I thought to myself. In fact there are remnants in my recollection of the night of me actually saying those very words out loud. My peers didn’t catch the comment, but that didn’t matter. It was more of a rhetoric to calm the emotional sea storming inside of myself.
The feeling I was experiencing under my cool and collective surface was visceral and deep, as the desire to know what “she” was doing arose. The kind that you get when you start to eat your meal at the table in a restaurant. And slowly, Like the ride to the tarmac, just before take off on a flight to new york, you realize where you are, and who you are NOT with. You drop out of the methodized routine of the day and take yourself off auto pilot mode and sink back into the realization that you are alone.That was really deep, I know. But I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, The fact that most (if not all) of my peers are womanizers. Grown up boys who take part in the same things they did when they were 17. Maybe it’s because we were in Vegas. Maybe it’s because we were all piss drunk. Or maybe it’s because all the real expectations weren’t present in the hearts or brains of their counterparts in their own relationships.
I won’t go off on a wild tangent and say girls need more drive in the field of emotional expectations. But you ladies do need to effectively explain your needs to us. No! not in some condescending and outlandishly complex outline of your love syllabus, just a subtle and sweet expression of your most basic and simplest needs for the time being.
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