santianna

There are all sorts of idiots in the world, and the one that I cannot stand the most is the sort that think they can bribe you. I HATE getting emails from men who think just because theyre white and rich, I should want to meet them. (I drop by in Singapore often for business, we should meet for a drink go to hell, who told you that we should?) I hate emails from people I do not know offering me pretty girlfriends to experiment with. Sexual experimentation is a pain, way too tiring and just so wrong with people you dont know.

I will never solicit for any sort of sex over the internet, because my previous experiences with it have mostly been pretty damn bad. The rational is simple, if youre so great, why resort to the internet? Possibly because youre insecure in real life or youve got something to hide, who knows. But whatever it is, I will never agree to meet anyone that suggests anything sex over an email. Youre insane.

Im not and never will be the sort of person wholl sleep with a rock star just because they are a rock star. In fact, Ill hate their guts if they use the fact that they are rich and good-looking as a right to get laid by anyone they want. I know loads of people who are rich, good-looking, and modest. And modesty is by far the most important trait.

I was watching some silly MTV show yesterday while doing warm-ups, and in it, there were these two guys who were vying for a date with this really fit girl. Both of them were good looking, but one was better built and wore fancier stuff. But she went for the other one anyway. You know why? Because no girl will ever want to feel like she can be bought. The loser dude was consistently, throughout the show, going, Im smarter, sexier, more romantic All the girl heard was, I bet, Im full of myself, I love myself and you should too, oh I am so full of my self I bet youll feel so full of me when I stick my Never-mind.

For Christ-sakes, grow up. Yes, if an individual is affluent, intelligent and good looking, I will be more inclined to want to spend time with him, just because most people are not rich, smart and fit if their stupid and lazy; and stupidity and laziness are things that are equally as irritating as arrogance. (Although I sometimes do feel that arrogance is worse, because at least stupid and lazy people listen, although they dont know, or cant be bothered, to do anything with what they hear). But all the money, good-looks and fame in the world cannot solicit my love. I need money, good-looks, fame and undying reverence.

No, not really. What I really appreciate is the admiration of a person I hold in high regard. But you know how it is with me and sex and people. As long as an individual is fun to be with and treats me with respect (which means he or she cannot be presuming in the first place that I have such base values for he/she to presume I can be bought with fame, or whatever) and is clearly charmed by my company, I will be relatively pleased and find that time spent with that person is time worth spending.

But the thing, you see, is that you cannot just tell someone (me in this case) Ill love you, Im fun to be with, and am really experimental, and come with a hot girlfriend with cup C boobs whos really into bondage with a pussy that tastes like sour plum and expect me to buy that. Maybe you really are, but if you really are, then you wouldnt be so darned ostentatious. Showy is not what I call fun. Its what I call fucking irritating.

I am not sorry if I have insulted a few people out there, because these few people have insulted me first. And if I have, which I know I have, its not my fault youre the head job you are. And you should thank me for pointing out whatever silliness you have up there. And dont even bother sending me nasty emails that go, You think youre so good meh because that will only prove I am so good, because Ive hit the nail on your annoying little head. And no silliness about typo errors either (you think youre so smart but cant even spell oydessy) My spelling may suck, but youre an anal prick. (Although I will admit at this point that my typo errors bother me; but this is a hobby, not a job, and I dont have a whole lot of time to edit everything I put up).

Anyway, what Im trying to say is this. Fame, money and looks alone will never and can never buy you the love of anyone that is worth loving. I think the thing that really does it for me is the inherent philosophy an individual has for his life, and thats what Im most drawn to. Are his/her values worthy of admiration? And I just so happen to particularly fancy the values that make an individual a good person and bring along, at the same time, all the other lovely things. Like money, intelligence and a fit body.

xoxox


Piss drunk.

Crazy rants aside, I went chilling out (i.e. getting drunk) with a few friends from college in a wanna-be ultra bar last night, and bumped into Luke. I thought it was weird, because the men I normally sleep with never go to the places I go to when hanging out with the people my age. But perhaps it was the weather, and the street was quite empty for a Saturday night, and any bar with enough people was sufficiently good to spend the evening in.

Sitting around in a bar trying to have a conversation at the top of my voice was quite taxing, not to mention boring, because you normally find that you cant talk about anything worthwhile while shouting. So I was glad I bumped into Luke. It also helps that I find him really attractive, sweet, and possessed with one of those characters to which we would describe as having depth. I dont know him well, at all, but I get a feeling about people, and most times, Im right.

I gave him a lap dance (I gave a few people lap dances last night, it was fun) and at one point, I stood up on the couch he was sitting on with one foot on the seat and the other on the arm-rest, with him in between, and shoved my thigh in his face (I have very sexy 8 km run a day legs, so it wasnt an unpleasant thing for him to have my thigh shoved in his face, in case you start thinking, ugh, how rude) and he bit me just there. At some point, and this is quite incredible, and I have no idea how it happened, I found myself thrown across his knee and he administered a playful smack on my ass.

As the night progressed, I got increasingly drunk on wine and tequila, and therefore got increasingly horny by the minute. It was very good Luke showed up. I feel so shitty for taking him back to Gregs place, because it was something like, across the street, and shagging him there. Its just not me to breech someones trust, and I woke up feeling shitty about it, but you know, its just one of those things about sex that just is. It was an opportunity that I thought was too good to pass up then (his girlfriend was staying in his place, so we couldnt go back there), but upon waking, started thinking that perhaps I should have passed it up, because it was just not worth the guilt. But then again, theres of course the difference between the guilt that comes from shagging someone you know in an inappropriate circumstance (I wish wed done it in the washroom, to be honest. He knew the owner of the bar anyway) and the problem that comes from shagging someone that gives you an STD.

The worse things that both of them are colleagues. Great oh fucking great.

Ha. Ha. Luke seemed to think it was god-darned funny though, and he kept on making fun of me until I told him to shut up or I would have cracked the glass photo-frames over his head.

xoxox