tenpercentme

I do not remember the last time I met with someone in passing who began a dialogue with me I was able to keep up. There was this very cute girl with gorgeous legs who made a comment to me at the register. It was a throwaway comment but a real enthusiastic male could have picked up on it and turned it in to something. I seem to have grown quite comfortable with my own passive disposition towards meeting new people and building new relationships. Tonight it was only complicated by my sexual drive which got turned on when I saw my neighbor bending over outside my door feeding the cat earlier. She was wearing sweats and their was a nice shape to her rear and it was facing directly at me, and though I know I do not want to marry her or spend the rest of my life with her, I know in a certain circumstance I could find myself porking her. Ha. I can't be-lieve I used that term, "porking", but it was what came to mind. The fact that my mind is that childish is probably one of the reasons I am afraid to make new friends. I mean, when that girl talked to me at the counter, I hadn't made it any further than her gorgeous legs which she was showing off in short soccer shorts.

Lots of big women here tonight. I want to flirt with someone. I want the excitement of the unknown. Maybe I should go sit down at her table and see if she is up for it. . .