A brief update to a prior post, from 28 February 2005, if I am not mistaken. At the time, said post related to male-bimbocy and contemporary slutting-around (male and female variety), and I noted one of my roommates' loose mores.
Now, a bit more.
(one.) The fellow has an internet matching profile. Among his vital statistics, he lists both "looking for sex partners" (i.e. very short-term, possibly strictly carnal (i.e. he and she won't have to have much else in common but arrousal, moose-knuckle, and a hard prick), relation) and "Christian and somewhat serious about it".
(two.) I have now met his current (future? Since I don't know if they've banged yet) conquest. She is a plain-Jane specimen, probably twenty-one or -two, with a kid. I know this because she brings her son (who is probably three) with her when she comes by the condo to see my roommate.
Obviously, then, this girl, while perchance (perchance!? Hell, fo' suh!!) quite interested in having a healthy diet of dick, wants more than that from one of the men with whom she makes the beast with two backs. Hence, bringing the kid, introducing the very definition of her non-sexual life (though of course, product of it), to the equation.
She needs a man who can want to have her, but be the baby-father her shorty has (never?) had.
(three.) I don't see this working out, beyond a few sit-downs and a coupla face-fucks. Namely, this roommate has had a half-dozen, eight, nine different partners in the time he has lived here (less than a year) and has bragged of his prowess in university (which he never completed, but that's another story). He is obviously looking for lays, then. Doesn't want anything long-term. He has admitted as much.
Moreso, when he had found a girl -- in an internet chat-room no less -- in whose company he enjoyed himself, and with whom he had a fair bit in common, he dropped it quickly when it turned out she was not just around short-term for the juice, but wanted the grove too.
(four.) For all the consideration (on my part as well) that my roommate is a player, he meets his broads on the internet, some at dating sites, most in chat-rooms. He needs that veil of secrecy, the monitor, to get his sexual sea-legs.
If he played Dungeons and Dragons, or Deadlands, as well, I would have to call him a geek.
(five.) I have been known to do much the same thing -- circa '01, I was on SparkMatch; three years later, I found Msrs Rudder and Coyne's new OKCupid friend- and match-making site -- but what else I have noted, in the past year or so, is that (and particularly one-to-one) I can open dialogue with fair females and in about half the cases have them.... Their mouths don't water for my junk, but there would be an obvious interest in being more than conversationalists at the cafe or concert.
For all I have considered myself overweight -- nay, obese! -- and too cheese-ball (and, sometimes, grease-ball/skeevy as well) to be able to draw interests from women (especially when the likes of Mike Carey and Dave Tvrdik remain out there), or even Matt Nielsen (my frosh roommate ('98-'99) who drew all the ladies interests, but turned out gay during junior year), I am actually considered.... There are women out there that fancy the cut of my jib.
(six.) Now, to just acquire the killer instinct to be able to push things forward with one or two of these women met in the traditional, non-geek way -- in the open, at a bar-cafe or greasy-spoon (or whatever have it be). And, no, I wouldn't rub it in my roommates' face. But, I think it would be made plain that for however large my man-breasts are (according my pharmaceutic industry employee roommate) or however weird I am (according my player roommate), I need neither baby-mama drama nor chat-rooms (though I have never even tried those, to meet women or for anything else) to accompany meeting a woman for a series of encounters (using this in the general sense, not the euphemistic for the sexual) and sometimes capping those with a bit of silverware-drawer positioning and semi-sexual caressing (i.e. getting caught in a run-down between second and third, and forgetting about second-and-a-half).
(seven.) I have a lot of gumption to start naming names, even if not my roommates'. Because I know some of the members here, from the Milwaukee area and otherwise, know Mike and/or Dave and/or friends of theirs who will rat me out.
(eight.) But, I don't care. Which, by the by, is the first ingredient required in finding the killer instinct of which I spoke.
Now, a bit more.
(one.) The fellow has an internet matching profile. Among his vital statistics, he lists both "looking for sex partners" (i.e. very short-term, possibly strictly carnal (i.e. he and she won't have to have much else in common but arrousal, moose-knuckle, and a hard prick), relation) and "Christian and somewhat serious about it".
(two.) I have now met his current (future? Since I don't know if they've banged yet) conquest. She is a plain-Jane specimen, probably twenty-one or -two, with a kid. I know this because she brings her son (who is probably three) with her when she comes by the condo to see my roommate.
Obviously, then, this girl, while perchance (perchance!? Hell, fo' suh!!) quite interested in having a healthy diet of dick, wants more than that from one of the men with whom she makes the beast with two backs. Hence, bringing the kid, introducing the very definition of her non-sexual life (though of course, product of it), to the equation.
She needs a man who can want to have her, but be the baby-father her shorty has (never?) had.
(three.) I don't see this working out, beyond a few sit-downs and a coupla face-fucks. Namely, this roommate has had a half-dozen, eight, nine different partners in the time he has lived here (less than a year) and has bragged of his prowess in university (which he never completed, but that's another story). He is obviously looking for lays, then. Doesn't want anything long-term. He has admitted as much.
Moreso, when he had found a girl -- in an internet chat-room no less -- in whose company he enjoyed himself, and with whom he had a fair bit in common, he dropped it quickly when it turned out she was not just around short-term for the juice, but wanted the grove too.
(four.) For all the consideration (on my part as well) that my roommate is a player, he meets his broads on the internet, some at dating sites, most in chat-rooms. He needs that veil of secrecy, the monitor, to get his sexual sea-legs.
If he played Dungeons and Dragons, or Deadlands, as well, I would have to call him a geek.
(five.) I have been known to do much the same thing -- circa '01, I was on SparkMatch; three years later, I found Msrs Rudder and Coyne's new OKCupid friend- and match-making site -- but what else I have noted, in the past year or so, is that (and particularly one-to-one) I can open dialogue with fair females and in about half the cases have them.... Their mouths don't water for my junk, but there would be an obvious interest in being more than conversationalists at the cafe or concert.
For all I have considered myself overweight -- nay, obese! -- and too cheese-ball (and, sometimes, grease-ball/skeevy as well) to be able to draw interests from women (especially when the likes of Mike Carey and Dave Tvrdik remain out there), or even Matt Nielsen (my frosh roommate ('98-'99) who drew all the ladies interests, but turned out gay during junior year), I am actually considered.... There are women out there that fancy the cut of my jib.
(six.) Now, to just acquire the killer instinct to be able to push things forward with one or two of these women met in the traditional, non-geek way -- in the open, at a bar-cafe or greasy-spoon (or whatever have it be). And, no, I wouldn't rub it in my roommates' face. But, I think it would be made plain that for however large my man-breasts are (according my pharmaceutic industry employee roommate) or however weird I am (according my player roommate), I need neither baby-mama drama nor chat-rooms (though I have never even tried those, to meet women or for anything else) to accompany meeting a woman for a series of encounters (using this in the general sense, not the euphemistic for the sexual) and sometimes capping those with a bit of silverware-drawer positioning and semi-sexual caressing (i.e. getting caught in a run-down between second and third, and forgetting about second-and-a-half).
(seven.) I have a lot of gumption to start naming names, even if not my roommates'. Because I know some of the members here, from the Milwaukee area and otherwise, know Mike and/or Dave and/or friends of theirs who will rat me out.
(eight.) But, I don't care. Which, by the by, is the first ingredient required in finding the killer instinct of which I spoke.