Even though the dictionary describes flirting as the act of courting triflingly or act amorously without serious intentions, I don’t particularly enjoy it. It’s fine for about five seconds, but I stop at second six. Why? It isn’t beneficial for various reasons.
The first reason is because flirting is done as a means to get something out of someone else; a reaction, mostly. When I want something from someone, I ask for it. I don’t play games, or act coy. Impatience has taught me that a little too well.
The second reason is that I really don’t like is when the other person doesn’t stop… and then you start to get the wrong impression. And, that impression always leads you down the one path that the cynic in you doesn’t want. Do they like me? Why else would they be acting that way if they didn’t? But, if they’re flirting, then does that mean they don’t really like me and are just playing a game?
Of course, I’d rather know to save me from any potential heartbreak, but a part of me wants to keep believing they really like me because that thought is what keeps hope alive.
Not aside from flirting, there's this phenomena I want to call "Eye Fucking." Geez. Just get over it and have a good hump!
It’s seems to be everywhere: on television, radio, Internet, inside, outside, even in outer space. You can’t escape it. It’s all around you.
Not surprisingly, one of the most prevalent places to find sex is online. Millions of sites exist with every kind of fetish available. Photos, films, and an endless list of products are right at your fingertips.
Unfortunately, after a while, what was originally entertaining, begins to look and sound the same.
Fantasies are situated in exotic locals, with lighting which hides stretch-marks and cellulite, everyone is a willing nymphomaniac (with no gag-reflex), model-perfect with a gym-sculpted body. Sometimes there are three or four partners (if not more) in endless orgies where everyone knows how to use every part of their body in every position known to man (and even some just discovered).
Naturally, it all ends with earth-shattering orgasms, a cigarette and afterglow.
There must be another - more realistic - side to this. The side where things aren’t always perfect, where things go seriously wrong, tragically hilarious and really, really ugly.
I want to hear stories where fucking isn’t on Frette sheets, people aren't perfect, have a little flab and unnecessary body hair. There are smells and inappropriate bodily functions, and people hurt themselves attempting to recreate positions in the Kama Sutra because no one knows what they’re doing.
Instead of having them come, you’d rather see them go.
Now, that's entertaining.
There is a lot more that I can write about, but it would get too graphic. And, I’m not that kind of guy who likes to go there.
At the age of 25, I still believe in fairytales. The damsel in distress, the knight in shining armor, well maybe not the the three little pigs but you get what I mean. But now my visions of “Once upon a time” are blurred and jaded.
Does “Forever” exist?
Looking back at my 2nd failed relationship, a good two month stint that must end after I found out that I was only 2nd in my ex’s life.
I also realized that I need to stop seeing ‘R’ because I am R’s extra curricular activity. The glorified other man.
And just recently, I am witness of screaming infidelities.
Sorry, but never will you see me in the bleachers cheering for open relationships.
The future is uncertain. I really don’t want to talk more about open relationships. But if that’s the only way that relationships last, then I guess I rather be a spinster and sip wine from my veranda.
In a way… I still am hoping that happily ever after exists. I haven’t found mine, nor found me.
Or maybe it’s really just a fairytale.
I need someone to make me believe in happily ever afters.