I'm The First One To Say...

...to talk about how things in my life, I wish they could be different. Better. But hey, its my one just life, and no matter what I do, how it turns out...it was all layed out 2,000 or more years ago. ...I go with the flow.

Yesterday...I'm not crazy, but yesterday something accured to me. Things that I think about...they happen. Imhnot crazy, nor can I see into the future. I told some one that I ccouldnt meet up with them because I was called back to work, pipe burst in the kitchen. Next day when I went into work, the engineers were working on the pipes in the kitchen. Its not the first time that shit like that has happened to me. So, I got to thinking. I have to watch what I say, AND, what I think. Okay, try NOT TO think about anything...its like you have to have a blank mind. I tried it, but things just pop into my head. What if everything we as humans thought about, happened. This world would be...different. I guess some mad scentist would come up with some drug..a drug that's probably used today...to stop the thought proccess. I think those drugs are mostly used in mental hospitals.

When a woman tells me that... 'I get all the sex I want. What I want is a meaningful realtionship...some one to be honest and loving to me. I want a soulmate'. ...I go into my 'questionable mode'. I'm the first one to say I don't get enough sex, loving, love making. See, she told me this, and I had to go in on her. She is 50 years old and spends her time at home. Not working, I don't know why, and I didn't want to question her on it. So I asked her, if she is getting all the sex she wants, why isn't she happy. That one guy or guys you're sexing, let them know what you want. Found out that these guys aren't 'the one' she wants to settle down with. That she finds something at fault with them, but the penis is good. I told her its all about sex with a man. She said what happens when the sex stops. The relationship stops and it isn't the man who stops at the act of sex, its you, the woman, who stops the sex.

After a week to a month you as a woman decide that you want more than just sex. Oh, he asks you out, wants to take you out and things, but... You're so use to staying home in your nice little blanket, anything out of your comfort zone makes you feel uncomfortable. So, sex becomes routine for you and you want more. What you want and what you express, is that you want 'things', items, materialistic shit. Small things at first, like pick up some grocieries at the store, that you no intention of preparing for him while he is there. Then it goes to dropping hints or texting emailing him links to stuff you see online while you're home all day doing nothing. Then it goes deeper.

When you're not with him, your girlfriends are living so they say, the perfect life, they 'man' is buying all this stuff for them and everytime you see your girlfriends they have the latest whatever. So, you tell your man, what you want, and until her gets it or something like it, you're holding off sex. Hence, the sex you say have stopped, not because of him, but because of you. So you get mad at me cause I point this out. Oh well.

Take a breath...then you go into the mode that I know all so well. You go into 'trying' to 'change me'. But I tell you this. Sex, making love...let's just call it fucking...its something that is natrual. Women see it as a tool, men see it as something just do. I know women who see it as men do, something to just do and have 2, maybe 3 guys that they are just fucking. These woman meet a guy, see him on the street and picture him digging her back out. She makes it known that she is interested in him. He, thinks he has hit the mother lode. Fine ass woman, she loves sex AND she wants me. My man, you're nothing but a tool, her enjoyment tool. But you my man, want to make her your main girl, your wifey. But, she isn't having it. She tells you what the deal is and you feel like you have been played. Played for what, your penis is all she got from you. She has everything, she gets it on her own, from her 9 to 5 job. But you want her and all she 'wanted' from you was your sex, but you messed that up by trying to wife her. I told her all of that. Doubt if she ever wants to see me again. Probably took my number out of her phone. I wasn't planning on calling her anyway.

People have the choice...of every thing. Name it, and there is something you can have in its place that some what the same. I say, you can't wear black shoes all your life. Right?

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