It's easy enough for them to put the reality of their lives aside for an hour or two or three or twelve and just be beautiful and sensual for a guy. I picture them pulling out all their own concerns after I leave. I figure they shower, towel off, and started paying bills, placating family and friends, taking their meds and painkillers, doing laundry, crying in their beer over their past, whatever-- all after the man leaves, never bothering him with any of that.
That's why this thing some guys get about wanting a relationship seems so destructive of a good thing. No woman can maintain that lover kind of energy all day, all night, every day, week after week. She'd have to nuts to try. And the poor fool who'd want her to would have to be, well, a poor stupid fool.
Who wants to "share" her life with her? Oh, an OTC drink or dinner or something is fine. As long as it's not him trying to be romantic and her not trying to get into his pants pocket. But beyond that, forget it.
I love these women, too. Even those I never see, God bless their butts. They are so generous with pleasure, and the good ones are so skilled at keeping their own struggle out of sight, on the back burner. I think that somehow the more they focus on the man, the easier it is for them to forget about themselves. It's like a machinist or a millwright engrossed in his work. No time to think about his medical condition or his financial solvency or how the hell he's going to convince his goddamn country cousin not to visit for a week again this summer. But after work? It all floods back in and the man ain't fit to be around.
Well, yeah, they're great! More fun than a barrel of monkeys! Couldn't live without them. But only for an hour or two or three or twelve. You, Russ, and me, we're lucky. Most of them don't want to become involved in our lives. Always tell them you work in a bank. That's boring enough that they'll never ask you about your work. And that pretty much assures that they won't ask much about the rest of your life either.
You're probably too drunk to read all this. Or passed out.
Posted By: russbbj
OK I just heard the song (I have no idea by whom) but it's a female singer and it goes "I'm a bitch I'm a lover, I'm a daughter, I'm a Mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint.... you wouldn't want it any other way". For all you ;lovely ladies that think this song represents you, in my world you are exactly right. I absolutely adore each and every one of you, OK admittedly I've been drinking (noooo say it ain't so). But I adore you because you rock my world but yet you don't need that other part of a man that I cannot provide, the "OK let me listen to how your day was and pretend to care" part. You give me, and I presume others, the intimacy without the bullshit that we really don't care about. This is not to say that I don't care about your well being, I just couldn't care less that "so and so" wore this or that to work or "so and so" is such a slut (OK I really do care about that but only because if she is I want to fuck her).
Oh, I know, I'm so bad. But I'm fucking honest. I want the fun without having to put up the time and effort with the bullshit. There's something to be said for honesty. Please excuse me while I refill my Bourbon glass. Gotta love you ladies, and that song is yours, I wouldn't want it any other way.
