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So, people aren't fucking with you when they say this: Go see Wall-E.
I watched it Saturday night at Paul's house and it's nothing short of amazing.
See it.
For reasons I don't understand I've wanted to date men in the past month(s). Which was good considering all the male friends I have suddenly wanted to fuck me and I had a set of options. But, being that they're all pigs (and, my friends) I tried to look elsewhere. I came across one dude that I honestly tried with, but personality got in the way and I couldn't make myself do anything. In a moment where I was lying there next to him I thought, 'Alright, I should just do this and get it over with.' But, I physically couldn't make myself. It just repulsed me. And, not entirely because he was unattractive. He wasn't a beast. But, the whole idea just repulsed me.
Facial hair is gross. And, there's no two ways about that. It's prickly and harsh and unpleasant. I'm not talking so much about the softer, thinner, more trimmed facial hair. That's fine. I'm talking more about the moustache/goatee/all around the mouth/beardy, prickly hair. Where it's like making out with someone's eyebrows. If someone's eyebrows were Redwood trees attached to a face.
Trim it or condition it. But, don't bring it near my face.
Boys have gross hands (most of the time). They're either pudgy or rough. Also, it's almost like men don't have control of their hands. They become these feeble messes like infants who haven't developed control of their muscle spasms.
And, let's be honest...men's bodies aren't that attractive. Being that I don't date supermodels (and, never would, for the same reason) I can't ever bring myself think of a man's body in the same way I think of a woman's body. Even women who I wouldn't usually be attracted to have nicer bodies then men. It's not that it's male/female thing so much as it's a curve/soft vs. big/bulgy thing. There isn't an inch of a woman's body that repulses me. But, I could never imagine caressing some man's chest or thighs or stomach for the thrill of it. I imagine I'd ignore it all together, because it just does nothing for me. There's always those initial moments when you first begin dating someone where even the slightest touch on the hand or a hug or a slight placement of their body next to yours = Game Over for you. But, I can't create this experience in men. It seems mechanical and lackluster, like a chore instead of something I'd really enjoy.
Men are obvious. And, transparent. Their objectives are lucid and they've absolutely no qualm with telling you how "nice your tits are" or how they'd "totally go down on you." Really?!
Really?
Come on.
It's like the whole of the male gender was created without tact. And, the archetypes which you've been fed forever ("men only want one thing" and "they'll say anything to get into your pants") become less anecdotal and grounded in fact.
No, I'm not going to sleep with you just because you told me that you "like-liked" me.
No, I'm not going to sleep with you, because you like my tits.
Oh, and by the way, I'm not sleeping with anyone who uses the word "tits" as any serious compliment.
No, I'm not going to sleep with you after I've watched you flirt tirelessly with another woman.
No, telling me that you like flirting with me, but then saying that you can't stop yourself from flirting with other women in front of me is not a fast track into my pants.
No, I'm not going to sleep with you while you don the hickey of someone else you just recently slept with.
I mean, really? Really?
But, I can't blame men entirely for this. I presently know one very crazy bitch who can't seem to stop herself from jumping one puddle to the next. So, maybe it's not based on gender (which is hard for me to say, considering I don't all together believe in the institution of gender) or the aligning of someone's chromosomes, but really more on people having absolutely no tact at all.
Excuse me for believing that if I'm courting -you-, then I am courting -you-. And, even if I secretly had my eyes on someone else, and even dream it in my head, I never bring it up to you. Ever. It gets buried away. There's just some things you don't say and do while in the process of woo'ing another person and everyone I have recently come into contact with has seemed to have missed that.
Anyway, I want to believe I could be intimate with a man, but it's very hard. I've found two people on the complete opposite of the spectrum: Someone who could practically make love to cuddling and probably cries at the end of Matthew Mcconaughey chick flicks. And, someone who wants to have sex and that's it.
Oh, and someone who has a foot fetish and asked me if I'd ever give a "foot job."
I'm swimming in the picks of the litter. Really.
On one side, I think I would enjoy sex with a man. I could see it play out in my head and I think it's something I would enjoy. But, I think the standards I've set up for people are so high that I'll never find the person that I would actually -enjoy- having sex with. Instead I'd probably settle and end up regretting it down the line.
I'm just kind of hoping the perfect person will fall out of the sky and everything won't be an uphill battle like it seems to be. Dating Rachel was exhausting (mostly due to her being a bitch about a lot of things and then forgetting everything entirely once it was done) and I can't function in a taketaketake atmosphere.
Off topic: I got a Lan Adapter for my Wii which means if you have Guitar Hero or Mario Kart we should def play.
Alright, I'm out.
I watched it Saturday night at Paul's house and it's nothing short of amazing.
See it.
For reasons I don't understand I've wanted to date men in the past month(s). Which was good considering all the male friends I have suddenly wanted to fuck me and I had a set of options. But, being that they're all pigs (and, my friends) I tried to look elsewhere. I came across one dude that I honestly tried with, but personality got in the way and I couldn't make myself do anything. In a moment where I was lying there next to him I thought, 'Alright, I should just do this and get it over with.' But, I physically couldn't make myself. It just repulsed me. And, not entirely because he was unattractive. He wasn't a beast. But, the whole idea just repulsed me.
Facial hair is gross. And, there's no two ways about that. It's prickly and harsh and unpleasant. I'm not talking so much about the softer, thinner, more trimmed facial hair. That's fine. I'm talking more about the moustache/goatee/all around the mouth/beardy, prickly hair. Where it's like making out with someone's eyebrows. If someone's eyebrows were Redwood trees attached to a face.
Trim it or condition it. But, don't bring it near my face.
Boys have gross hands (most of the time). They're either pudgy or rough. Also, it's almost like men don't have control of their hands. They become these feeble messes like infants who haven't developed control of their muscle spasms.
And, let's be honest...men's bodies aren't that attractive. Being that I don't date supermodels (and, never would, for the same reason) I can't ever bring myself think of a man's body in the same way I think of a woman's body. Even women who I wouldn't usually be attracted to have nicer bodies then men. It's not that it's male/female thing so much as it's a curve/soft vs. big/bulgy thing. There isn't an inch of a woman's body that repulses me. But, I could never imagine caressing some man's chest or thighs or stomach for the thrill of it. I imagine I'd ignore it all together, because it just does nothing for me. There's always those initial moments when you first begin dating someone where even the slightest touch on the hand or a hug or a slight placement of their body next to yours = Game Over for you. But, I can't create this experience in men. It seems mechanical and lackluster, like a chore instead of something I'd really enjoy.
Men are obvious. And, transparent. Their objectives are lucid and they've absolutely no qualm with telling you how "nice your tits are" or how they'd "totally go down on you." Really?!
Really?
Come on.
It's like the whole of the male gender was created without tact. And, the archetypes which you've been fed forever ("men only want one thing" and "they'll say anything to get into your pants") become less anecdotal and grounded in fact.
No, I'm not going to sleep with you just because you told me that you "like-liked" me.
No, I'm not going to sleep with you, because you like my tits.
Oh, and by the way, I'm not sleeping with anyone who uses the word "tits" as any serious compliment.
No, I'm not going to sleep with you after I've watched you flirt tirelessly with another woman.
No, telling me that you like flirting with me, but then saying that you can't stop yourself from flirting with other women in front of me is not a fast track into my pants.
No, I'm not going to sleep with you while you don the hickey of someone else you just recently slept with.
I mean, really? Really?
But, I can't blame men entirely for this. I presently know one very crazy bitch who can't seem to stop herself from jumping one puddle to the next. So, maybe it's not based on gender (which is hard for me to say, considering I don't all together believe in the institution of gender) or the aligning of someone's chromosomes, but really more on people having absolutely no tact at all.
Excuse me for believing that if I'm courting -you-, then I am courting -you-. And, even if I secretly had my eyes on someone else, and even dream it in my head, I never bring it up to you. Ever. It gets buried away. There's just some things you don't say and do while in the process of woo'ing another person and everyone I have recently come into contact with has seemed to have missed that.
Anyway, I want to believe I could be intimate with a man, but it's very hard. I've found two people on the complete opposite of the spectrum: Someone who could practically make love to cuddling and probably cries at the end of Matthew Mcconaughey chick flicks. And, someone who wants to have sex and that's it.
Oh, and someone who has a foot fetish and asked me if I'd ever give a "foot job."
I'm swimming in the picks of the litter. Really.
On one side, I think I would enjoy sex with a man. I could see it play out in my head and I think it's something I would enjoy. But, I think the standards I've set up for people are so high that I'll never find the person that I would actually -enjoy- having sex with. Instead I'd probably settle and end up regretting it down the line.
I'm just kind of hoping the perfect person will fall out of the sky and everything won't be an uphill battle like it seems to be. Dating Rachel was exhausting (mostly due to her being a bitch about a lot of things and then forgetting everything entirely once it was done) and I can't function in a taketaketake atmosphere.
Off topic: I got a Lan Adapter for my Wii which means if you have Guitar Hero or Mario Kart we should def play.
Alright, I'm out.