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xmag.com
: May
2002: What's Your Fucking Problem?
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I
recently heard a man bemoaning the fact that he was late
to meet his woman someplace. The obvious tone of his lament
was that he didn't even LIKE this person but was gonna
mope along anyway, I imagine, just for a chance to smell
it. I hear men bitching all the time about their girlfriends--women
of their OWN choosing--and how they, the poor bastards,
have to put up with every little annoying this or that
for the rare times they get to shut the bitch up with
a pitiful length of dick.
Maybe
you're into shitty, sexless relationships...or maybe she
looks enough like one of the Olsen Twins in the dark,
from behind, to tolerate the situation. But if you'd rather
not trade your freedom and happiness for one sweet lick
of trim, read on.
Drop
your dry, crabby, cunt of a girlfriend. If she's withholding
sex, she's either being manipulative or she just doesn't
like you or your cock very much. So walk away. She thinks
she can do better anyway, and, yeah, she probably can...so
don't look back.
Here's
a little advice for your foray back into the jungle of
silky possibilities, an important lesson I learned as
a child from a couple of dogs....
"Even if you
are desperate for sex, DON'T TRY.
Look and act as if you could take
it or leave it."
At
a grownup cocktail party, two dogs were working the room
for handouts. "Jack" was a big, sloppy, black lab who
always looked loaded. He would crisscross the room sweeping
shit off tables with his thick tail, ramming his wet black
muzzle into your crotch or up your ass...anything to get
your attention and make long and drippy eye contact with
you and your food.
"Little,"
on the other hand, was a small, chubby lap dog of adorable
mixed breeds who could give a fuck about you, what you
were eating, or whether you lived or died. So all night
long, "Jack" got yelled at and shooed away. At the same
time, the party-goers offered "Little" their cheeses,
their mixed nuts, and their stinking smears of foie
gras, desperate to be liked by Little. By the end
of the night, Jack had been put outside in the dog house,
and Little was yacking up smoked brie and raisins in the
kitchen.
Do
you get where I'm going with all this ?
When
you go back out there, even if you are desperate for sex,
DON'T TRY. Look and act as if you could take it or leave
it. Walk through the room as if you're dripping with girl-honey,
and, sure, you love the stuff....but jeeez! Eeee-nough
already! Don't try. An eager man is a dog's wet snout
up your ass, and he will be scolded and put outside.
Yes,
it's true that when girls go out, we WANT you to notice,
we WANT to be found attractive, but we don't always want
to be approached. So for the love of God, even if we've
drizzled melted butter across our tits and stuffed a sprig
of parsley up our puss, don't make a move. Because if
you, a man who's clearly single, isn't snuffling up our
skirts, we start to wonder why. If you don't hawk, pounce,
or ask us retarded questions about everything, we may
get intrigued. We may start casting glances, flipping
our hair, standing up and stretching, hoping to get your
attention to see what you'll do. In essence, WE may start
to try. When that happens, the rest is up to you and your
ability to form sentences and show off your opposable
thumbs.
You
may be beyond help, or you may have a no problems, a big
smile, and a thick, greasy cock. I'm only responding to
the cries of help from horny guys that fling themselves
into the fray, only to lose fist-sized chunks of their
dignity. Plus, there's a fringe benefit for me: For every
one of you I can enlighten slightly, there's one less
humping doofus I'll have to swat off. Having been a saucy,
switch-hitting landlord to one hot squeezee-puss my whole
life, I know what it takes to get in there...but there
are no guarantees, Soldier. At least try it my way once,
because your way obviously hasn't been working.
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