The other day, I got a message from a dear friend, sort of setting me up.
She sent me a picture of a handsome man and asked if I was interested.
Let me see. . .
Handsome man?
Me?
Why not.
Of course, the second I thought it, my next thought was, “What’s wrong with him?”
Because I’m pretty sure that men I meet either want to:
a. Cum on my face
b. Cum in my butt
c. All of the above.
It’s not like I don’t believe in good guys.
I know a BUNCH of decent fellows.
It’s that I don’t seem to ATTRACT that type of man.
And then I felt sheepish.
Shouldn’t everyone get a chance, without having to bear the burden of those who came before and were indecent?
Of course!
But that’s not what happens, is it?
I’ll keep judging them BEFORE I get to know them (BAD me!) and they’ll keep fulfilling my expectations (let’s face it, the bar is set low, low, low.)
Sigh.
Fuck dating.