I’m stuck on the Anal Sex Guy.
And not in a good way.
I actually entered him into my phone as “Joe Anal Sex Guy” so that I don’t accidentally text him thinking he’s someone else.
Just in case he continues to text me, I’ll know to refuse to meet him.
I suppose I should be surprised that someone asked for something so intimate from me RIGHT OFF THE BAT.
I certainly think his request was premature and also indicative that he has no idea how special something like that is.
It requires talent and skill.
Here he is asking right off the bat for something incredibly intimate with barely a thought as to the kind of trust that such an activity takes.
It’s mind boggling.
I attribute his ignorance (and misplaced enthusiasm) to the over-pornographication of men.
It feels like, as a woman, I’m being asked to engage in intimate activities with barely a thought as to my own safety and pleasure.
I feel like it’s all about the man and HIS pleasure.
Which doesn’t surprise me.
I’ve got news: I may be a sexually active hot-blooded American woman, but I still deserve respect.
I feel like I need to quote Barbara here and say, “You’re asking for the benefits a wife provides when you’ve only bought yourself the girlfriend package.”
And it’s SO TRUE!
He’s reaching higher than his current relationship status of casual acquaintance allows.
Sometimes, men can be REALLY STUPID!
But at least I learned this ahead of time before investing days into communicating with him.
There is a silver lining.