WOW. I had taken about a week off from reading this thread, actually I just don't come here that often and simply forgot about it, but nonetheless, if this thing doesn't have Women's Entertainment stamped all over it then rob dunlevy ( aka an-al) is striaght, and if that's the case then I've slipped into a paralell universe in which not ape but chicks, have taken over.
Whew, that was hard to get out.
Brian, I suspect you are in that oft exalted but oft never achieved state of "just don't care" that is sought by so many men. Once there it's more a matter of wiping them off than picking them out, so far as the wenches go. I've seen it happen to several people and the transformation is simply amazing. It seems that as soon as you TRULY don't care whether or not you have a woman/girlfriend you can take your pick and, so long as you stay true to your non-commiting stance, you WILL have that pick when you wish it. However, aye there's the rub, no pun intended, as soon as you develope feelings for one of those that you had prior to that considered just another diversion,feelings that lead you in the direction of considering what you may be doing with that particular diversion on the next major holiday, or trying to remember just what month she was born in, or, and this is a biggy, what will her/my parents think of me/her, as soon as these thoughts stay for longer in your mind than the nanosecond it takes to dismiss them, you are doomed. DOOMED I say, doom-ed.
Whether it's a phernome or something in the way you walk or hold your head or the glint in your eye (or subsequent lack thereof) some signal goes out to all the willing and wonton Bettys previously at your beck and call, and it's over. Perhaps never to be achieved again. Exhalt in your ability to pick and choose, your inability to be kept enamoured for more than 2 weeks, the total lack of commitment that you espouse and recieve, on occasion, from those few enlightened lasses who understand that some men just can't/won't commit. Some of the best friction I ever devoloped was in relationships such as those. Whooooo wheeeee, talk about sweaty.
Someday though, and this is 100% certain with all cases I've seen that did achieve the exalted state of "just not giving a damn" if she did or didn't, you WILL meet the one that will be your downfall. And from the pinnacle you worked soooo hard to surmount, you shall tumble from the edge, ass over teakettle, laughing and smiling all the way down, feeling NOT ONE single razor sharp rock edge, nutcracking boulder or brain banging branch,because SHE pushed you.
Unless of course this is all some act to cover up the fact that you actually like boys and don't want anyone to know. I figure it's got to be one or the other.
Ain't that just peachy?
Of course, what do I really know. After all, each of the few times I've been THIS (measure the distance between the nucleus of an amoeba and its cell wall and you'll be close to the increment I am thinking of) close to achieving this exalted and rarely seen much less possessed status, some doggone woman comes along, shoves her hand into my chest, removes my heart, with no anesthesia mind you, and makes me her minion. What a racket they have.
So I, like so many others, watch from afar and dream of what might have been.
Don't be a dreamer boy, do, do them all, don't stop until any are NOT done, continue on in the vein, pun intended, that ALL men wish they could, and DO them.
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Good luck either way.