I must now officially change host boy’s name to “Casper.” That boy became a ghost as of five minutes after reading “The Abstinence Speech.” I knew that he would first reply with something that sounded respectful, but I also knew that he wouldn’t be sending any more messages to my phone after yesterday.
Did it hurt my feelings? Honestly? Not one iota. You see, I would rather nip it in the bud immediately than piddle around with some guy who only wants what’s underneath my clothing. There is so much more to me than that. Unfortunately, the “men” that I dated throughout life were too ignorant to take a minute to get to know me. I’ve dated men for two to five years, and they never learned a thing about me because they were too focused on stupid stuff.
I’m not mad at host boy. He has every right to turn into Casper if what he wants from me is sex. He has every right to pursue a woman who will put out just for the hell of it, or just because he’s cute or whatever. It won’t be me.
I was flattered that such a young buck found me attractive, but I’m not looking for that kind of party. I can name at least 30 sports activities that I’d rather do instead of sex. I’m looking for someone who wants to get creative with me like that. Looks like I’m going to be my own partner for a while.
Are You Sure Your Feelings Aren’t Hurt?
Really, my feelings aren’t hurt. If had slept with him for four years—and then he left me and married another woman—like my one ex did—I’d be crushed. If I had slept with him for two years—and then he brushed me off when he no longer needed my “services”— like my other ex did—then I’d be crushed. No man can hurt me if I don’t give away the goodies. If he doesn’t want to get to know me because I’m not sharing the goodies, then he wasn’t for me anyway.
I guess I can thank my last ex for enlightening me on how guys think. We were arguing over his failure to commit to me one night. I forgot what I said to him, but his reply was, “Well then you shouldn’t have gave it up!” Hmmm, well thanks, asshole. I sooo wish that we could take sex back. You know, like a vag**a refund of sorts. I want a vag**a refund from this person immediately!!! LOL!
Unfortunately, once you “give it up,” you can’t take it back. That man has a special part of you that you can’t retrieve—and if he’s a jerk—he can choose to treat it like crap if he wants. Therefore, you have to be very careful of who you give it to. Conduct research, and if he’s married, just go ahead and punch him in the face.
Me, I won’t be giving anything to anybody unless he’s ready to put a ring on my finger. The mean words of my ex will probably be etched in my mind forever. They sucked, but I think they made me wiser in a way.
Anyway, if you are wondering if a new man or prospect is a dog, all you have to do is send Timiarah’s Abstinence Speech. He will disappear immediately if he was just looking for goodies. You can save yourself heartache in the future.
I am going to go enjoy a movie now. I can’t wait to go ice-skating again. I would go every day of the week if I had the money. I’m determined to train my brain to accept the backward skating. Ice-skating works so many muscles and burns so many calories. I don’t even need the machines that I use at the gym. However, backward skating works the glutes a lot. I would like to tone up my bum. Therefore, I will make it a goal to teach my brain to send messages to my legs to move backward. It’s going to be hard.