How is it that at 31 I'm still "boy crazy"? I guess at my age you'd call it "man crazy" but I've definitely got an obsession. I love everything about men, the deep voices, big hands, broad shoulders, their smell, the fact that most of them are taller than me (What am I saying? Most people are taller than me, let alone men), and I envy the fact that most men can have sex with as many women as they want and never really have to worry about labels and bad reputations.
It's for this very reason that I am not a slut. Though I know 4 guys in particular who make me wanna be one. Damn.
So I ran into an ex this week, he looked sooooo fucking good. He looked good when we were together, but in the time we've been apart he packed on about 30 pounds of muscle and he's wearing it very well. I pretty much wanted to sexually assault him on my parents front porch and he looked like he wouldn't have a problem with it. Instead we talked. Ok, I'm lying. We didn't just talk, we did kiss... a couple of times. In the midst of kissing him this fool goes for the gusto and has my jeans unsnapped and unzipped faster than the fucking Flash. I'm like "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa....Uh, don't do that homie." I gently reminded him that I'm not his girl anymore and he no longer has open access to my jeans like that. Though I admit I was freakin' impressed by his lightning speed. Crazy.
Sometimes being a good girl sucks so bad, but I'd rather be respected than known as a rag doll.
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Yah- integrity doesn't usually help getting a girl laid.
It's better to hold out for the real deal, anyway. Kudos.
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