It's surreal really, she's stretched out on the bed before me at present. She's a very sexualised young woman, used to being objectified, and perhaps too eager to please. She's very much not my sort of girl, and she's already beginning to grate - sprouting pseudo-hippie psycho babble at dinner - how the past doesn't make us who we are. But I have made my bed, and now I must sleep in it. She's leaving tomorrow thankfully. At least now I know I will never have a trophy wife. The sex makes me feel like a porn star, but it's not worth it.
I watched the RWC final with a beer in hand, while a sexy woman waited in my bed. I think I maybe be past sex for the sake of it. Relationships are definitely the way to go. Or at least intellectual attraction and compatibility are essential for me if I want to last longer than two days with a girl.
Great to see B again, though I fear she's lost all respect for me, due to the fact that I am liaising with a rather vain girl. I don't blame her really. I fear I am taking advantage of a girl who is too used to flattering men's egos, and resorting to sex as a past-time. I'm looking forward to some quality time with B tomorrow without having to babysit.
I watched the RWC final with a beer in hand, while a sexy woman waited in my bed. I think I maybe be past sex for the sake of it. Relationships are definitely the way to go. Or at least intellectual attraction and compatibility are essential for me if I want to last longer than two days with a girl.
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Great to see B again, though I fear she's lost all respect for me, due to the fact that I am liaising with a rather vain girl. I don't blame her really. I fear I am taking advantage of a girl who is too used to flattering men's egos, and resorting to sex as a past-time. I'm looking forward to some quality time with B tomorrow without having to babysit.
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