I’m beginning to think that blogging, and writing to some extent, involves muscles that get underused when you take any kind of break from it. Living causes layers of fat to grow over and you become comfortable in the other things you’re doing but when the itch returns, it takes a little bit…
Man whore!
Man whore (yup u read it right!) I was very recently called that, and strangely I didn’t know whether to take offence or feel proud of my feats.
My friend asked me pointedly “how many times have you gone beyond second base”, I told her, she almost choked on her rosé and told me her insignificant numbers of adventures of the sexual kind (low even by common man standards) between the two of us we couldn’t make up our minds as to who was more shocked.
We (late 20’s early 30’s) have to live with the baggage of being sorted, independent good looking (well mostly) and still single! Our 80s up bringing lets us be comfortable with sex love liberation but never lets us think of a 3some in a good way!
How often have you had this discussion with your friends and never reached a conclusion. The recurring theme between me and one of my very close friend (well her number is so appallingly insignificant, it borders on chastity) is the question as to what in the world is wrong with us. And we keep circling the issue till we reach the point where we can’t decide as to what is the right way to lead our solitary yet not so dreary lives.
So I bring this debate to foreground, as to what is the right thing to do!
As my beloved boss likes to put it:
Scenario I
You lead your life as if nothings wrong do the bidding tow the line, till your moma finds you a partner who ticks all the boxes and you put your future in their hands and live one scary day at a time. Let me warn you at this stage that this might go horribly wrong. The girl can turn into a psychotic control freak who wants to know how many times u had coffee in a day and how many times have you peed there after. Will not scare you with the male tales I have in this scenario.
Scenario II
You put yourself out there (at the cost of being called a man whore of course) and experiment, which sometimes are interesting and more often then not have a tendency to go wrong. You spend money and time (not to mention the number of hours spent flirting on text messages) and then discover that the chemistry you felt was just eloquence brought on by breeding and situations.
So what is the right thing to do, wait for the prince charming to get on his white horse come to your door and ring the door bell, or to never say no to dates you know you should have said no to.
Which ever way you decide to go my fair weather friend, remember it’s either gonna turn you into a frigid old sister in a church without a father, or as I have realized at my own expense a Man whore.
