A friend forwarded to me a great article where the author asks if you [the woman] were to withhold sex from your lover – husband, boyfriend, fiancé, etc. – would he stay? And more importantly, would you want him to stay? The author suggests that if your answer is no or I don’t know, it isn’t love, it’s sex glue. Sex glue! That is a new phrase to add to my naughty glossary.
I read somewhere – I can not seem to find the article – that men won the sexual revolution. Ah …I found the Case Western study, but that isn’t it. Don’t you hate it when you can’t find something? Ok, this mysterious study that I can not find at the moment cited among other things that conclusion can be drawn by the fact that men are getting married later in life. Why do you ask? Well, there is so much poontang to choose from. The phrase so many twats and not enough time comes to mind.
Personally, I never paid attention to the women’s movement or the sexual revolution or any of that sort of thing because it didn’t interest me. I come from a long line of strong women who owned businesses, worked outside of the home and raised large families on their own. So the sexual revolution thing was a big DUH for me.
Lately, however, I have become increasingly alarmed at just how damaging this sex revolution has become. Take for example right here in DC. By the third date, the guy expects sex. And most women will give it up. Now before you make a beeline to our nation’s capital or plan your next vacation keep in mind there are consequences. For instance a couple of years ago I went on a date with a guy I met at Mass. He picked me up at my house and while he was waiting downstairs in the living room he looked over some of my pictures on the mantle.
My date zoomed in on my ex-boyfriend. His ex-girlfriend who he apparently still had feelings for dumped him to go out with my ex! We never went out on that date. Instead, I listened to him tell me in vivid detail how she cheated on him. Then came the good part. When she finally told him it was over, she made a point of telling him how much bigger John (my ex) was and how good he was in bed (I taught him that). Then he began to sob. I told him not to worry because John is more than likely screwing two or three other women and commitment wasn’t his strong point. That’s why I dumped him.
The guy seemed pretty happy after that and as far as I know is probably married to that woman. Never mind the fact that John has fucked most of DC. The point is that with all of this free love and serial dating you can easily end up in bed with your ex’s ex’s lover. Oh and that’s not the first time this has happened.
About two years ago I meet this great guy. He just won a sizable government contract and needed some software programmers pronto. I told him that his need was out of my company’s expertise and suggested a couple of places that could help. Two months later he calls me and asks me to attend a charity ball with him. We get there and dump into his ex-girlfriend. It turns out she is my ex’s wife! I’ll tell you about him later. No, I’ll just tell you now.
My ex also named John was dating this woman secretly. Two weeks after Christmas he tells me about her and that he has decided to go with her. Why? He says because she has a better house and a better car. Translation she has a brighter future. Well, my date and I compared notes. It turns out she dumped him because he wasn’t making enough money. Ain’t life sweet?
He told me that she was in hawk up to her eyeballs and spent well beyond her means. He said when his company went public she offered to come back. I told him that John did the same thing with me. We concluded that the two of them deserved each other.
So you see how easy it is to end up in bed with your ex’s ex’s lover, right? But you’re guys and probably don’t care as long as you are getting laid, am I right?
Oh, well, I tried.
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