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The sun did come out for a bit. I have gotten to not one more thing anyway, but I was happy to see the sun. I am tired, though, now, hard. Thinking about things though, I have been doing a little of something almost every day. And through a cold spell. No, not perfect, but... good. Some of the efforts have been bigger, harder, longer from home. Hope inducing. And I am pretty set up for work whenever it does start. This, that, the other. From tools to hardware, to understanding as much as book-learning allows in the new areas, it is all ready. I am so very tired though. Perhaps I can get my days to swing back to starting in the mornings too. Weather fronts and such do seem to throw a wrinkle in all that. Maybe as it passes I am resetting?
While looking around through various bits of humor of various sorts, I ran into something I thought worthy of sharing. I kept looking for a bit more, extra sessions, other presenters. I didn't find much, on this exact sort of topic.
For as well as I have done with women, in my ways anyway, there are things I never knew, many more I still don't, to be sure. But when I see a bit of advice that I think is worthy, I like sharing it out. Oh, and it's not just for men. There are things women probably don't know. Plus, the way it is presented is tasty! As luck would have it, while I didn't know these things, I seem to have a natural talent at one part of it. I like to touch my women. Their shoulders, a back rub, a hip bump to see if she is in a good mood, whatever. I like to be physical often with a woman. Tease, to please, to thank you, to hush, touching is just something I like to do, if I had to relearn it after the... a bad period where I lost much. Just getting used to being tired all the time, mostly. But I did relearn it and enjoy it immensely.
Uhrm, on some other things though... what man couldn't go through love school? Yeah, it's worth it. Then again, what woman couldn't do with a bit of an education. They really don't teach much.
Good night. Pleasant dreams, perhaps?
Oh dats funneh, yes!
ReplyDeleteSee, I married a non-typical, who says "stop mucking about and get to the bits so we can get this over with!"
Gahd...I'm ruined for any other woman who wants it the other way.
Oh my. That, sort of, I don't know. I can't be sure if that is lucky or not. I accidented into the ten plus non-sexual a day, from natural want of it but had no idea they were head to tail sensory. I must admit, at times I was a faucet man, sexually. I like the idea of touching her around and about though, I like the feel of women... though as with any man, foreplay is a... learned thing or taste? One I have strongly but often a mood thing too. I am surprised the women I knew never filled me in on this. I did spend time talking about these things.
ReplyDeleteIn a way, you might even say you are spoiled? Not your fault mind you, but... Not even her fault, necessarily. Just... I dunno?
What I find funny is so many women don't even understand this in a way they can say it, while accusing men of being ignorant. Not that we aren't often ignorant. But ignorance is no sin if no information is passed to inform. Well, and pot meet kettle.
Are you sure you just don't get her to that stage faster? I'm... suspicious of women, and just as much about the men who (or have) feared them. You started out a woman apologize, and have gotten better. But relics remain. Alpha to gamma, some things that aren't true are spoken with surety by us, even when things on the ground demonstrably prove different. Vox exposes these things, among others, left and right. Often because a woman, or women, say so. Not that women mean to lie, just that... they tip toward fibbing, hide from some things, and understand no better than we. They just have taken the lead on the conversation, always have. Not always to their... betterment?
Just things rattling in my head. Hmm, maybe one will pipe in.
Just woke, so blathering a bit.
She is odd and it's an odd relationship. That's all I know.
ReplyDeleteI've never had a "regular" relationship. My guess is the reason things worked for me was because I always had options, and my women knew it without a doubt. Doesn't mean they weren't crazy at times, it just wasn't something for me to fuss about. If I wanted to win, I did. And you are, if it is taking a bit in the lead up. Don't mess it up. I think she is typically abnormal. My fear is that you are... falling into old habits.
ReplyDeleteDon't go there. Just put it out of your head and give it very light treatment when put to you. Ask her to think hard about "what if", and even if she is really asking you to pull the lever. If she is going to stew, toss in veggies... I always say. Then go for a bicycle ride or three. Now, I love the smell of some lady rump roast too. Might not be your thing.
Geez man. Right now I am just dreaming of an angry woman! Get to it.
Oh, and don't just listen to that. Flashes of Yum!
Heh heh, Freddy Mercury was somethin'...
ReplyDeleteOh ja, the Persnickity Princess Poopyhead thing was a tad bit of a gamma throwback. I recognize that. We're not discussing BMan though, or rather *she* is not, though it crops up from time to time in my conversation with her.
I expect some serious last minute shit testing before I go. Your advice is well-founded. I will not placate. Agree and amplify seems in order, then dismiss. Her only true (legitimate) concern would be incurable stuff. And that is a concern I share with her. I'm not willing to risk our relationship for an unacceptably high risk fling.
But I don't intend to do much serious pursuing anyway. Flirting, yes. This is a prime and rich field to practice game principles, up to but not including the f-close.
Not to say it won't happen. Just saying...
And speaking of bicycle rides, my cube-neighbor keeps making a big thing of the "Critical Tits" ride that happens every year at BMan. I keep trying to communicate to him that by the time the Crit-Tits Ride comes around I will have been exposed already to so many bare titties that I may have to stifle a yawn.
ReplyDeleteSplendid. That is... my head feels right on my shoulders now. I cannot say what will happen either. I have intent but I am only a man. If I had a smaller penis, I would take condoms, just in case. But if you can imagine the male version of a mammogram, and trying to have sex while getting one... up to 3x, in several types, the biggest I could find. *snap*
ReplyDeleteBut, never the worry. As long as you see as clearly through the glass darkly as this, I think you will be fine.
Freddy? A kin, of sorts. In a bastard way, as you know. He was a mirror image with an extra quarter turn, if you know what I mean. Or maybe a turn in the opposite direction? Annoying, that is, but true.
I've got to admit something to you. Seeing a lot of naked women really isn't going to be a shock to me. I can load up dozens of real women, of all sorts, from real memory. Women who I could and did touch. Women of so many different ages, "races", heights, weights. Sometimes I feel more like a gynecologist than a lover.
ReplyDeleteIt's why clothed women really do it for me, if the clothes don't mean much. It is the style, the play, what clothes convey that nudity can't. My last was a nudist at heart, but must have really liked me. She learned how to dress, or at least never be fully undressed. Showing some skin there, but not here. Adjusting so the nipple almost showed, for example, but not quite. But never anything explicit. She learned how to drive my wagon right off the cliff that way. *boom*