Quote by Huffkin
My honest advice for regular sex would be to go and see an escort (prostitute).
Hah hah... been there, done that, was looking for something more genuine. Though if I believed what escorts have told me then with my piercing gaze, movie-star good looks, sexy body, gorgeous bum, cheerful demeanor, razor-sharp wit, caring nature, gentle touch, snappy dress-sense and expert sexual skills, then the girls really should be banging on my door.
In all seriousness, if meeting a woman/couple/whatever for passionate fun was as easy as responding to an advert on a website then everyone would be doing it. I've always recognised that it's not realistic to expect to ever have sex with anyone from a website, so I'm not disappointed that I failed. But I'm disappointed by the complete lack of (online) human contact I've made. I never expected that, so my failure hurts more.
I thought that maybe if I wrote (well, typed) my feelings down and posted them, I'd feel better. In all honesty, I don't. I feel like I sent a little bit of myself to everyone I tried to contact and now I've run out of me and I'm just an empty shell walking around with nothing left to give. I'm sick and tired, and fed-up and depressed, and angry. I'm sorry, but I am.
I want to rant and rage about all the rude and ignorant people who took what I had to give and gave me nothing. I know it's not fair, these people are bombarded by replies, they're scared I'll get nasty if they reject me, etc etc etc - please don't tell me this because I know it already. I even believe it, intellectually. But not with my heart. I've read every advice column I could find, taken on board every tip that made sense. I always believed that if I made the effort, and was genuine, and patient, and polite, other people would make an effort and be genuine in return. Maybe not all people, but a fair proportion. A lot more than 2%.Life doesn't owe me anything; I know that. Nobody's obligated to sleep with me, talk with me, or even take the time to tell me to get lost just because I contact them. The world isn't populated with monkeys who dance to my tune.
But I'm a human being of the twenty-first century and it's my nature to want... more than I have.
I'm sorry. You've all been very friendly here and tried to make me feel welcome. Your forum certainly seems a warm and fun place to be. I wish I'd found you three months ago, or six months ago. But now... I just feel as though I want to throw the whole thing at a wall. Make a big crash, watch it shatter into a million pieces on my carpet. (Put my big stone club over my shoulder and go tease the saber-tooth tiger cubs.)
I'm not sure if I'll stick around.
I'm a bag of sharp edges and I'm sorry if I cut anyone. Real sorry.
Roger.
for Will