It's been on my mind. Come up in random conversations. Okay, I have even indulged in a bit of ranting, much to the amusement of the large handsome fella that hangs out with what's his name. For want of a better description of the general subject matter, we shall deem it "Common Sense". Especially as it pertains to men and women! Quite a bit of it to do with some of the interaction we indulge in here, or on the internet, in general.
Some points...
Do you like any of my photos? Hmm, I picked the good ones, you know! Now, mine are honest, not all are... (You folks know who you are, tsk tsk.) However, I do not deny the fact that I only post the ones that I find somewhat nice. Otherwise, why? Copious compliments are lovely, but they only swell my head so far as we have NO idea how you would react to the living, speaking flesh. Don't argue this with me, it's pointless. We just on'tt know, and likely never shall!
On that sort of thought path, are we really as naieve a nation as we seem? (I could believe that we are firmly determined to create rich worlds of imagination, but we kind of know better, hmm?) How many times have you clicked upon the photo of someone that is not just cute, but knuckle biting atomic hot? There are all sorts of lovely photos, many pleasingly exposed. Ah. These enticing creatures seem constantly online. Amazing! Friday night, Saturday night, Wednesday afternoon! Surely some steamy secretary sneaking in hot chat with you as she toils at her desk, dreaming of the moment she can get free for a naughty little tryst. If that weren't the case, then we would be left imagining how exactly these sirens seem to escape the sort of teeming social life beautiful people always seem to have. Perhaps they are shy. I am not doubting thier identities, just pondering their obvious contradictions. Then, some of them just have something to sell...
There is trolling for random encounters, and I just don't understand! Granted, being a female, it is astonishingly easy for me to wander out and find any sort of tawdry situation I may desire. Which,by the way, is exactly what I would do if that's what were on my mind! Why do I need to spend hours chatting you up, *getting to know* you, just to have it cumulate in a sweaty little session of getting your knickers off? Isn't that why we have bars and discos? Real ones, my friends. I would never suggest you'll meet the love of your life in an alcohol induced haze, since that isn't what is being sought, never mind that! The same sort of girl/guy that will slaver for your erotic attentions here, will most likely do so under the influence of just a bit to drink at the pub. Go later, everyone will be quite buzzed and the lights low. Good luck, and know that that steaming little morsel you left hanging on chat will STILL be there when you get back!
This one goes a bit off the realm of mere electronic idiocy. For the love of Jiminy Cricket, the bloody game! Chase me, woo me, Ooooh! You almost got me! I'm busy, you're gone, love to see ya but you know, I've got plans... Omfg, really? Reality. Everyone has a life out there, and if someone wants your company they will make room in their life to get it. We ALL know this, deep down where we admit to ourselves the ugly little truths of life. I'm not buying it, nor am I willing to sell something that I don't believe in. Pony up or bugger off, who has time for this! I know the ego is caught up in the pursuit, why not draw your accolades from the fact that someone genuinely likes you, and is not hesitant to show it? There is nobody out there who is either constantly available or constantly occupied. Every person that you meet has at least one other person interested at them, at any given point in time. Do yourself a favor, if you believe someone is giving you the old cat~n~mouse, blow off! When you win, if you win, you have just bagged yourself a self centered idiot.
I do believe that gets most of the more pressing matters off of my chest. *shew* The really frustrating thing about writing about these annoyances is, the people that need to read this never will get around to it, will they? The swingers (which I left out because, please. Get thee to a club of some sort. I am tired of fighting that lecherous group away.) the players, the chasers... They are far too busy plotting and scheming. No time to read. Unless you title your missive "DO ME NOW!!!! PLEASE????"
Hmm.
*There's* an idea.
