Unbridled_Phoenix
Master Don Juan
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Gents, there is indeed such a thing as too much of a good thing. The events of last night conspired to teach this lesson once again, as it is a lesson easily forgotten.
Around 10:30 last night, I was sitting in my office and was suddenly hit by a wave of wanderlust and intense desire to venture into the night and see what she was hiding from me. The night is, after all, the sum of all things feminine: in her darkness she hides both joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, honesty and deceit. The day would be her masculine counterpart: what you see is what you get, brutal and also powerful realities to behold...
But that is another story.
So I put on my boots and head into town. There had been a large outdoor concert, and the main bar downtown was packed to capacity. We have a good mix there: hotties and notties, hicks, college douchebags, thugs. But very few in the way of young professionals, I have that market cornered.
Anyway, last night was one of those nights where you don't even have to throw out a line, the fish just jump into your boat. I was not in the door 2 minutes before women were all over me. Of the women I was talking to, there were three I had strong interest in fvcking. There were other hot chicks there too, damn it's either all or nothing in these country bars.
This is where the juggling began. You know, talk to one for a few minutes, sneak away to go stir the other one, repeat. I take full responsibility, I should've just chose one, but I had three women approach me, give ridiculous IOIs and start talking about sex. What's a guy to do? If you reject a woman once she's put that out there, she'll tell everyone you're gay. So I played it safe and tried to be cunning
I will learn from this. No more juggling, decide who you want to fvck and get it done.
Around 10:30 last night, I was sitting in my office and was suddenly hit by a wave of wanderlust and intense desire to venture into the night and see what she was hiding from me. The night is, after all, the sum of all things feminine: in her darkness she hides both joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, honesty and deceit. The day would be her masculine counterpart: what you see is what you get, brutal and also powerful realities to behold...
But that is another story.
So I put on my boots and head into town. There had been a large outdoor concert, and the main bar downtown was packed to capacity. We have a good mix there: hotties and notties, hicks, college douchebags, thugs. But very few in the way of young professionals, I have that market cornered.
Anyway, last night was one of those nights where you don't even have to throw out a line, the fish just jump into your boat. I was not in the door 2 minutes before women were all over me. Of the women I was talking to, there were three I had strong interest in fvcking. There were other hot chicks there too, damn it's either all or nothing in these country bars.
This is where the juggling began. You know, talk to one for a few minutes, sneak away to go stir the other one, repeat. I take full responsibility, I should've just chose one, but I had three women approach me, give ridiculous IOIs and start talking about sex. What's a guy to do? If you reject a woman once she's put that out there, she'll tell everyone you're gay. So I played it safe and tried to be cunning
I will learn from this. No more juggling, decide who you want to fvck and get it done.