a dime a dozen

14 Jul

If anybody knows about Pimpin' I'd think it's big Daddy.

If anybody knows about Pimpin' I'd think it's big Daddy.

When a man meets a woman, and if she’s fairly attracted (sometimes if she isn’t) I believe there are a series of thoughts running through his head.

If he’s aware of this or not is another story, but usually its Could I sleep with this woman? Would I sleep with this woman? and finally, Should I sleep with this woman?

Now, the resulting action is a totally different story altogether.

Some men are smart enough to think on it for a second, hypothesize and leave it at just a state of thought. Other men not as gifted in the brains department tend to act on these thoughts, even if they are already involved.

Some of them with women not even remotely as cool as the ones they already have. I was guilty of this a few times in college, chalking it up to a desire for variety rather than stupidity.

Only now can I admit how stupid I was. I’ve thrown away opportunities with various women simply because I couldn’t decide (And my friends think I’m difficult at restaurants).

Those friends who did decide to take the plunge always told me, “hey Bobby, when its the right one, you’ll know because it will be ridiculously easy.”

Its kinda true. There are plenty of good looking women out there. But when you meet one who just fits, you realize how special that is.

Physical attraction is one thing, but now that I’m 30 and can’t be led around by my Johnson, I require a bit more than looks to keep me interested. If a woman can’t hold a conversation with me (or vice versa) I lose interest quickly.

The biggest sex organ in the body is the brain. I like clever women, with a quick mind and good sense of humor. A nice pair of legs is a bonus obviously, there must be some physical chemistry.

I find it much easier to be friends with a funny, not so attractive, and sweet girl, who has interesting things going on in her head, than to hang around a smoking hot, vapid, and ultimately boring woman.

Tons of those out there. Believe it or not, after I met someone who was really special and offered something that no other girl had readily available, I wouldn’t even look twice at the aesthetically pleasing hot girls walking up and down the Toronto streets.

Not only had I met someone who was cute, and had a great pair of legs, but she was also funny and innaresting, and extremely sweet.
Don’t get me wrong. I meet these kinds of girls all the time, its just they usually are my friends’ girlfriends and wives.

So imagine my surprise when I discovered how lucky I’d been at meeting this young lady, and finding she was really single. giddyup!!!!!!!

Now I’m not saying I’m gona run off and get married or anything crazy like that. I’m just saying, its hard to find good friends who you can relate to on a genuine level, and even harder to find one that finds you sexually attractive.

As Big Daddy Kane says, “What do you have when you find you’ve only got $1.20 in your pocket and twelve hoes?”

“Proof that hoes come a dime a dozen.”

Much easier to get laid than to get a good backrub. That’s the good stuff.

Like the difference between McDonald’s and a home cooked meal. WacArnold’s will do the job, and is good in the short term (though you might regret it later).

although a home cooked meal takes a bit longer to prepare, it is much more satisfying, and involves a lot more love.


2 Responses to “a dime a dozen”

  1. Travis July 14, 2009 at 9:35 pm #

    Yeah, my wife still makes fun of me when I take her bra off..I need two hands. Training would have been good.

    Oh, and I used to hate going out to eat with you. It was a given that you were going to send at least one plate back to the kitchen for them to spit in..

    • bmick July 27, 2009 at 10:27 am #

      yeah that’s why i thought of the velcro bra and underwear years ago. no one thinks it’ll work though

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