Let me start off by saying, yes, I am thirsty. As thirsty as they come. Seeing as how I have never been in a relationship, let alone had sex, my expectations for both are sky high. These expectations are inspired from relationships I have witnessed firsthand and from those seen in the media. I know, it’s not the best way to form opinions, but what else do I have?
Because my imagination has no comparative reality, it automatically leaps to the farthest extreme possible. It creates a reality of its own. Forming a world and filling the void with the faces I pass by every day. Not all faces, just some. In other words, my mind creates a game.
The game is essentially choosing who I would have sex with based solely off their appearance. Shallow, I know, but I’ve reached the conclusion that I’m hopeless.
For example, as I write this, a guy is walking around trying to find a room or something. Medium height, very tan, robust chin. Yes. Call me, beep me if you wanna reach me.
Earlier today, there were two other guys I walked by that I would could see myself having relations with. There’s a scale, you see. The people I would probably be attracted to once we got to know each other, those I would sleep with after meeting at a bar or something, and those that can take me, no questions asked. The last of the three seldom comes along, but when they do…anytime, anywhere.
Am I the only one that does this? Picks and chooses people I would sleep with given the chance. Not to have casual sex, per se. But, like, “Damn, if I had the opportunity I would grab it with both hands 😉