Fundamentals
In being a single hot female, I have come to terms with the fact that guys will probably only ever talk to me for one thing in particular. Which isn't all that horrible, at least, until said guys see me without makeup. Then they run for the hills. But anyways, guys are very transparent and incredibly basic when it comes to their needs.
Need beer now. Need sports now. Need woman now. (insert classic caveman impersonation here.)
With women, it's a whole different story. We're like a fucking jig saw puzzle with a million little pieces waiting for the right man, or men, to put us together. It's exhausting and complicated and this is why men think we're absolutely out of our minds. Well, they aren't wrong. Men probably have to beg their girls to tell them what it is they want directly, beating around the bush being the only response they get. It's like pulling teeth. But women are just as basic as men, at least, in retrospect.
I need chocolate. I need wine. I need new shoes. I need a new guy.
That's about it.
Just kidding!
Women find that they need a lot of shit just about all the time. I should know, I need a bajillion things right now. A massage, a million bucks, new brakes on my car, a good grade in Black American Lit, breakfast.... I could keep going, and that whole sentence was strictly me. But since this world is 6 billion or so and counting, there's a fuckload more needs than just mine. No matter how special I think I might be.
The moral of the story is, not all needs, small as they seem, should go unheard. I am an insignificant human being in this world and do not have the fine priviledge of being in a relationship. I do not have a man who is there to cater to my needs. I cannot cater to a man's needs. Mainly because the only man in my life right now is Lucky, and his needs are simple enough: eat, shit, sleep. Oh, the life of a dog.
But since I am me, I attract those guys who only seem to have that one specific need.
I am not obligated to fulfill a man's "need," but yet they feel as though, for lack of a better term, women owe them the fulfillment of that need.
I have tried this online dating crap, and I don't know why I thought it would be different than meeting people face to face before stalking profiles, but it's not. Every other message I get, no matter where this guy is located on this green earth, asks me to hook up. They ask me how big my boobs are, comment on my bedroom eyes, and make note on the fact that I fill out a Batman tee shirt pretty fucking well.
I could complain about it, bitchfest and all that jazz, except then I will get the most obvious question from everyone... why does your profile say you are looking for casual sex if those messages bother you?
Okay, one, these guys don't even say hello or anything to introduce themselves. They just dive right in with "want to fuck...?" Sure, dude, let me just get on that whole sleeping with strangers from a dating website thing. Um...no. I don't know you! I have no idea who you are as a person! Except, well, now I know the fact that desperation has no limits. But seriously, that proposition for sex isn't going to work. You could a serial killer or some batshit crazy stalker. Rude.
Secondly, and this is the main reason I write this whole thing, is to clarify that my definition of casual is probably different than yours. So I am here to define, for you, what casual means, to me.
I do not want a serious relationship. But that is not going to stop me from liking, or maybe even loving, someone. I have sex because I enjoy it, but most importantly, I enjoy those of whom I choose to have sex with. I have no expectations, romantically speaking, but I do have standards. And I am picky. I need to trust you and you need to trust me. I sleep with guys I can openly conversate with about any topic, because sex is more than just a physical pass time for me. I am friends, some best friends, with most of the guys I have been with.
I don't know if this casual sex definition plays well with my previous posts, but I hope it clears shit up. At least a little.
I have needs too. They're just customized to fit me better.
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