To those who have a perspective of me, which often can be misconstrued with an understanding of me, I have a few words...
When I'm having a good day, I write.
When I'm having a good day, I write.
When something inspires me, I write.
When something makes me question the way things have been, I write.
All in all, when a situation arises that provokes a response, I feel it necessary to relay my thoughts upon others in hopes of producing dialogue and conversation relevant to developing an understanding of certain situations.
That being said...
There are more than 3 billion women who inhabit this wonderful planet of ours and in my lifetime, for whatever reason, I have been blessed to know a small, yet interesting (for lack of a better variety of responses) few who have all made some impact, from large to small. Furthermore, being a 24 year old guy with decent upkeep and ambition, I've "done it" with an even smaller amount of this small group of women.
So what am I really saying?
Odd are if you meet a guy at this age, especially though the circle of "cool kids" that frequent bars and nightclubs, he hasn't spent his whole life waiting on you and even further; during or around the time of your meeting odds are, he's “doing it” or has “don’t it” with someone else.
Facts of life.
So what is he supposed to do? Lie and never bring up the taboo topic of sex? Or is he supposed to shower you with compliments, seal the deal and add you to the list of girls he's currently smashing.
Or does he keep it totally 100; figuring by this age you understand the obviousness of life, because in his talks with his girlfriends (platonic relationships) he has found that honesty and realness are endearing and admirable concepts?
Perhaps you've become so used to lies and guys that are pure simps, that when you meet one who understands that lying is merely a reflection of deep-rooted insecurities and that the good guy routine is just gay (...gay in the not making fun of gay people way), it's damn near scary.
Speaking for those guys, is it my (our) fault that we've realized honesty actually works? Is it our fault that we've come to understand the harsh realities of being a young adult in America?
That being said...
There are more than 3 billion women who inhabit this wonderful planet of ours and in my lifetime, for whatever reason, I have been blessed to know a small, yet interesting (for lack of a better variety of responses) few who have all made some impact, from large to small. Furthermore, being a 24 year old guy with decent upkeep and ambition, I've "done it" with an even smaller amount of this small group of women.
So what am I really saying?
Odd are if you meet a guy at this age, especially though the circle of "cool kids" that frequent bars and nightclubs, he hasn't spent his whole life waiting on you and even further; during or around the time of your meeting odds are, he's “doing it” or has “don’t it” with someone else.
Facts of life.
So what is he supposed to do? Lie and never bring up the taboo topic of sex? Or is he supposed to shower you with compliments, seal the deal and add you to the list of girls he's currently smashing.
Or does he keep it totally 100; figuring by this age you understand the obviousness of life, because in his talks with his girlfriends (platonic relationships) he has found that honesty and realness are endearing and admirable concepts?
Perhaps you've become so used to lies and guys that are pure simps, that when you meet one who understands that lying is merely a reflection of deep-rooted insecurities and that the good guy routine is just gay (...gay in the not making fun of gay people way), it's damn near scary.
Speaking for those guys, is it my (our) fault that we've realized honesty actually works? Is it our fault that we've come to understand the harsh realities of being a young adult in America?
But hey, maybe I’m just growing up.
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