No more drugs for that woman.
My girlfriend is really odd. I mean, really, really odd. Just go look at her journal. Not that I mind. Odd people are great, but sometimes I really wonder if I'll ever get a grasp on what she's thinking. I'm used to being surrounded by people who think flat, dull things, and I'm way out to the side of them. She makes me feel like I'm standing still and she's off running some mental marathon race that I haven't even entered in yet. Again, no complaints. Just wackiness.
If you read a good amount of her journal, you'll notice that woman talks about sex alot. Much. Todo el sexo, todo a hora. Every man's dream, no? If you said, "not me!" you're lying, gay, or way too inundated into beliefs rammed down your throat by your parents. Guess which catergory I fall into? I'll be the first to admit I've spent the past six years in hedonist rampage - drinking, screwing or setting fire (and sometimes quickly putting in my mouth) to everything set in front of me. So how the hell does someone like me end up in a relationship with a self-proclaimed sex goddess, and not keeping up?
(set excuse "lame" = "on")
I blame my parents!
(set excuse "lame" = "off")
No, really. Somehow (and don't ask me how the fuck this happened) some of my mom and dad's values sank into my head. In a rather twisted manner, too. After pushing my bed tally into an obscene range with women I've almost never seen again after that night/day/party/whatever, I meet my girlfriend, and I fall in love. Great, wonderful, and muy magnifico, no?
No.
Damnit.
When you love someone, or so these little annoying morals keep telling me, you shouldn't objectify them in any way! People you love aren't sex toys! So, every time I get these overwhelming urges to flip her over the (*CENSORED*) and take my (*EXPLICIT*) with the (*YOU REALLY DO NOT WANT TO KNOW THIS*) after we (*THIS EITHER*), I just feel guilty. Bad. Dirty. No one's more confused about this than me. I mean, really. I feel dirty? For wanting to have sex with my girlfriend of a relationship I've held for six months now? How the hell did this happen?
Of course the woman is irritated about it. Naturally, she feels rejected when I ... well, reject her now and again. I don't know why I'm putting this down except for the fact she keeps talking about sex and I guess I had to establish to myself I'm not a jerk. Or something. There it is.
Anjin-san is out.
If you read a good amount of her journal, you'll notice that woman talks about sex alot. Much. Todo el sexo, todo a hora. Every man's dream, no? If you said, "not me!" you're lying, gay, or way too inundated into beliefs rammed down your throat by your parents. Guess which catergory I fall into? I'll be the first to admit I've spent the past six years in hedonist rampage - drinking, screwing or setting fire (and sometimes quickly putting in my mouth) to everything set in front of me. So how the hell does someone like me end up in a relationship with a self-proclaimed sex goddess, and not keeping up?
(set excuse "lame" = "on")
I blame my parents!
(set excuse "lame" = "off")
No, really. Somehow (and don't ask me how the fuck this happened) some of my mom and dad's values sank into my head. In a rather twisted manner, too. After pushing my bed tally into an obscene range with women I've almost never seen again after that night/day/party/whatever, I meet my girlfriend, and I fall in love. Great, wonderful, and muy magnifico, no?
No.
Damnit.
When you love someone, or so these little annoying morals keep telling me, you shouldn't objectify them in any way! People you love aren't sex toys! So, every time I get these overwhelming urges to flip her over the (*CENSORED*) and take my (*EXPLICIT*) with the (*YOU REALLY DO NOT WANT TO KNOW THIS*) after we (*THIS EITHER*), I just feel guilty. Bad. Dirty. No one's more confused about this than me. I mean, really. I feel dirty? For wanting to have sex with my girlfriend of a relationship I've held for six months now? How the hell did this happen?
Of course the woman is irritated about it. Naturally, she feels rejected when I ... well, reject her now and again. I don't know why I'm putting this down except for the fact she keeps talking about sex and I guess I had to establish to myself I'm not a jerk. Or something. There it is.
Anjin-san is out.