Day off at last! I can finally blog during day time and not past midnight barely alive.
Since Adam became history last week, I’m in talks with several guys, as usual, because, of course!
Someone told me once that we have to keep on walking because we never know what’s around the corner, it might be just another guy, the imperfect guy you kinda like, the imperfect guy you do like, the perfect guy who doesn’t like you, or the perfect guy who likes you.
And here’s a dose of reality, most often, about 95% of the time, the next person is just another guy. Easily forgettable like a white t-shirt.
The Imperfect guy you kinda like is about 2% of the time. He’s like uncomfortable tight pants. You wear them because they look good on you, but you know, deep down, you only wear them to show off.
The Imperfect guy you do like is about 1%. You don’t really agree with everything he has to say, with how he looks like, but he has a certain something that attracts you to him and you deal with it. Most of us probably end up with this type of guy.
Then there’s the perfect guy who doesn’t like you, that comes in your life at about 1% of the time. He is a custom made suit. Everything about him fits perfectly with you. The creases on his face when he smiles, the texture of his hair, his body, everything seems great. The problem is that to this guy you’re a size too large or a size too small, not a custom made.
And the perfect guy who likes you comes at approximately 1% of the time. He’s not just a custom made suit, that’s your skin and fits perfectly with him.
That said, I saw Randy last night and he ravaged my ass!
He is a great lover to whoever has an asshole of steel (or a super lose one) ’cause he’s the type of guy you have to beg him to ejaculate… Which I did ’cause I was exhausted, and at some point it was no longer fun but painful.
To be honest, I don’t need him. But I’m used to his company.
I guess Randy is that imperfect guy you kinda like…
But instead of pants, the only tight thing here is my ass.