| The Follow up...
She called me three times since I dropped her off at the train station...
I didn't pick up once...Why? I was so fucking busy with work and music...
That is always first in my book...
I called her late last night...
She picked up the phone, sounded kinda gloomy, but she said "Hey, how are you..." she sounded really sad... I asked her what was wrong and she said she has been tired... So I let her know that I was busy this whole week and weekend and I would try my best to call her soon, she says "Yer letting me go already???" I say, "Well seems like you were sleeping, and I'm sorry ma..." She says "Come see me now, I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow, and I would like yer company, its too cold and lonely here..." I pause... I don't know WTF is going on with her, but I ask her, "Is there parking in the area?" She states that there is enuff parking to come on thru... This discussion via the phone ends at 1am, I get to her house at quarter to 2am, so I enter her place... Kinda nice, typical female set up ya know, very clean, modern, girly touches here and there...And of course her bedroom was fucking clean, smelled great, and full of candles... It was rather cold... Turns out she didn't turn on the heat... So I did... She asked me to join her in bed, so I sat on the edge of her bed by the side... She wrapped herself in the covers and wrapped her arms around my right arm... A big sigh came out of her, and she says..."You know I have been thinking about you since we last met... I dunno why, but I thought maybe you didn't want to talk to me, I thought maybe you were gay, I dunno I thought of all kinds of stupid shit..." And I was like WTF? So she tells me that she was really happy to have me over and she wanted me to cuddle with her... So I take my P-Coat off, remove my Tim Boots, and I lay next to her... She wraps the blanket around me and she wraps her legs in between mine... She snuggles her head under my chin, and hold me tight...She says "B, whats yer full name..." So I tell her... Then she says..."My name isn't Laurie, its Wendy and I was so nervous when you gave me a ride to the train station, Laurie is my sisters name..." I said it was cool, I told her to just warm up, relax, and get some sleep... I dunno for some reason, sometimes all women want is just some comfort and well, a whole chapter of what Style wrote in the "Game" came to mind...
This something I have remembered over and over because out of the whole book this made a lot of sense to me...And Style (Neil Strauss) writes:
Male sexuality may seem on the surface like it runs rampant in society-there are strip clubs, pron websites, Maxim-style magazines, and titllating advertisements everywhere. But, despite all this, true male disire is often kept repressed.
Men think about sex more than they will ever let women, or even each other, know. Teachers thin about fucking their students, fathers think about fucking their daughter's friends, doctors think about fucking their patients. And right now, for every woman with even an iota of sex appeal, there's probably a man somewhere in the world who's touching himself and thinking about what it would be like to fuck her. She may not even know him: He may be that businessman who walked past her in the street or the college student who sat across from her on the subway. And any man who tells a woman otherwise is most likely doing so because he's trying to get in her pants, or the pants of someone else within earshot. The great lie of modern dating is that in order to sleep with a woman, a man must pretend initially as if he doesn't want to.
Most appaling to women is the male obsession with strippers, porn stars, and teenage girls. It is abhorrent because it threatens a woman's reality. If all men really desire a woman like that, then where does that leave her marriage and happily-ever after fantasies? She's doomed to live them with a man who really wants that Victoria's Secret model or the neighbor's daughter or that dominatrix in the videos he hides in his closet. As a woman ages, an eighteen-year-old girl will always be eighteen. Love is dashed on the rocks in the face of the possibility that a man doesn't want a person but a body.
Fortunately, this is not the eintire story. Men are visual thinkers; thus we're often decieved by our eyes. But the truth is that the fantasy is often better than the reality. I had just learned that lesson. Most men eventually learn that lesson. Mystery may have thought he wanted to live with two girls who love each other as much as they love him, but chances are they'd get on his nerves, team up against him, and eventually make him just as miserable as he'd been with Katya.
Men are not dogs. We merely think we are and, on occasion, act as if we are. But, by believing in our nobler nature, woman have the amazing power ti inspire us to live up to it. This is one reason why men tend to fear commitment-and sometimes, as in Mystery's case, even rebel against it by endeavoring to bring out the worst in a woman.
I held this girl "Wendy" till she knocked out... She didn't want anything more than a hug... But all I wanted was to fuck... But I didnt wanna fuck her... She seemed to messed up, and didn't even get into detail about why she was down, but I know it was because of a "Fuck"...Call it AFC tendencies, but for some reason, not fucking this bird seemed like the best thing for the both of us... I left her place @ 7am, went home took a shower, came to work... She called me on the way to work, and thanked me...And she would like to make it up to me...I said sure, I told her she was to treat me out to eat, a movie, and we would be even...
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Did something that 90% of males wouldn't do. Good job in establishing that.