While We’re on the Subject … Mitchell’s Thoughts

Nora’s last post was amazing. The River’s rebuttal was also great. If you haven’t read either of them, I suggest reading them before mine.

Let me rap atcha for a second on this subject, if I may.

Yes, there is a breed of much, much more aggressive women. The old fashioned standard of a man courting a lady to build her interest in him has been rendered virtually obsolete. A major contributing factor to this is social progression.

We live in an instant gratification world. Fast food, instant information through the internet and things like that have made the majority of the civilization accustomed to getting what they want, when they want it. This, naturally, has carried over into the relationships. Nobody wants to put a bunch of work into getting their rocks off. But rushing into something like that doesn’t make for a meaningful, worthwhile relationship. Consequently, men and women rack up the numbers on their sexual partner list.

It’s like tasting something before you even smell it. You’d know it was shit if you just took a whiff first.

What do the above factors bring about? Well, go to any club or bar and you’ll see – a bunch of men and women on the prowl. Their goal for the evening is almost always to figure out a way to engage in sexual congress by the end of the night. Were that not the case, they would probably be somewhere a little quieter without alcohol as social lubericant. These people spinning around in the sexual centrifuge until they end up out the door with someone to sleep with set the precident. Because society is morally bankrupt when it comes to sex? No. It’s because those are the people that seem to be HAVING THE MOST FUN.

It’s a real bummer for the more selective people. I personally have a very low tolerance for the amount of bullshit I’ll take just to get laid. Because of this, I’m not out there just looking for someone that is willing to come home with me to roll around in the sheets. I want to find someone with whom I can share a mutual interest that might last a while. Lo and behold, I’m single.

Maybe I’m old fashioned. Maybe I’m a sap. I don’t know. But I’m not interested in sexual conquest. I like to bust a nut as much as the next guy, but I’ll be seeing to that myself before I wet my wang in a bitch as shallow as a puddle of my spit. I’ll talk to girls, maybe dance with a few, but I NEVER intend on getting laid the first night I meet someone. It’s just not an interest of mine.

Ultimately, I can handle sexual frustration much more than I can handle the concept of potentially finding myself stuck with a complete bitch because of a one-night deal.

The bottom line for me is this: It was a sad, sad day for me when Western society began using the euphemism “hook up” for a sexual encounter. The only possible reason to do that is to soften the blow of promiscuity. But 27 “hook ups” in a year is still fucking 27 people in a year. Gross. How about a little self respect, ladies and gentlemen?

To dudes, I say: keep the spuzz-slinger holstered unless you see anything developing out of the relationship. Think about how many guys you know that have kids with women they wish they’d never met. It’s nothing a little foresight couldn’t help remedy.

To ladies, I say: Nice guys finish last, but it’s only because they’ll make sure you get yours first. You know what I mean … That’s right.