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Ladies, you're obligated
Ladies, you're obligated
Let me preface this by saying that I am not a chauevenist, and I know "no means no."
Ladies, do you have a very special male friend? A guy you can talk to about anything. A guy with whom you can share your innermost secrets. A guy you trust implicitly.
If you answered yes, answer the following questions:
Is he gay?
Is he in a relationship?
Is he ultra-religious or celibate?
If you answered no to these questions, I have one more for you.
WHY AREN'T YOU FUCKING HIM?
Let me clue you into this. Guys are not that complicated. If a guy hangs around you for a while, and is your friend, he's your friend for a reason. He listens to everything you have to say. He offers you advice. He does whatever he can to comfort you in times of need, and laugh with you when you're happy.
Do not delude yourself that he's just a friend. He wants to fuck you. Even worse, the poor dumb bastard's probably in love with you.
Stop ignoring him and sleep with him. It doesn't matter if you don't love him back. It doesn't matter if you have a boyfriend of your own. It doesn't matter if you don't find him attractive. It's just sex. Let him have one. You have allowed him to fawn over you in one form or another for a long time (and I say that because you don't become such trusting friends overnight), and you continue to let him torture himself. Get it over with. Fuck him, and, if needed, let him go. Let him get on with his life.
I'm not saying this to be a chauvenist, or attempt to force you to do something you don't want to do. I am trying to help you see what you're doing to a lot of guys out there who are sadly going down the same path that I went as a teenager. I only want to help, cause believe me, I get nothing out of telling you this. I hold no illusions that I'm gonna somehow magically get laid by saying this.
When I was in high school, there was a girl I worshipped. I met her as a freshman, and at first, she thought I was annoying and dull. As time went by, we hung out more, and got to be real good friends. So good, in fact, that every time she had a relationship problem, she came to me. I thought this odd, as she was seeking advice on her love life from someone who, at the time, had no love life, except with lingerie catalogues. Whenever she and her boyfriend would fight, she called me to comfort her. Whenever she was unsure about something, she asked my advice. Whenever she had some exciting new story about sex, she not only told me, but swore me to secrecy, lest the town think her a whore. That was sheer torture, believe me. Telling a virgin about sex stories he can't be involved in, that's just cruel. She trusted me (and still does) with her deepest, darkest secrets, and I never revealed any of them, and I never will.
I thought this meant there was something between us. Why else would she tell me all these things? For years I wondered when I'd get my shot to be with this girl. One day sophomore year, she runs into me at the grocery store. She sees me and makes a beeline for me. I can tell she's crying. She held me in her arms, and told me about how her boyfriend dumped her. I did all I could to comfort her. At the same time, I thought this might be my chance, but I wanted to be Mr. Sensitive. You never want to hit a girl on the rebound. That's not love. So I told her not to worry. I told her he was an idiot (and he was). I told her that she was a beautiful girl (which she was, and still is). I told her that the right guy is out there, and maybe a lot closer than she thinks. She snapped out of it, and said I was right. She hugged me, thanked me, and left. That was a Saturday. Monday morning, she came into the school, WITH HER NEW BOYFRIEND. I put myself out there, let her know that if she ever needed a shoulder to cry on, she could come to me. Well she did, and she left for another guy (who eventually beat her), and I got left with a wet shoulder.
This pattern continued on throughout high school, to the point where I abandoned pretense senior year and asked her out the day she broke up with a boyfriend, cause I wasn't going to lose another shot, she had fast turnover. She immediately shot me down, saying that we were so close that she thought of me as her brother. Bullshit.
Ladies, there are a lot of you out there that have been in this girl's position, and you know who you are. And there are a lot of guys like me. And guess what? We're idiots. We cannot tell a signal from a traffic light half the time. And when we fawn over girls like you, we have no idea how deluded we are, how much time we're wasting. So for the love of God, throw the guy a bone. I wasted what was supposed to be the best years of my life, because I put someone on a pedestal that didn't deserve it, and she either didn't recognize it, or was taking advantage of it. And to this day, I'm such an idiot that if I got the chance to be with her, I'd be there in a heartbeat. Simply put, if you recognize what the guy's doing for you, you are obligated to sleep with him at least once. If you don't recognize it, I've now made you aware, and you're obligated to sleep with him at least once. And if you're not willing to sleep with the guy, let him go, but only if you can set him up with someone at least as attractive as you. Do not let the guy waste his life and delude himself. Just fuck him.