had another realization.
I came to a realization. My many ventures with male sex over the last 3 months have left me, lets just say, less than satisfied. Not unsatisfied in a physical way [physical gratification is not difficult to achieve, LOL] but unsatisfied with the gender as a whole. The inability to engage in activities with a decent guy has been taking its toll. They’re either too young, too old, immature, unmotivated, the list could continue. I’ll be the first to acknowledge that I have a bit of an allurement for dumb guys. Not on purpose; but through the course of day-to-day events, I attract idiots vs the smart ones. After escaping from this last relationship, I was left with a feeling of discouragement that I’ll ever find a man who’s really a man. Someone with goals, who’s driven, and really going somewhere in life. Someone with a fine reportiore of [academic and monetary] achievements under his belt; and with an equally impressive list of dreams and aspirations. This ideal man must possess both manifests. As I am well aware- I have a track record consisting of very good-looking men, but none holding IQ’s over 100. Hahaha. All hope had been lost.
Thankfully, I had the joy of engaging in some bedroom activities with a man blessed with all the qualities I had been needing a fix of. We had our fun for a bit and have now gone out separate ways. But through that experience I was granted with insight that the problem I was previously experiencing was not an issue with men as a gender. One cannot say with validity that all men are hopeless. The obstacle to be overcome lies within the quality of the men I choose to share my time with. (It’s what’s on the inside that counts, who knew?!?)
Any future interactions I have with the male sex [underlined with romantic intents] must be followed up with (or even studied prior to any rendezvous) proper assessment of that man himself. Whether our relationship be long-lasting, or just for a few nights, I need to hold each guy to these same new benchmarks.
I hold myself to very high personal standards, so why should I not do the same for every man I spend my time with??
Conclusion: NO MORE LOSERS.
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On A Side Note- I’m using the term ‘loser’ loosely, for lack of a better word. I don’t view my past men as ‘losers’. I do have some degree of respect and appreciation for every guy I’ve shared my body with.
