I was at the nail salon today
I love my visits there
The girls are all lovely and treat me so nice and welcoming
Today was no exception and they stayed almost two hours past closing mostly for me; because the cute seniors graduating tomorrow left about an hour before me. It had not been my intention but the massage and conversation just kept going. Lol. Next time I’ll have to get there much earlier. Poor things. As it is they don’t ever take a day off.
I felt horrible. I tried to get them to let me leave and they insisted I not go until my nails were completely dry. I could cry at how doting people are with me sometimes.
The owners of the salon are a cute Vietnamese lesbian couple. Young and so cute together; you’ll often find them giggling and being loving and gentle with each other. I got a bit of backstory today I was always curious about. It seems the “boy” met the girl in Vietnam and brought her here. Previous to this relationship she had never been with women. She assured me she was so happy; which she genuinely does seem and that “men are crazy”. Lol.
I laughed. I could sense she was trying to tell me something. They don’t know much about my life because I tend to zone out and just relax when I’m there but they know I’m single and date.
This is the 3rd time in two months I’ve been told expressly or indirectly to try women. There are a few issues with that.
While I think women are fabulous…. Goddesses and just badass. I also think they talk to much, are too into their own looks, while also being way too self deprecating, also enjoy shopping way too much, and are both over-emotional and at times completely illogical*.
Granted I’ve always also managed to attract very emotional men**…… so the idea that women could be even more of a handful emotionally is a bit much for me. It actually scares me, because quite frankly I’m not sure I could handle it.
Then add to that, that IRL I have been sexually attracted to maybe a handful of women and only one in the last two decades. And to top it off…. I’m so boy crazy I’m afraid that I won’t be completely satiated by a woman. Now….. if we go back to what I was told by someone I trust and knows a lot more than me (psychologically speaking); that when I am completely emotionally happy all else will not matter as much….. not even sex. Gasp gasp.
I know right!! Makes no sense to me, but probably because I have no experience with that either. No man has ever emotionally fulfilled me. Sexually. Sure. Economically. Yep. Stabilizing. Yuhu. Mentally. Absolutely. But……emotionally. Nope. Maybe just at the very beginning when they’re working their ass off to get into my goodies. But once established it always fades away. Like a dream that was a whisper of something that never really came.
Frankly though, I just don’t understand the lesbian dynamic. I suppose there is more equanimity there. Which is theoretically ok. But. Ugghhh. I don’t know.
I never say never and right now I’m letting life lead me…. I need a break from directing the show. I just need to rest and catch my breath a bit. I guess we’ll see what life brings.
Your call life. What’ya got for me? 😉
(I retain veto power though💋.)
*I realize I’m generalizing and that’s never a good thing…. I apologize. There are some really fucking awesome low-key women out there that I resonate with deeply. Truly. Then also….if men talked as much as women do they would probably sound fairly illogical too. I’m almost sure.
**I suppose it makes sense that I would attract emotional men as I’ve been told now by a few different people, including my own psychologist and mother, that I have male mentality…. especially when it comes to sex. Like they accidentally dropped a boy into a girl’s body. Lol. Except I like being a girl….
I came across a book today about living with a “Huge Dick”. I leafed through it and realized that it’s a real issue. I somehow thought my experience was unique.
Once in my 20’s I ended up in bed with this cutie. But the minute his pants came off I LITERALLY kicked him (accidentally) out of bed. My vagina propelled my legs to move that mass structure away. I had no control over it.
We ended up sleeping, not having sex that night in a bit of awkward silence with neither of us addressing the situation. I know I’ve learned better, hopefully he has too. To say he was big… well… let’s just say he would give porn stars a huge complex. Just wow. Or yikes is what came to my mind.
I always found it completely ludicrous how women put so much emphasis on penis size. I’m not even sure why. It’s not a pogo stick or lollipop. It’s a dick. If the man knows anything about sex he can get you off with or without it. Size never mattered. But then I’ve always happily been with average size or even smaller men.
The two times I found myself in the presence of what I would probably consider the “perfect size” they were both fairly selfish and lazy lovers. Add to that they were both male sluts. Completely used to getting what they wanted. I guess the fact that both these penises were attached to rather good looking and intelligent men didn’t hurt either.
(Now that right there is way too many lines.) God punished them with too many check marks and frankly they both were extremely miserable in their superficial sexual personas. So maybe they weren’t that smart after all. Lol