Stupid Romantic Tropes

It isn’t just women who fall for romantic tropes. What poor girl doesn’t want Richard Gere and his credit cards from Pretty Woman or Ryan Gosling to romance the heck out of her. Yea. All women want that. One or the other or in my case both. 🀀😝😈

Men also fall prey to this. Except they want Martha Stewart cooking and raising their kids and a little sex kitten in the bedroom. They want a women who will stroke their ego but also be the emotional crutch they need to grow out of their man baby habits. A woman that will nurture them and make them a better man.

But there is no perfect man. Much like there is no perfect woman. And I’ve given up the illusion of having it all a long time ago: looks, wit, compassion, financial success, emotional intelligence, spirituality, generosity, humor, well rounded social life, and time, energy and devotion for me and my needs.

That’s way too lofty. I’ve boiled it down to a few majorly important things to me.

A man of substance, who is comfortable in his own skin. A man who makes me feel all kinds of feels for him and from him. A man who values me above all else and is my ride or die partner.

Still a lot to ask. But here I am not willing to settle. I’d rather go without a long term partner than settle. After all, lovers are a thing. A great thing. And the standards aren’t nearly as high. Nice, hard, well sized penis that’s attached to a man that knows how to use it and does all else pretty well sexually.

Someone who is likable enough to enjoy talking to. Someone who doesn’t make me want to put a gag in his mouth, fuck him and leave. Which truth be told I’m actually not completely opposed to though either, just not casually. Lol

I was talking to my psychologist yesterday, which honestly at this point is more of a friend. To the point where she is getting in the habit of not charging me. Which I really wish she wouldn’t do. I’ve tried to insist but I’m going to buy her a nice big gift basket and there is nothing she can do to stop me. Lol. I adore her.

Anyway. We were talking about how horny I am and she says “it’s a nuisance, isn’t it?” And OMG. I felt so heard and seen. Like YES, Queen, exactly!!! ( At least it is when you have no one to indulge it.)

I was telling her how sad I was the local hot yoga studio closed. It’s the only exercise I’ve found, short of running that takes the edge off. And I can’t run yet. I’ve got 20 pounds to shed and about 4 months of consistent cardio training to get there. I’d love to be able to run a few miles a few days a week again. The natural high of running is just so awesome. I miss it gravely.

Later today Jan and I will be exploring one of our cities most beautiful parks. She’s never been and I absolutely treasure it. Of all things in Portland I love this park and the sex clubs. Granted there are so many more things to love about this city, but those two are my favorite.

I may indulge in the sex club this weekend. Maybe. Gotta see how flirtatious I feel and if I can figure out a sexy outfit. Since I’m still not fitting back into all my sexpot clothes. The deciding factor will actually be my shoes. If I can’t find comfortable and sexy shoes without driving to my storage unit then it’s a no go.

I love sexy shoes but they have to be if not comfortable at least tolerable. And a lot of those ultra sexy shoes for women feel like Chinese foot bindings. Or like your teeter tottering on your toes and prone to fall with a small gust of wind. And I like to stand and walk around the club too much to have to sit because my feet hurt. Makes no sense to me.

Well breakfast calls. Work to do. Enjoy your day❣️


Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

6 thoughts on “Stupid Romantic Tropes”

          1. No real sindee time. I understand. I’m sorry. That photo shoot was the first time I was in my Domme attire in over a year. I felt so out of touch. None of those photographs came out well because I haven’t been in touch with her in so long.

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