So, yeah...I did jinx myself (*hmmm...maybe not)

(The first of this post was written on 6/20 and I shelved it because I've been so busy.  Since last night, there have been some new developments, so I decided to pick up where I left off and make this some kind of running commentary, which I'm sure will end as all the others have - badly.)  

The guy who I thought was so great?  Kind of a douchebag.  Of course, not the initial impression he gave me or the last he tried to leave me with, but a complete self-centered douche just the same.

The message I received via text:  "I like certain things and I want to meet someone who shares the same so I don't have to ask or change anything they don't want to.  I'm just looking for my perfect match."

My GOODNESS Miz Adventures!  Did you punch a baby in his presence?  Kick a puppy?  What in the world is he talking about?

Pubes.

A red flag was raised after our initial meeting when the topic of public hair came up, which I noted on here.  Let's not discuss how slightly inappropriate such conversation is on the first date because I think I was the one who inquired about his body hair - though, in my defense it was centered around the chest and not the nether-regions.

It is true that I love guys to be natural.  Shaved balls aren't my thing.  In my humble opinion, the only place on a guy where there should be stubble, is on their face.  However, after saying that, I have never turned my nose up in the heat of the moment when seeing a completely bare-down-there guy.  I get that even if it's not my thing, it might be there's.  Some guys (falsely) believe that they look bigger if they're shaved.  I've heard others say that sex feels better and is more sanitary - but really, sex isn't supposed to be sanitary...it's supposed to be messy and uninhibited and fun.  I don't really need the excuses or justifications from the male species.  If you prefer it, you prefer it...case closed.  However, if you're going to use my own personal hair style as a way to end something, it's probably best that happen up front, because I don't want to waste my time on you...better yet, I'll make it easy for you.  You're a superficial douche. 


Disclaimer for my actual real-life friends...you may want to skip down a paragraph or you will read all about my private parts.  Starting NOW...I sport a small triangle on top, and no hair anywhere else.  My triangle is probably an inch wide and is trimmed pretty close so that it's actually just a shadow.  I've been bare before and for some reason each time I became so self conscience that I couldn't relax and enjoy myself.  My triangle makes me feel like a fucking sexy woman and for some reason gives me an extreme amount of confidence.

However, that being said - if I found the right guy, and he asked me to take it all off, I would.  It's not a fight worth fighting.  I'm a pleaser and I would do just about anything to make my man happy, as I'm sure he would do to return the favor to me.  But, I'm not going to jump the gun and change myself for someone who just wants a bare girl.

Just for shits and giggles, I emailed Claudy, a man who's dating blog I enjoy because I wanted a male perspective, other than the Pube-Nazi's.  His response?  "To me one of the key philosophies in life is the freedom of the individual and their right to self-government.  And I can't really think of anything more private and sacrosanct than your body, especially the private parts. That's why they're called PRIVATE PARTS! :D  Showing them and sharing them with someone should be seen as a huge privilege and honour by the other person. So you can probably guess how I see demands made by other people involving your private parts. I think if a person makes implicit demands about them, it just shows how shallow they are."

Well said, case closed in my book.  And, for the record - the Pube-Nazi never even saw my lower private parts, although I did see his.  *wink, wink* 

"I hope you find her."  My simple, slightly passive-aggressive response to which there was no reply back from him. 

I did say case closed, right?  Well, like about 95% of the men I have met on-line, he came back.  Men (and women - I'm guilty of this myself) are always looking for someone better, especially when there's such a large sea of people to fish for.  Don't get me wrong, it's quite an ego booster to know that yeah...you had me at hello for the most part, and fucked it up.  I'm a special kind of woman because I'm normal and not a psycho.  Sometimes, I ignore the little messages telling me how great, beautiful, normal, funny, etc. they think I am - because, let's face it, most don't even know me well enough to say anything deeper.  Sometimes, I play into it. Like last night, around midnight. 

Him: "Hey beautiful, I like the new picture.  You are so smart and pretty.  I'm sure you're doing quite OK in the men department.  I really wanted you that last night we were together."

Me: "Oh really?  Your last text message didn't indicate that."

Him: "Can we try again?"

I'm super physically attracted to this guy.  Like, thinking about him makes my heart beat faster and causes me to have to change my panties, even though I now know he's a total douchebag.  I want to sleep with him.  There, I said it.  And, the thing is...I kind of only want to sleep with him because I know I don't want any kind of relationship with him.  I just want to give him a great night of mind-blowing sex, then leave while he's sleeping and have that be his last memory of me.

Yes, I've gone all black widow.

Stay tuned.