Thursday, September 13, 2007

A free coochie coupon?

For some reason since I have not and pretty much do not want to be in a relationship, for the past 23 months, I thought I had women all figured out.

From now on, I felt I'd experience a woman in the following way: Meet an attractive woman. Be charming. Treat her like a lady. Take her out. Show her a great time. Exchange pleasant and romantic conversation. Carefully listen to her when she spoke ... and every now and then, do something special for her like shower her with flowers, cards, poems, roses, perfume and, of course, pay a bill.

Yeah, I cannot lie, I have paid a bill here and there.

Now I'm hardly into tricking off but I have faithfully learned that, in order for a man to receive, he must display the willingness to give. Even if it's nothing much. I am sure every woman likes to feel as if she has someone who cares, and whose there for her. Am I wrong? So I figure I'd wine and dine then completely enjoy myself when the moment arrive in the form of Quality Time.

Soft music. Warm bath. Body massage. Scented candles. You know, extreme and erotic pleasure.

My having woefully lost the desire for commitment, due to past failure, I never fail to make it known that I do not seek a relationship. In fact, if and when she brings up the subject, I kindly express my unwillingness to even talk about it. That usually works. I have also come to realize that relationships aren't everything they're cracked up to be. Why? Cause They don't make women like they use to. Or maybe I haven't had anyone good. That could be it. But that's another story for another day.

So anyways, to make a long story short, I am truly enjoying this woman. And from what I see, she enjoys me. She once called us "f*ck friends." Okay, I'll be that. As empty as the definition sounds, it is what it is. And I say unto everyone who frowns up at the title, "Don't knock it til you try it."

Besides, the sex is absolutely incredible. Not the best that I've ever had, but sometimes it feels that way because I don't have to worry about the other ish which, in the past, always seemed to take away from the pleasure.

Here, I have my wanted and needed space. She enjoys hers. Our time apart creates a great hunger for one another. I find myself not being able to wait until I can be alone with her. I feel we are good friends, and I definitely have strong feelings for her. So when we get together and do our thang, at times, it has gotten to the point where we take our act into the wee hours of the morning.

As a man, I don't think I could ask for anything more. I am satisfied, content. So tell me why she texts me last night to "inform me that my free coochie coupon has expired."

Say what? Free coochie coupon?

Please answer this question: why do women have to make everything so difficult?