I'm 30 and I've never dated. I mean taking a girl to a sweetshop, buying her icecream, making small talk, cuddling and Co.
I've never taken a girl to the movies, walked hand in hand on the beach, watched a polluted sunset, driven her to the top of the hill and admired the city, the stars, the Universe and everything.
Never prior to sex that is.
No siree, not on my watch.
I'm old fashioned I suppose.
Caveman old fashioned. I most identify myself with the times when men would just club their women in the head, drag them to their respective caves and have sex like monkeys.
If they were really lucky they would discover fire and Barry White and the intercourse would be romantically improved, otherwise they'd just do it in the dark.
That's Darwinism.
Yippie Kai Yay Motherfucker.
What am I missing here?
All the steps that lead to a legitimate intercourse? All the boxes that must be ticked, all the reasons to be validated, all the insecurities that must be erased??
Why would I think my sex over? How can one rationalize what should never be rationalized? Attraction? Lust? Craving? I'd rather let my skin cells and my nostrils do the thinking.
Sure, sure... humans are social animals, which means that they must play by the rules. The social rules that is. So, I guess you come with your rules I come with mine. You wanna play by my rules, I win. You don't, I lose.
If I were to be a drama queen and beg for sympathy I'd say I lost most of the times. But that's not true.
Besides, it's not about winning or losing. It's about wasting time and life. Cuz the best part comes after sex.
At least, that's what I've been told.
