My 10 minute walk to work has officially became a 20
[…] My flaws are never more clear to a man than after the first time he has sex with me.
Men don’t want it to be this way. A guy doesn’t choose to be less attracted to a girl. That doesn’t matter.
See, before sex a man thinks with his dick.
He is thinking of all your positive qualities and why he wants to fuck you.
He is conquest driven.
He doesn’t consciously acknowledge or think of your flaws.
After that first sweet sexual release, a man is forced to use his brain to evaluate you for the first time. Without a hard dick in his way, a man can more easily see a girl’s flaws.
[…] You are always more beautiful and interesting BEFORE we have sex with you.
Girls, your silver lining? Well, the dick has a short attention span. The longer a guy has to wait to have sex with you, the more he is forced to evaluate you using his brain and not his dick.
Guys who would ditch you after that first sex will ditch you just the same if forced to wait long enough. […]
This is tough for women to truly grasp, since that first sex is likely to make them more attracted to the man…
Matisyahu - Sunshine
In my dream, I was staying over Lucy’s family’s home. Lucy’s mom went out of town leaving her and her brother behind. Because Lucy and her big brother did not have the best of relationships and because she felt it would be fun to have another female presence in the house during her mother’s absence, she invited me, her best friend, to stay over for a few days.
The sun was setting and I was on the computer doing research for school. Jason, Lucy’s big brother also a recent university graduate, thought it would be only fitting for him to show his ‘superiority’ over me by looking over my shoulder and criticizing every word I wrote. For reasons I didn’t really question at the time, he started getting closer. Eventually I felt the stubs of his beard caressing the side of my neck. Shocked I quickly turned around facing him, took a step back and slightly pushed him away. He came closer. Many thoughts were racing through my head, I kept thinking to myself “you can’t let this happen… you’ve known him forever… he’s practically your brother… stop this now“. But the more he kept pulling me towards him the more the voices faded away. Soon all they had left were my hands, still on his chest but no longer resisting; him, both his arms wrapped tightly around my tiny waist; and the quiet. The caresses on my neck began again… this time I welcomed it… his lips moved their way up to meet mines… I enjoyed every moment of it. My arms were now firmly around his neck embracing every kiss. Jason’s lips were a mouth full, and they were soft, and he was gentle. Suddenly he stopped, looked me straight in the eyes, smiled, and the dream ended…
I was awoken by my big sister asking if she could borrow a shirt she really liked. As I got up to give her my top, it occurred to me that nowhere during the dream did I stop to think of that one crucial factor. I handed her the shirt, she smiled showing gratitude, I smiled back thinking to myself maybe it would be best that I don’t tell her about the dream I had involving her beloved boyfriend.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye.