As Murphy’s Law dictates, as soon as I opt for Plan A, all the chickens remember my phone number. 
Fortunately, I’ve learned something from them. The easiest way to say no is to simply not answer the phone. The problem with that is that someone new got my phone number from Longstroke.
Though he’s my age (38) and highly recommended, he’s clearly one of those underachieving Alphas who women make a baby with to try to keep him. It’s bizarre…four kids by 3 different women, in Israel. As far as I gather, he only married one of them. Most guys here are lucky to get a desperate 27 year old dying to get married to make one baby with him. Actually most guys here are lucky to find a woman who will just have sex with him for free.
Needless to say, I’m handling this one with extreme care. I might actually have met my match in the mojo department. Since I’m sure he already has someone to have sex with, I don’t have to be in any kind of a hurry. He’s as clear headed as I am, if not more since, being female, I have to opt for abstinence rather than non commitment.
What puzzles me though, is why a man who could basically impregnate all the hot chicks in the country, is talking to me. Perhaps he’s not getting what he really wants from the frechot, or maybe he’s aging badly. I haven’t seen him in person, so I don’t know, but I’ve had enough pals like him to know the pattern.
One glaring clue is that he doesn’t drink, and doesn’t smoke grass either. That’s almost unheard of…for an Israeli guy to be that close to straight-edge. He might be recovering from a very wild lifestyle, and have started to creak in places that he shouldn’t for another 20 years. Facing one’s mortality often gets a guy thinking about what he really wants after years of being distracted by booty being thrown at him left and right.
…or maybe booty isn’t being thrown at him at the speed it used to, so he’s lowering his standards.
I don’t know, and really I can’t say that I care much. It’s nice to have a little male attention to tide me over, and if it’s from a wolf like me, even better. Like I said, even if he’s not on the schedule he used to be, I’m sure he can find who to score with. I’m happy to be the sentimental attachment.
At least this way I don’t have to worry about hearing that I’m a monkey from someone I actually slept with. It’s much better to get dumped by someone I didn’t risk my life or health for. Then it feels less like me being a complete fool, and more like dodging a bullet.
Recently:
- The Countdown Begins
- More Truth Roissy Can’t Handle
- No Going Back
- Do Cyborgs Dream of Electric Meat?
- The 80′s Return
- Reasons Not to Screw Up
- The Edge of the Cliff
- Former Fatty Syndrome
- Damaged Goods vs. Classic
- First Audience and Student
