Men getting ratty over women is at least as ancient as literature, isn’t it?
I find that I’m still ragingly angry about the India situation. Okay, she’s a free agent, she can do what she wants. B on the other hand has a history of just deciding friendship doesn’t really matter whenever his dick is twitching. The fact that he’s trying it on with Dakota annoys me. What kind of mentality is it where you can say “Yeah, you’re my bro, I love you like a brother, oh by the way I banged the girl you love, I hope we’re still cool”. It’s not just insensitive, it’s retarded. It’s weighing up a fuckig close friend, or a quick shag and deciding the quick shag is worth more.
Plato tried the same thing a couple of years back when he split with his gf. Dakota raises her eyebrow at me in the way that only she can and says “Has Plato just split with his gf” and I confirmed it and she says, “I thought so, he’s sent me like eight messages in the past two days, none of which I’ve replied to”.
So I’m like, what the fuck is this all about? I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t try anything on with a woman my mate had any interest in, I just wouldn’t. There are no circumstances where it would be worth it as I see it. There are no circumstances where this rationally makes any kind of sense. There are no circumstances where this ends well and also there’s that thing where you have to look in the mirror and know that you’re the kind of person that screws your mates over and, you know something? I like myself too much to do that. I like being the guy that has higher principles than getting my dick wet.
While I was contemplating this in the shower it suddenly dawned on me, running mentally through the women that I’ve slept with that I’ve actually chased remarkably few of them; they come to me, like India. Certainly I’m not like B who basically trawls bars looking for drunk women to take back to his place or pesters his mates for weeks……actually full story:
B one day, after years of the Tuesday drinking club, asks why he isn’t invited. I point out that it’s open to anyone really. My gut feeling tells me that this is all about India and sure enough one night I’m out with him and another mate and B brings up the fact that he hasn’t been invited again and says to our mate, “It’s because he’s afraid that I’m going to cock block him with India” and at the time I had a think about and concluded that was pretty much it. I knew full well that if he could get in a situation where he could buy India a load of booze and then bang her he would.
Higher me dismissed this all as paranoia, put trust in my “bro” and invited him and sure enough he’s buying round after round, shot after shot and I knew exactly what was happening.
Me though, I don’t have to get women drunk, just chatting to them for long enough works and there comes this point where they realise that sex is available, that they can trust me not to tell anyone so they feel safe and in control of the situation and I’m not exactly harsh on the eye, I’m intelligent, apparently interesting. I end up sleeping with women who actually like me.
Speaking of which I think I’ve got a hookup sorted…………toodles.