Wicked Girls Think It, Do You?

Why is it we can never find that one perfect man? Oh wait? I should probably point out I am not looking for him. That little detail is hindering the search, without doubt. I do run across various men on a daily basis. I test drive some of them. It’s fun. Some are more fun than others.

Men are not like cars, though. I would never be so crass as to compare you darling men to cars. Or to shoes. I would never say a smart, yet slightly boring man is similar to a pair of Clarks, which are comfortable and reasonable, but not flattering or exciting. Nor would I suggest an extremely hot, but not very bright man is like a pair of Jimmy Choo strappy stilettos, glamorous and sexy, but totally unsuited for the long haul. Nope, simply wouldn’t do a thing like that.

What I would do is break down three of my recent adventures into what would make the P.E.R.F.C.T. man, were we able to combine them all to create one guy. Let’s call them Tony, Daryl and J.R., since those are their names and I don’t feel like fucking around with making up fake ones.

Tony has an incredible body. If he would never open his mouth, he would be great. Yep, enough said.

Daryl…….mmmmmmmm, Daryl…..he also has a beautiful body, what I saw of it anyway, but more importantly, he has the most impressive spirit. Always positive, supportive, sweet, a bit romantic. He was Mr. Slow Moving, Get-To-Know-You-Better, soft kisses……….then he moved to Georgia……ughhhh

J.R. has a brilliant mind. He is smart, funny, a bit of a smartass. I like a man who can keep up with me conversationally. Unfortunately, the body is not as impressive as The Body. “le’sigh” On a much more fortunate note, he knows exactly what to do with EVERY part of that body. *wink wink* Oh how I love some hot chocolate on a rainy Saturday morning. Cupcakes, anyone?

Naturally, I am not saying any one of these men is not good enough for me……well, yes I am, The Body is not good enough for me. Plain and simple. However, this brings us to today’s Wicked Dilemma. I have dated other guys, as well, but these three stand out for various, very different, reasons.

Sex with The Body is amazing. Daryl was just amazing. J.R. is amazing, sexually and to be around. Interestingly, all three of them tend to do this odd hot and cold game with me, partially because I don’t chase men. Ever. I simply don’t. If you were the hottest man on the planet and my panties melted from my loins every time you passed by me, I might send you one text message every 2 days. Best you’re going to get. The guys I am friends with are going nuts. They are literally having fits telling me no way will any of these guys know I am really interested in them if I don’t text them at least 4 or 5 times a day and call them a minimum of once a day, blah, blah, blah….

I have a problem with this, mainly because that isn’t me. Why would I not be me, just to pursue a man? My thought is, if he wants me badly enough, shouldn’t the pursuit be mutual? Am I really expected to chase after a man? I don’t NEED a man, I merely like having one around sometimes. I would prefer a monogamous relationship, simply because it suits my personality, but I am not going to chase down some guy and tie him to my bed……well, I will gladly tie him to my bed, but no chasing will take place pre-tying.

Words of wisdom shall now commence………..