My shrink tells me that I am excluding an entire dating pool — and one that will probably give me the sex I seek — but I can’t shake off some of my residual high-school/college issues. p.m.: Hitting my favorite bar in the East Village. I have told my shrink that I think I am a misogynist. She is likely the wielder of the strap-on in her same-sex relationship, but she is empathetic and straight to the point. But I might be confusing causation with couple from New Jersey winked at me again. Now, I have done some stupid things in my sexual odyssey, but I am very careful about bareback sex.
I know that as a former black nerd who likes middle-class white girls, I am at a bit of a competitive disadvantage, but with that said — and I am being honest here — I have significant relational issues with African-American women. No eye candy, but people aren’t hogging machines either. When I get a chick one-on-one — either on a date or Internet encounter — my hit rate gets a lot higher because I can control the environment and the “message,” so to speak.
That is a big swinging no-no, unless the couple wants that. 11 p.m.: Falf-hearted sex for the second round, but I am tired. I tell them to keep in touch and send me the pics so I can store/post them on my allows me to relax and reflect. I have had sex with women off of Craigslist, Match.com, into interracial sex — mainly black guy on white girl. My thesis is that I am unable to control the environment in a bar, and that results in my low hit rate.
Hubby alternates between taking pics and encouraging her. While it feels good, there is no way I am losing control. I tell them I enjoyed it, which I did, but I like playing with my regular couples better. I jack off at home, watch some college football, and exchange e-mails with a few prospects.
She just seems to have had bad luck with the guys she has dated.
I act like I’ve known them forever — him a hearty hand shake, kiss her on the cheeks. It is all about making sure that all parties are comfortable and relaxed. She was hot, smart, and the only woman who has ever made me want to be a better man or been considered as the future mother of my kids. a.m.: Goddammit, I love and hate New York all at the same time. I remind myself that I need to date a stripper before I die, much like my other goals of visiting Brazil and starting my own investment firm in five years. a.m.: Think about the fact that if Obama were attached to a white woman, he would never have made it this far. Younger girls use “dick.” Brothers generally use “dick” except when doing the whole “bbc” thing. Grade: 8 a.m.: Putting my time in at work and thinking about last night. p.m.: Hitting the gym tonight and prepping for a big swinging party tomorrow night.
We are getting verbal (this is part of the fantasy/roleplay) — I am asking her if this was what she wanted — big black cock.
She also isn’t getting any younger and that’s a harsh reality.
I watch them like a hawk both for my personal account, which has taken a sizable hit, and the firm. I am annoyed; there is no room service, and I’m in the middle of effing suburbia. A young black man meeting with a white couple raises eyebrows in certain places. We generally hang out every few months, catch up over drinks and shoot the breeze. I was well trained in the art by my ex-girlfriend and I am great at it.
11 a.m.: Working from home and in constant communication with my team. She is one of the rare women I hang out with if I am not sleeping with them — she wants a serious relationship and knows I am not that man.
She is petite — five foot two at the most and around 125 pounds that she wears well, with massive D cups. They hit the gym like clockwork and really work hard at taking care of themselves. I am backing up a colleague, so I get to work a little earlier than usual.
I am not very good at the asinine bullshit/social Kabuki required to convince some girl to come back to my apartment. Plus, they did not answer my question about 8 a.m.: At work. While I do not shit where I eat, I do enjoy the dirty thoughts that come to mind. I love admiring the bodies of these “effortless perfection” style/ex-sorostitute chicks that live in my neighborhood.