OK...
...you guys have me so confused about the titty bars. I thought that all men liked them but here’s a thought:
I have never been to a titty bar either, never could understand the concept. Why would I want to look at something I can’t touch?
I don’t know...why would any man? I guess it’s the fantasy thing, like Todd said. I really wouldn’t mind going with him...I’m almost looking forward to it now. Especially when so many of my blog buddies are encouraging me:
Have Todd take you to one of those clubs!
I like these guys and they wouldn’t steer me wrong so what the hell. If they thought it was perverted, they’d tell me, so I’m gonna trust them and go. I’m so turned on by this honest and open relationship crap that I can barely contain myself. It’s so cool to believe a guy when he talks. I love it. Hell, if a guy bought me some work out equipment and waited a while...I’d buy a pole and ride that fucker myself.
Of course, there were some men who said things like this:
...I wish that my own wife would have been that open minded. She never had an interest in looking at any sexually oriented stuff, she would even bitch if I had a copy of "Easy Riders Magazine" around because of the centerfolds...
I do understand why there are some women who think like that. They feel as though they should be enough for their man...he’s usually enough for them. I guess it’s all in the way the guy goes about it. If he invites you to go with, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t...like I said, if he wants you to be a part of it, that’s pretty cool. It’s not as though men don’t know women like this exist, you’re just being silly not to go along. If you really don’t want to go...stay home or go out yourself while he does it. If it’s a rare thing, it doesn’t really do any damage. It’s just healthy man stuff. Of course...when a man starts using the rent money, there’s a HUGE problem there. But, as an occasional night out, what’s the harm? I think that an honest man should be given some slack...after all, if you can trust him to tell you the truth, you can just relax and enjoy the relationship. Actually, an honest man is a smart man. He’ll end up with a wife who is much more secure and likely to do that kind of stuff with him.
If the honesty tone is set early in a relationship and nothing happens to ruin it, then I think that everyone is more giving and forgiving of such things. But when you can’t trust a guy any further than you can throw him, you’re pretty much screwed anyway. I couldn’t get into my car without looking for signs of Rick’s little tramps. I was consumed with trying to figure out what was going on and he was not even really good at lying, but he was so into what Todd calls “The Deny All Theory” that he couldn’t even consider honesty. You know that, “Who are you gonna believe, me or your lying eyes?” BS. Rick was great at that. He held so steadfastly to his lies that after a while...I started to believe what he was saying. Todd said that as a teenager, he used that tact and knew that we (women in general) would fall for it. Shame on Rick for using it and shame on me for falling for it.
I know so many happily married men who read girlie magazines that I can’t count them. So...I know that there isn’t necessarily a correlation between smut and cheating. And...I never caught Rick with one (although there was that time that I walked in on him whacking off to the slanted reception of some porno channel that we didn't receive) and he cheated every time a slut offered him the opportunity. “No” was not in his vocabulary. He's stuck at that adolescent phase where all it takes for him to like a girl is for her to like him first. I feel sorry for his next “woman”. Not the one he left me for, but the next nice girl that he finds. He will screw her life up sure as shootin’. Oh well, I’ve got my own problems.
Knowing that Rick will be a miserable bastard for quite some time gives me quite a bit of satisfaction. Sorry if that makes me a bitch, but it’s the truth. And if Donald Trump himself wanted to marry me...I’d turn his ass down for Rick’s 800 bucks a month.
Yep. That 800 bucks is a fun 800 bucks to receive...I must admit. So...I’ll pay the bills with that and let Todd take me to a titty bar. Hell, maybe he’ll even get me that exercise equipment...and I’ll spend the last 800 I get from Rick on that pole.
See ya later,
Meg
...you guys have me so confused about the titty bars. I thought that all men liked them but here’s a thought:
I have never been to a titty bar either, never could understand the concept. Why would I want to look at something I can’t touch?
I don’t know...why would any man? I guess it’s the fantasy thing, like Todd said. I really wouldn’t mind going with him...I’m almost looking forward to it now. Especially when so many of my blog buddies are encouraging me:
Have Todd take you to one of those clubs!
I like these guys and they wouldn’t steer me wrong so what the hell. If they thought it was perverted, they’d tell me, so I’m gonna trust them and go. I’m so turned on by this honest and open relationship crap that I can barely contain myself. It’s so cool to believe a guy when he talks. I love it. Hell, if a guy bought me some work out equipment and waited a while...I’d buy a pole and ride that fucker myself.
Of course, there were some men who said things like this:
...I wish that my own wife would have been that open minded. She never had an interest in looking at any sexually oriented stuff, she would even bitch if I had a copy of "Easy Riders Magazine" around because of the centerfolds...
I do understand why there are some women who think like that. They feel as though they should be enough for their man...he’s usually enough for them. I guess it’s all in the way the guy goes about it. If he invites you to go with, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t...like I said, if he wants you to be a part of it, that’s pretty cool. It’s not as though men don’t know women like this exist, you’re just being silly not to go along. If you really don’t want to go...stay home or go out yourself while he does it. If it’s a rare thing, it doesn’t really do any damage. It’s just healthy man stuff. Of course...when a man starts using the rent money, there’s a HUGE problem there. But, as an occasional night out, what’s the harm? I think that an honest man should be given some slack...after all, if you can trust him to tell you the truth, you can just relax and enjoy the relationship. Actually, an honest man is a smart man. He’ll end up with a wife who is much more secure and likely to do that kind of stuff with him.
If the honesty tone is set early in a relationship and nothing happens to ruin it, then I think that everyone is more giving and forgiving of such things. But when you can’t trust a guy any further than you can throw him, you’re pretty much screwed anyway. I couldn’t get into my car without looking for signs of Rick’s little tramps. I was consumed with trying to figure out what was going on and he was not even really good at lying, but he was so into what Todd calls “The Deny All Theory” that he couldn’t even consider honesty. You know that, “Who are you gonna believe, me or your lying eyes?” BS. Rick was great at that. He held so steadfastly to his lies that after a while...I started to believe what he was saying. Todd said that as a teenager, he used that tact and knew that we (women in general) would fall for it. Shame on Rick for using it and shame on me for falling for it.
I know so many happily married men who read girlie magazines that I can’t count them. So...I know that there isn’t necessarily a correlation between smut and cheating. And...I never caught Rick with one (although there was that time that I walked in on him whacking off to the slanted reception of some porno channel that we didn't receive) and he cheated every time a slut offered him the opportunity. “No” was not in his vocabulary. He's stuck at that adolescent phase where all it takes for him to like a girl is for her to like him first. I feel sorry for his next “woman”. Not the one he left me for, but the next nice girl that he finds. He will screw her life up sure as shootin’. Oh well, I’ve got my own problems.
Knowing that Rick will be a miserable bastard for quite some time gives me quite a bit of satisfaction. Sorry if that makes me a bitch, but it’s the truth. And if Donald Trump himself wanted to marry me...I’d turn his ass down for Rick’s 800 bucks a month.
Yep. That 800 bucks is a fun 800 bucks to receive...I must admit. So...I’ll pay the bills with that and let Todd take me to a titty bar. Hell, maybe he’ll even get me that exercise equipment...and I’ll spend the last 800 I get from Rick on that pole.
See ya later,
Meg
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