Younger men. I'm very popular with them, ya know. And while my search for a serious relationship has gone nowhere, I'd settle for a decent friends with benefits relationship. So, since 80% of the local guys who contact me are young and cute, why not take one adorable and energetic kid up on his offer? As long as he understands the concept of friends with benefits -- getting to know me, ensuring we have things in common, hanging out with me, being my friend outside of bed as well as in it -- it should work out just fine for both of us, right?
But egads, it's like pulling teeth! I mean, I'm cool, right? I'm fun. I own lots of movies. I like to play Nintendo. I have a great sense of humor. I'm young in spirit. I'm comfortable with myself and who I am. And I'm pretty good in bed, or so people tell me. You'd think it wouldn't be that much of a chore to hang out with me. But noooo.
They say they want a friend with benefits, but in the end, they're blowing off plans with me in order to hang out with their little age-appropriate friends. Is the concept of "making plans and keeping them" so very hard?
Damn. Too bad I can't bring myself to get down and dirty with one of those hot assholes who can't even be bothered to get to know me. Stupid @#$%@# standards.
