Some guys are just naturally smooth and charming. They understand how to talk to women and to get exactly what they want. It’s like second nature to them; they don’t have to think about their next line in the conversation. It comes just oh so natural to them. On my good nights I can come close to these guys but then there’s my bad nights, when, well when something like this happens.
It was a few years back and after meeting the love of my life for that night we ended up back at my place. Things were getting pretty hot and heavy as we made our way into the bedroom when the talking started. I must admit I was a little caught off guard but that’s really not an excuse for my behavior.
As she is lying on the bed she looks up to me and says:
“Give it to me Derek!”
I said, “I’m about to.”
She repeats herself, “Give it to me Derek!”
I sing this time, “Cuz that’s what I was born to do!” then instantly start laughing.
She wasn’t entertained and that’s where the night and that story ends. I’ve always had this trouble of kind of drifting away when I really should be paying attention. For instance when I was in Little League while playing second base I would always get in trouble for drawing in the dirt between pitches (better than getting made fun of for standing like a woman at midfield during soccer games; it’s just more comfortable dammit).
I know that’s weird and so is losing your own imaginary games as a kid. The whole point of playing imaginary games as a kid with yourself is to win the game, to have fun. But no, even in my imagination I would get distracted somehow and end up losing the game I was making up. I don’t know how many times I’d lose my imaginary game by like a point, that shit is irritating and usually would lead to me quitting the game.
I never really thought about those small things in my past (insert penis joke here) other than it was just me. I mean I definitely know I was the only one drawing G.I. Joe stick figures instead of shading towards the middle but you’ll have that. The whole losing your own games as a kid still baffles me because I could have simply changed the damn rules but this BMD can be crazy at times. Even so it can be a little comforting knowing that there’s a reason for the way I do or did some things.
For instance why did I have to make up that entire story about the one night stand from earlier in this post? Oh I know why, because it makes me laugh. I will say though it that does sound like something I’d do.
Since many of my manic experiences involve music I’ve decided to add random music videos to the blog for my enjoyment and your inconvenience. Enjoy!