Good on paper but…

I was talking to my European male buddy via IM, and up pops in a local guy that I had briefly fooled around with once.

He is under the delusion that if we are “in love and married” that somehow it is better than anything else. No matter that he has a wife (the 2nd) and that he is partially impotent.

Not that I am averse to Viagra and vibrators. I am just averse to a man who will not come out of his wallet for something that has a price. I do not haggle and bargain over my time or my body. As a married man, there is no illusion of love.

I closed the convo after a few lines of chat, as I did not have the ability to be kind. It was 5a.m. my time and I was yawning.

Around 5 or so days later, he sends an email asking to chat with me before he went to work.
I relented. I do like to wrap up lose ends before I dismantle a former relationship. He may not do it but he could drive over and knock on the door.

As one may expect, he was full of sorrow, apology and fervent promises. But then he decides it is a good idea to tell me that he will get a divorce and give me everything he owns, if I only agree to marry him, not just cheat with him.
I was always firmly on the side of cheating. I do not want a man to leave his wife for me, because that will be my fate as well, one day when he needs a new ego boost.

It became more and more frantic, as I repeated that I could not give him what he wants. No one woman really can.
He even started talking $$$, the subject near and dear to my heart. But I wouldn’t back down.

Luckily, we have the ‘block’ feature in email and IM.

A man I was seeing had been emailing me, but I had not paid him any attention, for he was hinting that he should have more of my time for less of his money. That caused a few words between us. (Let’s call him J, which stands for jackass),

(See, I am a nice girl, not a nasty girl like the others, so he can expect me to be a sucker.)

He is married, so I care not one whit about his feelings. He pays his wife to be his cook, nanny, and housekeeper, along with his sex buddy. He has to compensate me for the time I take away from other things I need to do.

I finally returned his email, and it turns out that this fool, found a woman to screw with and he had the nerve to tell his wife of 23 years that he was in love.
I can’t tell you just has pissed I was. J is not in love-he just found a nice looking girl to fuck him for free and he is feeling validated.

I let him talk for about 5 minutes than I cursed him totally out and asked him why he was trying to make his wife feel like she has to compete to be with him. Give me a break! This was one time that a well-lubricated lie was sorely needed.
His wife knows he is a cheater, but gee, she should not have to bear the brunt of his guilt.

I am sure that he thought I would be pleased at his blatant disrespect. He has known some chick for all of 2 months, and he is ready to run off and be in love? Right.
I asked him if the women had told her husband about the torrid love burning in her chest.

Of course not. You knew that.

Since I was mad, I went on to ask him why he needed to tell me about his colossal fuck up. He stammered out some bitchy excuse about he thinks we are friends and he values my opinion.
I told him that was total and utter bullshit, as what he wanted me to know is that some women screwed him, he did not have to pay, and that means he is desirable.

The woman who thinks he is wonderful is the one he married. Anyone else can’t possibly take him seriously. We live in a world where being married does matter.

I ended the call with the strongest warning I could that he had truly fucked up and that he should prepare to be tortured for the rest of his natural life. I do not take pride in hearing how he hurt the wife’s feelings out of spite and self-loathing.

He is short and older, balding but sweet. Let’s call him Plum. Yet he seems to bristle when I make a request that doesn’t fit into his agenda.
I like money best, always have. Gifts are great but not unless it is really quirky or great, it is best not to bother.

He likes to buy me things. I only need so many things. There is the problem.

I have tried to compromise but I can only back away so much. I am not a kid; I don’t need to be supervised. He thinks it is romantic to follow me around a store.
But I like to pay bills and do what I wish with my so-called gift. After all, the sweat has dried and he has unleashed his tension.

He approached me with the promise that he wants to take care of me. But he really wants to make sure that I do what he wants with my money.

We just had a falling out, as I asked for more money for the holiday and he dragged his feet. Then he wanted to complain and say that he needed a spot of down time. I told him to go off wherever but leave the cash on his way, as I do not have time for the useless emotional stuff.

He was taken aback and I reminded him that I was only following the script. He was the one who wrote it.

I estimate we only have a few more months left. He can (as he does) talk to a woman on the Net, she will tell him what he wants to hear and then once she too wants his money, he will come back to me. This is an old game.

I knew him when he was just a regular working guy. Now he has some inherited wealth. Great. But my needs have not changed, nor should he deviate from the program

Many of us have dreams, things that cause our hearts to stir and our souls to soar. If only…
In my case, when it comes to men, I dream of the one who will not give me a damn headache over being a man.

Being that I am a daddy’s girl, I expect men to be manly, strong and decisive. Not bitchy and vacillating. I like a man who is clear in his intent.

I have not been writing much, as I have been busy with other things. I have seen a man or two, but as usual, things start out well and then they disintegrate.
In my case, the so-called “sub” man is always biting at my heels, yet he really is not submissive. He talks too much and tries to be the boss.

I can’t obey a man that just licked my ass and drank my piss. Once a man degrades himself to that point, he needs to be sweet and docile. I do not chide him for being a freaky slut but there is not need to try and be a macho macho man with piss droplets still drying in his hair.

But that is just my take; so don’t get offended if you are that type.

What else is interesting that these guys want this fantasy to come to life, but then they get upset when the bill is due? I know there are women who enjoy this thing but I need to be compensated for the ick factor. It comes at a point past the sighing but before the orgasm.

I know men who will spend 300 for 45 minutes with a pro but expect that same treatment from a regular lady. For free. No. Not me.

If you think I am just being comical, keep reading.