I'm not jealous. Really. I'm not.
An interesting Saturday it has been, that's for sure. I think I am liking my new curtains I have since put up some days ago. Because since then, it appears that my insomnia has been somewhat cured as I have been waking up past noon lately. And today? I woke up at 13:30.
Yeah, holy shit was my thought too!
I put on some Def Leppard tunes pumping through my entertainment system, jumped in the shower, got cleaned and dressed up. The plan was to break out my ice skates for the first time this season. For I was going ice skating at the Millennium Park! You can only imagine how hard it was to contain the excitement in me, much like a kid being brought to Toys R Us for that one toy a year ritual.
I met up with a couple friends, and had a blast in the rink. Instead of a short engagement, the afternoon turned into a long, fun-filled evening. We went to have pizza and beer in the Loop. I think we may have had one or two drinks too much, because in the midst of a crowded restaurant filled with families and kids, our convos turned south rather quickly. The debates? Why is it that women are expected to shave down there, but damn near impossible to have the guy keep it trimmed. Or that men can be superficial because before the commitment, they can judge a woman by the size of their boobs and things, while women are stuck because they can't really know the size of the package down there till too late.
Let me assure you this. As a man, I lost the debates easily to the overpowering female friends at the table. Much to the multiple stares from parents in different nearby tables. And for the record, I'm one of the few men out there who voluntarily keep in trimmed, albeit the lack of any kind of audience of late.
Next, an impromptu trip to the movie theatre ensued. The Prestige was one strange movie. I was confused as all hell, and had to have the girls explain things to me. Oh. Okay... Still a weird movie after understanding the whole cloning bit. Afterwards, while walking away from the theatre, one of us broke off and said, "I'll see you guys later! A friend is giving me a ride home."
Huh? It was past midnight, and she lived near me. And she didn't offer a ride to me. The whole evening she kept on getting calls from this mysterious person, who kept on asking where she was. The dinner was unplanned. The movie was unplanned. She had to keep on explaining where she was each time.
Our conclusion? She was getting a little somethin' somethin'. A booty call. Good for her! And it got me thinking. Why do I almost always turn down such arrangements when offered in the past? I haven't dated a girl in a while. And I sure had been tempted many times to call a friend who I knew would be more than happy to oblige, but I always chickened out. Why is that? Has all that Puritanical upbringing and attempted brainwashing made a difference in my judgment?
I was a little bit jealous. But while riding on the subway home, I kept on thinking about it. The ethics, social dynamics, et cetera behind such things. Friends with benefits. I have gone down that path once before, and nothing good came of it (for me at least). Then I decided, I'm not really jealous of her. Really.
Yeah, holy shit was my thought too!
I put on some Def Leppard tunes pumping through my entertainment system, jumped in the shower, got cleaned and dressed up. The plan was to break out my ice skates for the first time this season. For I was going ice skating at the Millennium Park! You can only imagine how hard it was to contain the excitement in me, much like a kid being brought to Toys R Us for that one toy a year ritual.
I met up with a couple friends, and had a blast in the rink. Instead of a short engagement, the afternoon turned into a long, fun-filled evening. We went to have pizza and beer in the Loop. I think we may have had one or two drinks too much, because in the midst of a crowded restaurant filled with families and kids, our convos turned south rather quickly. The debates? Why is it that women are expected to shave down there, but damn near impossible to have the guy keep it trimmed. Or that men can be superficial because before the commitment, they can judge a woman by the size of their boobs and things, while women are stuck because they can't really know the size of the package down there till too late.
Let me assure you this. As a man, I lost the debates easily to the overpowering female friends at the table. Much to the multiple stares from parents in different nearby tables. And for the record, I'm one of the few men out there who voluntarily keep in trimmed, albeit the lack of any kind of audience of late.
Next, an impromptu trip to the movie theatre ensued. The Prestige was one strange movie. I was confused as all hell, and had to have the girls explain things to me. Oh. Okay... Still a weird movie after understanding the whole cloning bit. Afterwards, while walking away from the theatre, one of us broke off and said, "I'll see you guys later! A friend is giving me a ride home."
Huh? It was past midnight, and she lived near me. And she didn't offer a ride to me. The whole evening she kept on getting calls from this mysterious person, who kept on asking where she was. The dinner was unplanned. The movie was unplanned. She had to keep on explaining where she was each time.
Our conclusion? She was getting a little somethin' somethin'. A booty call. Good for her! And it got me thinking. Why do I almost always turn down such arrangements when offered in the past? I haven't dated a girl in a while. And I sure had been tempted many times to call a friend who I knew would be more than happy to oblige, but I always chickened out. Why is that? Has all that Puritanical upbringing and attempted brainwashing made a difference in my judgment?
I was a little bit jealous. But while riding on the subway home, I kept on thinking about it. The ethics, social dynamics, et cetera behind such things. Friends with benefits. I have gone down that path once before, and nothing good came of it (for me at least). Then I decided, I'm not really jealous of her. Really.
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