Sunday, March 14, 2010

He who hesitates, masturbates.

Those who know me at this point are going, oh God!!

But I say, lets be honest. This statement is a very valid statement. I remember sitting in Monty’s, as a younger man, on a Saturday afternoon watching exotic dancers when this older gentleman asked to sit at my table. And so he did. We watched and as she walked off he commented on her looks and suggested I should go say hello and start something. That is the opposite of me. At least back then. He then continued telling me about his youth in Ireland going to dances with his brother. His brother was a bit of a player (my words) while he was the shy one. And on he went giving me a lesson in life. His brother would go over to the girls and ask them to dance. Once they were dancing, he would ask them if they wanted to fuck. Yes his words. Enter the lesson.

I cannot remember his exact statement, but here is a good recollection of his wisdom.

“My brother may have gotten slapped a lot with that business, but he also went home every dance with a girl on his arm.”

Lesson received.

In my early years, I was more like him. The kid who sits on the sidelines thinking about asking a gal to dance, and wishing he was more like his brother. I never thought about asking for more than that. Hell it wasn’t until 22 that I lost my virginity. That is another story and another bottle of wine.

Actually it wasn’t until I was 22 that I became the aggressor in some form. Until then I was like the Hip song, ’38 years old and never kissed a girl’. Yes that was going to be my destiny. In high school I did the school musical just to be around a girl I liked and never told, never  to action. I was too shy and too worried about rejection. Raise your hand if that was you in your high school years.

Years later, I am 22 and I lost my moral compass. I lose my virginity and started this life as a MAN. Summer hits and I have a one night stand with a married woman and have a mini-crisis for a week regarding it. Point being that something changed between being the sweet sideliner to being the guy who would get involved with a woman who was married. I didn’t hesitate. I acted or reacted. Funny what a sex life does to a person. Its not a matter of rejection anymore. Its more about when is going to be the next time. Terms like dry spells, libido and cunnilingus enter your vocabulary.

And here I stand at 35. Compass found. I tend to not act without thought. I however do not over think about it, because I would talk myself out of acting if that were the case. So some nights I hesitate. And sometimes I wake up the next morning feeling a little lighter on my feet.

Shit or get off the pot. I choose to sit and wait for it.

-R

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