James Brown - I Don’t Want Nobody To Give Me Nothing
Random thoughts that I must get out of my head:
You know the saying: The grass is always greener on the blah, blah, blah whatever.
That’s how I feel about things like infatuation and/or love.
I can be deeply infatuated with someone on Wednesday and then on Friday, decide that I never want to see or hear from them again. This stems from pretty specific experiences.
For instance, I dated a guy who I thought (at the time) had thee most amazing sex game evar! Man. I would’ve paid his bills if he needed me to. So, I loved sleeping with him, but I HATED sleeping next to him. Sex was cool, pillow talk was cool, but then I would pray that he would just get up and leave. He never did. He always stayed.
It was a combination of things. He sucked at cuddling, he hogged the bed, he would have semi-violent nightmares. I kinda even… feared him when he would sleep. I would even wait until he fell asleep, sneak to the couch, and return before he woke up in the morning. SMH @ myself.
Anywho, it eventually ran its course and I moved on.
A year later, I was dating another guy. His sex game? By far, the most amazing shit evar. AND I fuckin’ loved sleeping next to him! He would sacrifice his pillow, adjust the temperature if needed, and ensure I was comfortable. Even cuddling with him was just flawless. The first night I slept over, I noticed the difference between the two guys and it made me realize that I’d still be uncomfortable as fuck, sleeping next to dude #1, thinking that his sex game was the best I could do.
By moving on, I established a new standard. A better one at that!
Sometimes the grass is greener and you owe it to yourself to find out.
(now my definition of wackness might be different from another woman’s but uhhh whatever. That bed becomes a nightmare)
It pains me to admit that I have had my fair share of wackness. I actually wonder if most women go through this, but in the beginning, my sexual experiences were just awful. Full of wackness. Wackness by my definition: The state of being wack. Having bad or low quality sexual prowess.
Now I’m not promiscuous by any means, I’m actually very selective. I get bored easily so most of the time, when I’m dating someone, they rarely make it to a point where I feel comfortable enough to engage in anything beyond a quick kiss, if that.
Another reason I’m selective is because I have very good instincts when it comes to recognizing wackness. Call it… a life lesson. Here is my list that he might be wack.
