There’s always people out there playing the field, the “market”. Don Juans and player lovers. It’s so important for them to play the field, to make the play, to bed the lover. How good are they? What do they do behind those closed doors? Are they as good as they say or think they are? Do the chicks they bed think as they do? Do they feel it was a conquest, a worthy hunt & kill? Are they satisfied?
They are always out there, gunning for the next victim or play. It seems it takes a lot of work for them, to always be playing their game. Putting on that chain. Or tight pants. Always talking their shit. Always working an angle, keeping it all in check, always “on”.
With all that they project, with all the interest and knowledge they want us to believe they have in females, in their abilities –are they having better sex than the rest of us?
Frankly, I just have a hard time believing that what they are up to even comes close to what a chick would really find intense. Would really find memorable or something that took her into another head space. Brought her into a realm she’d never experienced before. Gave her an intensity of feeling she’d ever encountered. Gave her something that she’d go back to tell her girlfriend about. Something that literally blew her fucking socks off.
Hmm, I don’t know about their game so much. But I do know that I also like to have intense, impactful and memorable sex. The kind of sex that makes me feel like I’m riding a scud missile from Iran into Jerusalem.
…but don’t we all…