Jan 122012
 

What is it about these words, “lover” and “play”?

For me, they’re (almost) always a turn-off.  Not just a turn-off.  A dispositive, not-gonna-go-there turn-off.

I have a bunch of associations with the words, none positive, and for better or for worse, I draw a certain set of conclusions about just about anyone who uses them.

There’s one exception that I can think of – the Historian.  But apart from her, whenever a woman uses these words, it makes me not want to fuck her.

To me, the words signal a seriousness – a SELF-seriousness – that is repulsive.  I don’t take myself at all seriously.  I think I’m smart, articulate, good-looking, fun in bed, creative, and FUNNY.  Especially in bed.

To me, “lovers” don’t laugh in bed, they don’t even smile.  When they’re “playing,” they’re deadly serious.

  One Response to “Be my “lover” and “play” with me”

  1. […] be approved.  (In what is perhaps a story for another time, another guy with whom we had “played” once actually managed to be rejected by Chemistry on the same evening on which we were […]

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