Because you won’t
It Is a fairly safe bet that there are a lot of people in the world who don’t exactly love me. If you bet the over on the vast majority of those being male you won that wager. Since i can remember as the saying goes i am the one your mother, best firend, and priest warned about. Speaking of someone who never exactly loved me…
So once upon a time there was Bobby and Kay. Bobby was the all American man. Handsome rugged type, and as seems to be the case was cut from a giant wussy tree.
Kay was like a line from a Mickey Avalon song “She had big eyes and a big ass to match. Jane (or in this case Kay) wasn’t fast she was easy to catch.
Well until she met Bobby. But before that i caught her… a lot. It was all good clean sexy and/or kinky fun. Nothing more. Neitjer of us ever pretended it was more than just sex, which made it a beautiful thing.
Then when Bobby came along she tried to forget all that and be what she thought he wanted; for about the amount of time it takes a 911 non turbo version to go from zero to 60. The truth is she probably thought he would enthusiasticly do the things with and too her that she liked after a little time.
A little while later we’d start playing again. Whether he was truly fully informed, just couldn’t connect the dots, or was playing dumb is not my place to say. But eventually the “hey you’re fucking, playing rough with, etc my girlfriend “ bulb did illuminate.
A while later because we (Kay and I) shared a series of friends I would get to know Bobby. Nice guy, and fucking hated me.
One night a few drinks into his night he decided to bring up the fact he didn’t like his girl seeing me. At all, ever, in fact he didn’t like her even breathing the same air in the same city as me. And it was a big city. So i listened, and when he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it and i was just short of punching him in his fuckong face finally interjected. “She only sees me because you won’t …(i paused) do what she’s into.”
Insert facial rage and the sound of a heart breaking in perfect syncopation. Kind of like the beat of the live version of NiN’s “Big Come Down” Over the course of the next hour we had a fairly good conversation.
Turns out i was wrong. Bobby eventually try to give her what she (said she) wanted, but she still would play with me and others. At one point the three of us would do one of the oddest two tops and a bottom scenes i’ve ever partaken in.
Maybe things started back up because he and her were on different wavelengths but in the end, well she was just not a one guy kind of girl
No judgement after all i’ve never been a one girl kind of guy either. In my case i have blue eyes, broad shoulders, and have become slightly harder to catch over the years. The same can’t be said for Kay, which is a beautiful thing.