Could do pantyhose commercials!
You know, this is not just a phenomenon that is relegated to men coming on to their lady friends.
I've experienced a small handful of women over the last 30 years who wanted more than friendship. And that moment is quite awkward. Even more complicated when it occurs in front of other people you both may know.
Like leaning over close for the pre-kiss dreamy eyed look (only to not have it returned). It did not help that she was the younger sister of a woman I was deeply in love/lust with, 20 years earlier. Eh, I managed to salvage that friendship by blaming it on the booze she and I had consumed. She never tried that shit again.
A 50 year old woman sitting across a table from me, while my best male friend sat to my right. The 36 year old woman sitting close to my left who I'd been banging occasionally for the last 7 years (was her daughter). When the mother proclaimed after her usual four Long Island Tea cocktails...
"I bet I can suck your dick better than my daughter can!" She boasted this verbally, while leaning back in the chair, spreading her legs and flashing me and my friend her snatch - in commando mode under her skirt.
Mom was pretty good looking...but her daughter (who is not easily stunned nor embarrassed) was slack jawed and I think I heard her jaw hit the table top in front of her. My friend was in the middle of sipping his Jack & Coke...and I think he almost spilled it on himself.
I just sat there and felt the small hairs on the back of my neck - shoot straight up and out.
There was no recovery possible on that occasion.
So this isn't just a Beta move, which is foisted on women by the less experienced men of the world.
Nah, this isn't about shacking up.
My focus here is how do you and your lover...sleep together?
Do you share a daybed, queen or king mattress? An inflatable air mattress such as you might see at the pool or lake with a sleeping bag tossed on top of it? On the floor / rug /carpeting sharing a bottle of swill?
Do you snuggle together in the comfort of one another? Or do you absolutely require no physical contact with another human body...so you can get your mind to dreamland?
Do you find that if you do share a mattress, you need to get to sleep before your mate does - to avoid the snoring or squirming/kicking that you know is going to come soon?
I like to snuggle, preferably in spoon - either side, it does not matter to me...I can follow her preference on this small matter.
The last few women I've spent overnight time with....did not want to touch a man (either after rambunctious sexual play) or just going to bed after spending the evening cozying up on the couch watching some tube or reading a book.
Do you have a television set in the bedroom which you or your significant other must watch or have on...so you can drift to sleep? I have one myself, but I rarely watch it anymore. I've felt the bedroom is for two things, and neither includes watching Jay Leno or David Letterman.
What's up with this phenomenon I've only seen at Lush?
I surf profiles of women and men. I have found (and met in an online sense only) a lot of interesting people using this method of pre-stalking.
I have also laughed my ass off a great deal.
But one thing which jumps out at me is how some people proclaim. "I'm a Marine's girl/wife!" -or- "I love my Dom!"
Can someone explain this. Are 'you' in love with the man (who may happen to be a US Marine or a retired US Armed Forces dude)...or are you in love with being in love with a guy who happens to be a member of the Corps?
Nowhere else do I notice anyone proclaiming the admiration and undying love for 'My Harvard/Oxford Student'....or 'My PimpDaddy'....or 'My Fortune 100 CEO'.
Seems pretty materialistic and/or...insincere to me.
A pastor's wife was expecting a baby, so he stood before the congregation and asked for a raise.
After much discussion, they passed a rule that whenever the preacher's family expanded, so would his paycheck.
After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation decided to hold another meeting to discuss
the preacher’s expanding salary. A great deal of yelling and inner bickering ensued, as to how much the clergyman's
additional children were costing the church, and how much more it could potentially cost.
After listening to them for about an hour, the pastor rose from his chair and spoke, “Children are a gift from God,
and we will take as many gifts as He gives us”.
Silence fell on the congregation.
In the back pew, a little old lady struggled to stand, and finally said in her frail voice, 'Rain is also a gift from God, but
when we get too much of it, we wear rubbers.'
The friend zone is not the horrible place which some paint it to be. It is not some purgatory where you are meant to be in emotional limbo.
I feel that I'm fortunate to have enjoyed several female friendships over the last 30 years. Those ladies all have had a substantial circle of friends too.
Farm and cultivate the friend zone, I say...you may well be glad that you did. Be a gentleman and a rogue. At appropriate moments.
And eventually, you may even bone a few of your close female friends. It just happens on their time-table and not the one you may have once desired.
Patience, young dudes.
Infatuation - many times. And thank gawd for that.
Fallen in love? Nope.
Falling is generally an accident.
The perfect pussy is whichever one belongs to the woman who I am enthralled with - at the moment.
Feels like home, to me.