Distortions

Yesterday morning when I woke up a gorgeous hunk sent me an SMS saying he wants to have sex with me. (Make love, daw. I noticed that guys nowadays are more squeamish than women when using the word sex, they would rather use 'make love' than 'have sex' as if they really believe one can make love to a person one doesn't really love.)

Anyway, I needed some amusement so I played along and exchanged several messages with him. In summary what he said was: "let's make love then maybe we can get to know each other better, and then who knows where that might lead, di ba?" Pretty logical. At least that's how he sees it.

Of course I said no.

I said no because, more than anything, it is my personal conviction not to give myself to just anybody. Of course it also helped that the guy wasn't only super-cute but was also as brain dead as the cremated remains of a cat. What can I do? I'm a mental-stimulation-first-before-physical-stimulation kind of woman. He didn't even get it when I told him that I'm sorry but I want guys who exercise their brains more than their pelvic muscles. His reply: Ok. We can get to know each other muna, but I hope you'll make love to me eventually, k?

Fine! One of the things I'm gonna ask God when I get to heaven is why He had to create brainless ultra cute guys. I mean wasn't it bad enough that He had to create men in the first place?! (Oops, sorry, I got carried away there.)

Going back to the stupid gorgeous guy, last night he again invited me to his place so we can talk there, daw. Haay. I didn't reply anymore.

If only the guy I really like right now can be as persistent, I would be happier. But unfortunately, up to now he still refuses to get out of cryonic suspension. But that's another story.