Raj wants me to build a list for 8 to 10. We draft them one by one and put them through layers of selection. Four have been added to the list so far, from the past six months or so, out of 15, 20? A few were set aside for certain reasons, instead of a complete rejection. Several are being viewed right now.
Last night was the first time we encountered some form of lying. You couldn't conclude how much they weighed from the photos until seeing them in person. Or the photos were intentionally outdated.
Nowadays, we skip the first step and combine the first two into one when Raj and I are both available. (When Raj is not available, I get to go by myself, and that always turns into new adventures and excitement. Some to remember and repeat, some to forget and alter.) Hence, all of them would get lucky at least for one night. We also don't see why not, save us some time, because time is the most precious. But many wouldn't make it past the first combined step.
He was way over, if not because he lied in the "application", I would never - fitness is THE most crucial factor of men's capability, on top of natural endowment (well, above average is good enough). Since we were all there, we chatted respectfully, with fun. Both Raj and I are very kind, we were like, "Naa, it's okay, he seems sensible, maybe he would be good. We give the benefit of the doubt."
But he wasn't. He didn't last. I was so freaking tight for him, as he couldn't stop being awed by it and couldn't last.
"You don't usually play with Asians?" -- mostly Latinas since he was a Mexican.
The shortest duration of play ever, incomparable to our usual 3 - 4 hours in the setting of three. At least my man never disappoints, almost made me multiple within a short period, but in the end, my multiple did need much more to happen! Good that we all can go back home early and get some rest.
I still chatted nicely when we were getting ready to leave. Asked about his dog and all.
As I was standing barefoot next to the bed, he commented, "Oh, you look shorter than I thought."
"I am 5'1." I replied nonchalantly.
What in the hell?!? The audacity!!
I didn't lie about my height in my profile, unlike you with your photos from ten years ago! The sole purpose of me writing out my height was for their imagination, which was completely unnecessary. Unlike them all proudly and necessarily present - 5'11, 6, 6'1, 6'3. I was just being kind and thoughtful. Would my or any other woman's height ever be taken into consideration even remotely? Even if it were, it should be in an entirely opposite direction - could I easily lift her up? And that happens quite often, to be honest, they love that, especially the tall and strong ones. Do you know how many thousands of "applications" I got and how many hundreds I receive daily? And don't you know within your gender (absolutely not mine), there is a wild discrimination towards height, but I have never picked up that discrimination, only treating all with respect? And you have no freaking clue who my other guys are, what are their professions, their looks, their talents, their capabilities, how fancily maintained they all are and how much efforts they put into this to get a girl like me - my marvelous group of guys across all races? Well, there's only one bar you reached, that is, you do fall within the average range, which is 30, since my body and mind simply reject the above - this is the only lasting trauma of me being brought up in an authoritarian regime under old men dictators. And I don't see this trauma ever going away because even though I thought I escaped old men dictators, I didn't - different location, different system, same outcome. Anyways. The audacity...
【Raj said he heard that and he didn't think he meant I was short short, but in a cute, complimentary way. Well, then finish your freaking sentence and actually spell out the compliments! Hello?】
All in all, that was some easily forgettable experience, lol!
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