The best part of the evening was meeting Princess Donna in person.
She's pretty. She's powerful. She showed N8 and me how to make the girls
squirt. She was getting a drink at the bar and N8 went to ask her, and
she showed us. I think I now know how. took a photo with her. In my
world, she's as big of a celerity as any Hollywood stars. I saw her
recently at another shoot. She's the mistress of Public Disgrace site. I
actually find her to be quite pleasant and smart. This is her job. She
does it well. Two women, film makers, met up at the club and we hang out
for a while and chatted. One woman was a writer and asked a lot of
questions about me. I gave her straight answers and she was puzzled. She
was 32 and not married. One woman pulled down her shirt and showed one
of my guy friends her tits. A very attractive lady sitting on a bar
stool. Many men were eying her. One of my guy friends went up and got
her number. It pays to be tall, cute, the all American blue blood Clark
Kent look alike. Another girl took a liking of another guy friend of
mine. But then another guy liked her more. So the digits were exchanged
but passed from one guy to another.
I make a good wing-man. Women asked me - "What's your story?" Why is
everyone asking me "What's your story" these days? Can't I just maintain
a slight air of mystery? Next time when someone asks me, I'd reply -
"Which story would you like to hear?" Women continued to ask - "So which
one of them is your boyfriend?" "How long have you guys been dating?" I
always just answer, "none, not dating and I'm married." Why is it
inconceivable for a married woman with children to hang out at a swanky
bar on Friday night with single guy friends? Why can't married women be
out with men other than her spouse? Why can't I be platonic friends with
men? I can and I am. I have more women friends than guy friends. One
woman asked, "Did you just summon them?" I did just text them. I texted
several of my girlfriends too, but guys like bars, women don't. I didn't
force them to be there, men came to bars, especially nice looking ones
like the Armory club. Good scenery. So it does not take much for them to
show up. Women don't like bars in general. So they don't respond to
text.
To make a girl become more interested in one guy, who was actually
really more into her than he let on, I walked up to the guy and he
pulled me closer. Woman eyed him and then me suspiciously. I looked away
and whispered to the guy friend, "Yep, she'll be calling you. You are
not just a desperate loser who only was chasing her." Sure enough woman
hugged him and asked him to call as she was leaving. Women like
competitions. Most of them anyway. I am an exception. I suppose. I don't
like men who flirt with other women. I actually don't care for players.
I'm old fashioned that way.
Women, please don't hate me, I'm just here helping my friends score.
Because, it's really hard to meet people these days. And men need all
the help they can get.
Except me. I meet people, seems to be every other day. I meet them
everywhere. I meet them each and every turn I take. I have never asked
to be met. They just came into my life. They are women, men and they are
people. I don't necessarily care one way or another, but when an
unlikely friendship sprout it always excites me. I have not been in the
business of making friends for over a decade.
I like old friends.
This is not a story about heart matters. This is a story about
connecting with people and be open and tolerant and without
expectations. This is a story about friendship and not love matters.
Guy friends always tell me about their love stories. I also learn
from them. I learned that we all are searching for that someone to love
us back, and we all search for that special someone whom we can't live
without.
I learned that we truly behave differently with the person we care and love the most.
N8 said that he had a girl who sat at the passenger door and waited
for him to get out, and open the door for her. He pushed the door open
from inside and said there you go. He said that she's not that worth it.
But for the woman he loved the most, he'd open doors, put jacket on
her, and do anything and everything for her. I suppose that's love or at
least gesture of love. N8 would put women in two categories, the
"potential relationship" kind and the other. For the potential
relationship kind, he takes it easy and pursues them but knows that he
may fall in love with them. They often don't want him as much he wants
them. Go figure. For the other kind, they tend to be easy lays and they
are always there, his fuck buddies. He has both. I imagine most single
men have both kinds if they are of certain age. They are always
pursuing those who don't want to be caught. They are always being
pursued by the others. Well, isn't that universal truth?
My memory is not great. But in my recollection, there was only one
guy who consistently opened the passenger side of door for me, helped me
to put on my coat, held his arm out so that I could hold him and walk
on uneven pavement, and always, always insisted on paying for every
meal. We never talked much. We never discussed anything substantial. I
never asked him many questions. Neither had he. I knew I'd do anything
and everything for him. I believe he knew that of me. I knew everything I
needed to know, and what he didn't tell me, or did tell me, never
really mattered. My feelings for him taught me what love was. Love was
just that. To do all those things that you'd ordinary never do with and
for others. To believe in the person blindly and love foolishly. I told
a girlfriend of mine once that we all need to break away from that one
person, whom we have given ultimate control to. We must. But we are
idiots and we don't. We can't. We don't want to.
I may be older, but I knew what we'd do for those we adore. So next
time when someone opens the passenger side of door for you, willingly,
someone insists on paying for the meal, someone holds your jacket out as
you put your arms through them, even though you don't need him to do
any of it, know that it does not happen often, and perhaps you are the
one who is worth his effort. Be thankful.
They don't make men like that any more.
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