I'm not your typical guy. I think god messed up somehow. I think I was suppose to be a lesbian but when god was passing around souls he tripped and I wound up in the body of a linebacker. I'm just too emotional, sentimental and self aware to be a guy. Why can't I be like other guys and just think with my dick? I'd probably be a hell of a lot happier. Contrary to whatever women might say in all their complaining about men they don't really want a guy that looks like me to be sensitive and emotional or know words like introspective.
Here's proof. One of my leading sexual fantasies is a woman coming up to me nonchalantly in a bar and just hanging out with me until the end of the night. Then she smiles mischievously and suggests we get a room to sober out for the night. We find a room and without much fare we undress and the game is afoot. There is no sex of any of it's forms, just kissing, fondling and intimately pressing bodies against each other all night long, no climaxes, few words said, basically just an eternal night of trust and teasing and finally waking up in each others arms the next morning. We talk for a couple hours, shower, and finally go out for a late breakfast. You tell me, does that not sound like I've had my balls cut off or what?
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