Ladies, and some gentleman, (how you doin?) it has come to my attention that the male anatomy is no longer just given to us for the soft, beautiful, and amazingly shaped creatures that we are. We now must actively seek and dare I say ASK for a man to hypnotize us with his magic stick.
I was in awe as I spoke with a handsome, 20 something ambitious young man (let’s call him Deon) about a certain female’s pursuit to get in HIS boxers or briefs. This anonymous temptress invited Deon out for drinks (like males typically do us), got him drunk, then described the hot steamy scene in her mind of him undressing. Nothing happened this particular night so she began to send him sex invitations via text message in which Deon responded “I’m swamped with work.”
Tragic. Ladies when did we become Atomic Dogs and start
chasing the cat, excuse me I mean chasing the D? It’s bad enough that we can barely get men to ask us out on REAL dates that don’t involve sitting in our apartment and watching reruns of Martin. Now we have to ask for sex TOO?!
Now I must say I have no problem with women taking the lead in initiating dating. I mean after all, in 2003 women all over the world were taught by Alicia Keys exactly what to say to the fine man we’ve been eyeing. Remember the excitement that arose in your chest as you heard “I know girls don’t usually do this, but I was wondering if we could get together outside the restaurant…” You know the rest.
But I just feel like my Queens are too precious to even HAVE to ask for sex. If a man can’t look at us from Jump Street and see our value (both mentally and physically), then he should kick rocks in preparation of the wise man to come along.
I respect the boldness of a woman who proposes sex plans to a man. This post simply serves as reminder that hunting for good wood (minus the trees) continues to perpetuate the myth that the female anatomy has drastically dropped in value. Take it. It’s free.
The World is Ours Blogger,
Leah C. Powell