Pointless Pussy Plateau


I’ve told very few people about this because it’s embarrassing as all hell.  But it’s the truth.  When I was a young boy living in the greatest city on earth; Austin, Texas- if I wasn’t playing with toy cars, riding my bike with the homeboys in the neighborhood, eating, sleeping or doing family activities, I was laying on my favorite pillow in the livingroom… inducing myself into dreams/daydreams of being a Batmanesque billionaire with an underground lair filled with one-piece bikini-clad women.  Just… there to serve me and my jet helicopter which was in the likeness of airwolf.  But red, not black.  Yes… from the ages of about 5 to 10 I used to day dream about having a harem.

Mortified, I continue.

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From “The Knack, And How To Get It” a movie I became engrossed with as a child.

 

I was a foolish kid who was admittedly in love with women way before most boys I believe.  And it’s not like I enjoyed dogging them out or anything.  I didn’t know what sex was or where to stick it until Nadja Erlenbach, the cool German girl from Wiesbaden taught me everything I needed to know at the time.  Maybe a little more so.  I just liked having them around.  In the movie Step Brothers, they had “Boats ‘n Hoes”, I had… Bitches n Helicopters. LoL.  I’m sorry.  Anyway.

Even though in pretty much any culture there’s the stigma or maybe even the practice or

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No matter how unrealistic, no matter how fat, ugly, unattractive or dumb the ‘artist’ they surround themselves with beautiful women who would have nothing to do with them without being paid or drugged.

at least the history of men enjoying multitudes of women –  From the concubines of old Ottoman Emperor’s, American pop/rap stars with tons of paid women to hang around in music videos.  Even in modern-day times… Maybe none of you have been to Saudi Arabia, and been privy to the sight prince’s cousin [yes… not even a prince,

just his cousin] with more-than-allotted women in his possession.  And no, I’m not mixing up my words… possession, but I have – I feel that a man eventually matures out of the fantasy or yearning to

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This is a legal union in the Islamic faith if they’re all in agreement and the husband is able to divide his time and assets equally between the four.  But still…

have more than one woman around.  More than one partner, or even more than one hole to play in.

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Even Anime has a complete type of show called “Harem” where… well, you get it.

 

I was talking to my friend Emily a few months back about this. I’m not exactly sure what it was I was trying to explain to her, but it was she who helped my come up with this inappropriate yet clever alliteration. It’s even easily modified to apply to women.  So easy, I’m not even going to do it for you.  Figure it out yourself.

Be it far from me to call a man of the Islamic or Mormon faith an immature ho for having more than one wife.  When done correctly, he’s equally committed to them as if they were one.  There… just happens to be more than one of them lol.  Whether it makes sense or is right to you isn’t the point.  The point is, there’s a clear difference in your wife(s), and random women you bone in a lifetime.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll continue it say it.  Back before I lost count, I was ashamed of my numbers.  So, I’m even more ashamed now.  And for at the very least, past 4 years, I’ve been trying to make that number stop increasing.  If you’ve followed any of my blogs, you’d be able to say “Yea, that’s not really your fault, bro.”  So, I won’t go into it.  All I have to say about that is…

For your listening pleasure, a song that I strongly disagreed with before I got a Taste from the New Flame’s over the past few years. They really had me wanting to throw up the Dueces when their “I love you Forever”s turned into “Goodbye”‘s causing an Earthquake in my life making me want to just say “I’m Gone” or “I’m Single” and just forget about all the Beautiful People I could have a happy life with. [how many Chris Brown, Lil Wayne and Tyga songs did I just name?]

Any who… The point:

 

You know when one begins a workout program or diet in order to lose weight or fat, or even gain weight, or muscle; If done correctly, it’ll work for a while, and you’ll get results, and you’ll be pleased with those results. But after a while, your body and Exercise-plateaumetabolism [and lord knows what else in your body] will adjust, adapt ad become accustomed to whatever it is you’re doing… so you won’t get the same results anymore.  Something has to change.  Something must improve, or be switched in order for your goal to be reached.

It’s called a “plateau”. Just a word kicked around after some genius figured that the actual land formation called a “plateau” would be a perfect way to describe this occurrence.

We all know I’m far from a genius, but I’m just applying that to what happens when a man [or woman] reaches a point when meaningless sexual encounters with no substance or future become old and just something that particular person doesn’t seek out or want.  Now, no one knows better than me, that sometimes the shit just happens.  bad-dateEveryone in the abysmal dating game which is 2018 knows that people will do and say ANYTHING to get what they want.  Whether it be a quick romper room session, a night of cuddling, to wake up next to a warm human body, or to steal three thousand dollars you just got from the ATM off your kitchen counter. Whatever it may be… that woman will tell you she will move mountains for you. But you live in the plains and she has absolutely no intentions of moving to Montana just to prove it to you.

 

So I get it.  And it’s not exactly the easiest thing to make someone wait til marriage, matching signatures on the deed to a house, joint bank accounts and what not before you give up some of that precious D she’s been wanting for months. But at least getting to the point where it [sex] isn’t the main goal of your presence in a night club, on Bumble, or in a bar, or on Tinder/The Inner Circle, or that God awful POF, is half the battle.PAY-RUSSIAN-WOMEN-ARE-BETTER-THAN-BRITISH-WOMEN-WHO-ARE-OVERWEIGHT-AND-ENTITLED-TOP-BRITISH-D

It used to be fun. Meeting a chick at Planet Earth on the northwest side of Little Rock on Friday night; after a long week of work.  Knowing she’s been eyeing you all night, while you cut up with your boys on stage.  Taking her to the Waffle House or IHOP or Denny’s, then back to the base dorms to Yadayadayada… then doing it again with a new face the next weekend like you’re some kinda of rock star or NBA baller lol.  But at 36?  After wasting 12 years of your life on… ugh BLECH… No, I’ve reached that plateau, and I know other people have. Could be one of the finest women you’ve ever seen, but if she says shit like “I don’t like to cook” or “I can’t stand kids” or “Me and my girls went out last night and got turnt” I don’t want to even SEE your pussy. What’s the point?

 

Younger me (PJ) would be flabbergasted.  Like.. “Bro… the lair.  Babes.  Bikinis. 1999901Everywhere.” And yes… at that age I get it.  Hell, it’s even appealing to LOOK AT even now.  But to think that I should be out there adding notches to my belt instead of just having one here to know how my belts are organized lol… I just don’t think there’s any comparison. However, at present I don’t have that option.  But it doesn’t mean I’m going to be adding to my long list of sexual endeavors, because I truly have reached my pointless pussy plateau.

 

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