Looking for Mr. Good Dick
Why are so many of us so promiscuous, think we are, or like to be? Why can’t we just be happy with that one guy? After all, no one, not even our egotistical selves, is perfect. But I guess that’s the problem. We think that that next guy (read dick) in the bar, on line, at the sex club or bath house, or off the plane, or at that next Bearfest in Seattle or Leatherfest in Berlin, or RSVP cruise to Greece will be the dick of our wet dreams. Always on the hunt, we are never really satisfied, and so our insatiable search goes on infinitum. Like Bette Davis once quipped in one of her early films, “I’d let you kiss me, but I just washed my hair.”
What the fuck was she waiting for?
Why are we so obsessed about dick? Maybe it’s because men and their cocks come in so many shapes and sizes (small, big, thin, thick, cut, uncut), that the possible Las Vegas slot machine combinations between the type of guy we’re hardwired for and his dick are endless. So we remain constantly curious to see what IT’s like and what IT will do for us. And that often means going beyond our usual circles of bars or local hang outs and out into the world like some sexual explorer, dropping all that money that could be going into a CD or retirement account on trips, botox, cool sculpting, or Lumineers, or killing ourselves at the gym, all just to look good, when that ultimate dick might be right next door if we opened our eyes.
Some people disagree with me and say it’s just a guy thing – you know, it’s all about the sex – but I think deep down inside it isn’t about cock at all. Because saying it’s just cock eliminates pondering about or dealing with that other c word: commitment. We think we’re not ready to commit ourselves to another human being just quite yet; we meet the guy with the perfect cock and the perfect body and the perfect everything, but there’s just something about his big toe that isn’t quite right; or we want to play run-around Sams forever. After all, old age or worse, loss of libido, happens to other people, right?
Hell, here in breezy, easy Fort Lauderdale, commitment is sharing a fresh bottle of poppers with your trick and letting him have the first sniff.
And so the search goes on. And on. And on. The 10’s are looking for 13’s, the 4’s will only settle for 10’s, and the 7’s are ready to go straight.