So, what is it like to “come out” on WordPress for the first time? Pretty scary, well, to me anyway. I think blogging has taught me that there is personal satisfaction in keeping your anonymity in tact, mostly because, well, you don’t want anyone you know seeing your raw emotions in print, and on display, for the world to see. Trust me, I have more demons than most people; starting from my issues with being bipolar, jumping from man to man, reckless, earth-shattering, uninhibited sexuality, and just “letting it all hang out.”
But what inspired me to put a face to this blog of mine, was coming across a gent whom I only know as Darbis E Cashed. Now I don’t know this fine specimen of human wit and charm personally, (though should I find myself in Texas someday, he might be tapping that ass), but I have come to know him through his words and experiences from his wonderful blog that is tucked in nice and cozy in a part of WordPress where most of us go to discuss “Life in the Online Dating World,” or as he so gentlemanly puts it:
“My dumb little blog about jerking off to tinder pictures”
(That quote needed special attention, cause yeah, most dudes are doing that anyway, I mean how can you explain all those eggplant emoji filled, “hi sxy baby’ messages women get on Tinder? Do you really think Casanova is not jerkin’ his gerkin’ over your duck-faced cleavage shot?)
But I digress.
I came upon this complete wordgasm of a blog in the wee early morning hours, where as Mr. Cashed explains, “it was 3:30am when the notifications started going off.” Usually at 3:30am my “bat sense” is usually in full effect; mostly because that’s when my mania is at its highest peak. I was totally overcome with glee and “tickled” in my girly parts at his work, because as you all know, (or don’t know), the sexiest man in the world to me will and always be a fellow writer. He doesn’t even have to be the best writer either, but as long as that man has some sass, wit, charm, with a hint of sarcasm and enough talent to dance toe to toe with me in a literary showdown, yeah, that dude is going to “pound town.” Am I easy? Probably. I mean I can’t tell you how many times I have heard how women tend to be more “cerebral” when it comes to being turned on, where as men are more “visual.” (Another reason for the shameless display of my big brown eyes in this post, wink, wink, Darbis).
I have to say this isn’t the first time I have come across an interesting, (yet damn fine), man on WordPress. Years ago, I had read a post about this English Gent’s view on the movie “Her,” which in itself was a masterful movie, but to hear an actual guy’s perspective on what it would be like to love a “self-aware” computer like Samantha, was one helluva a read. (Not to mention the writer behind that post, was one helluva a stud).
Let’s not get off-track though, since the post that I am writing is already slutty enough as it is. Did I mention I have two valentines this year? Probably not, since I have been basically gushing over another guy’s blog for the past 500 words. (Yeah, I do the word count as I am typing, as it is a solemn reminder of how much bullshitting I am capable of, at the same time questioning why the hell you are all still reading this crap).
But if you get the chance, head over to Marble Tulips – Writing Chooses You, You Don’t Choose It you will be more than pleasantly surprised how much talent this young writer from Texas has. Added on with his online dating woes, is a nice collection of short stories, which I wouldn’t mind seeing up on the Big Screen one day; maybe not like Hollywood style, more like the Sundance Film Festival kind.
So, thank you Darbis, for brightening my evening with a nice nod to my blog, I will consider it a Pre-Valentine’s Day present.
Oh, and as for the bipolar chick you dated, yeah, we are pretty much like that. I would be lying if I didn’t say we were intense. I have always heard guys say, “don’t put your dick in crazy,” and my opinion of that is, “your dick can’t handle this crazy, because it takes a brave man to handle sex so amazing, he will be shooting cum into next week.” So yeah, those guys can keep their “normal” chicks, I ain’t got time for no scrubs anyway.
But yeah, if I am ever in Texas, we can make that 4-way happen for sure. (Now you HAVE to go read his blog to see what I am talking about, haha).
Good luck to you, young man, online dating is a fucking nightmare, but I have faith that a good catch like you won’t have any trouble finding your “big booty Latina dream girl.”
Oh wait, maybe she is in New York. Haha. Just kidding, I am not Latina, but I sure got a badonkadonk like one!
Kiss. Kiss. (And call up that L. perosn you mentioned in your post and get laid for Valentine’s Day, go get some boy!)