So we’ve talked about the men I can’t stand, the men I might not date, and the men I’m convinced don’t exist. Let’s spend some time talking about the men to whom I would gladly give the ladyflower, if only they would ask for it.
1. The dread head
I don’t know how this is possible
given the amount of bone I’ve had in me, but I’ve never dated a man with dreads. This hurts my feelings, because few things will set my tongue to wagging faster than long, well-maintained locks. If I go to my grave or worse yet, the altar without bagging a dread-headed dude I’m gonna be soooooo hurt.
3. The blogger
I have the most amazing daydreams about getting with
Dr. Jay Sam Sharpe Streetz a male blogger. I don’t know why really; I guess it’s partly because relationship bloggers spend so much time writing and thinking about sex that I figure they must be amazing at it, and partly because it’s like sleeping with a celebrity without being called a groupie. Either way, it’s kind of my mission in life to get with a blogger. He has to write about it afterward though because God knows I will be.
4. The nice nasty guy
The trouble with the world is that you can get really tawdry nasty sex from bad dudes whom you probably don’t want to talk to or you can have good but not filthy sex with men whose company you actually enjoy. I want to find a man who has something intelligent to say but will also
pull my hair and call me a nasty bitch get a little grimy in the bedroom.
2. The busy dude
For all my dealings with the mythical magical busy dude, I’ve never successfully lured one into my boudoir. I want to bag one just to see if they’re worth the energy; although I suspect they are not.
5. The ex dude
I’ve never had sex with an ex. This makes me feel badly about myself.
That’s my list, what say you guys? What types have been missing from your boudoir? Speak on it in the comments.
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