Today's piece is a a bit PSA (public service announcement — Wade) and a bit common sense, which as we all know, is too uncommon in these most harsh times.
When I was a younger lad, dating, boinking, throwing my sausage down the hallway and otherwise fornicating I found that I would often get caught up in things that didn't really pertain to me. I cared more than I should have, I guess you could say. Caring and boning. They are two sides of far different coins. Caring doesn't get you as far as boning does, if the currency is sexual gratification. Let me expand on that (pun intended)…I was going through a point in life where dating was all I wanted to do. I wanted to have sex. That was it and with as many women as a could get into bed without slipping them roofies or similar. Yet I would get caught up in their drama. You know the kind, baby daddy not paying the child support, the ex who won't go away or the husband that just doesn't have a clue.
I'm not sure how or when it happened, but I finally realized that Positive K had it right when he asked “what your man got to do with me?” He was right, alright. None of the drama matters. Why? Because it's not my job to care, it's my job to have sex and to sexually stimulate the woman of the day; week; month.
I see guys who are going out there to “play the field” and they get caught up in a situation where they get “stuck.” They get stuck in the drama, or in some type of indecisive limbo, paralyzed to do what needs to be done. And for what? Drama and caring too damn much.
What should they do, then? Simply put: If you are out there, man or woman, looking to hook up with someone, be focused in your mission and get your f*ck on. Everything else is a courtesy on your part. Pick up your things and go home afterward; snuggling is for sentimentals at this stage in the game. They'll still be around for a fun romp at some other point.
Hook up and shut up. Leave the drama for someone else's mama.