I’m only half joking, and they’re lucky that impotence is a side effect of castration, otherwise it’d be common practice by now.
As I was picking the little monster Tucker Max from the vet this afternoon, he stopped me to talk to me about the procedure. I assured him I knew what we were in for, etc.
D- Don’t worry though- he’ll be more loyal, more affectionate and sweet without all the bad behaviors. He wont be running off to the neighbors yard, he’ll stay home.
It’s all I can do not to laugh.
D- He’ll be a much better companion after he’s neutered.
and I lose it finally… dissolving into a fit of giggles.
J- And why don’t we do this to men?
D- It renders them… uh… unable.
J- Oh. Yikes.
I looked down at little Tucker and he glared at me.
I drove him home as he looked everywhere but at me. He’s seriously pissed off at me…. and rightfully so.
It poses quite the option…. To castrate him, or not to castrate him….
You can have the perfect husband, who is loyal and loving and wonderful… and never have sex again…
Or you can have a ruthless cheater of a husband who blows your mind…
Maybe just take one off? lol… Lance Armstrong didn’t have any trouble knocking up his girlfriend with his one testicle.
Because we all want that middle of the line guy. He doesn’t have to be perfect, he just has to care about who he is- and be actively participating in being a valuable member of society. Freeloading couch-surfers went out with bead curtains, and not to give my secrets away… but a man can stun me speechless simply by tying his tie in front of me.
Lord. Have. Mercy. Whoa….
So I had a lunch date after work tonight… my first of a dozen internet dates lined up… for your entertainment (and my boredom) .
I had to rush the dog home from the vets office and fly to my date so I’m sure I still smell like a french fry… I contemplate being late and going back for perfume, but figure it’s the first of many strange dates I’ve got planned. I’m getting back to my roots… I’m hand picking the crazies, don’t worry about perfume.
Judge away… lol… it’s fun and I’m in no frame of mind to meet anyone new. This is like speed dating… only longer.
I’m meeting him for a sandwich, and a walk maybe <absolutely not, it’s cold and windy… but I’ll burn that bridge when we get there>.
I get there first <YES!> and sit facing the door, always assuming I’m not going to recognize them… and I always do, even if the pictures I’d been sent were clearly from years earlier. He walks in ten minutes later, and I’m immediately aware who he is. He smiles. Eeek. I’m a teeth girl. A sucker for a pretty smile- and he’s missing a few. Not in the front or anything… but ya know…
At any rate, he’s tall, thin & sporting a short curly sort of Amish/Quaker beard.
Rule #1 of mine… Thou shalt not have facial hair. I delight in watching a man shave. Damn… The only thing sexier than a man with shaving cream on his cheeks, is the resulting silky-soft man face… sigh. Sparkly eyes rimmed in fluffy white shaving cream. It can only be better if he doesn’t stop with his face and shaves his whole head.
My date sits down at the table and smiles at me. Let’s call him Cody.Cody is clearly not 35. Cody is lucky if he’s 45.
C- You don’t look 35…
J- Neither do you.
C- I hear that a lot.
.. … ….. … .. …. …. Incidentally I have nothing to say to that and I’m not being that too nice girl anymore so I’m letting his words hang in the air.
C- Ok… ha ha haaahh hhhaa I’m 42.
J- Oh good… well I’m 27 and my dad would be really mad if I dated anybody 42, sorry.
We sat and ate in silence and then he laughed and said..
C- I’m really 35, he’d be ok with that, right?
J- I’m 35, and I’m really just not interested.
C- That’s cool. It’s nice to hear the truth instead of some sick kid or shit like that.
J- Try being honest. Don’t lie about your age. Don’t lie, period and she wont have to lie back to you.
C- If you don’t lie, nobody will go out with you.
J- If you lie, they’ll only go out with you once.
We’re both right in some ways…. and we’re both wrong in so many ways too.
I’ve dated liars way more than once.
Way more than the honest guys, if I’m going to be honest as well.
C- So you wanna go out again?
J- No, Cody… I don’t. No offense.
J- Absolutely. Thanks for this- it was oddly refreshing.
And I’m out…
Different sort of date and we never even touched on the crazy reason I picked him. He runs a Christian Youth Ministry that travels the world to cram Jesus down the Native’s throats.
The date was odd enough all by itself that we never even got to the point of unrolling the freak flags.
I’m putting my coat on when he walks out by the door and offers to walk me to my car. Instant bad feeling and I decline <I’ve learned to listen to that instinct, first & foremost.> He sees my tattoo on my foot and compliments me, then asks me to take my shoe off so he can see the whole thing. I slip my foot out of my shoe and he smiles at me.
C- Nice toes.
Creepy. See? Bad feelings don’t lie. He offers to drive me to my car and I decline, knowing he has to go one way away from where I am and I’ll be in and gone before he can follow me. Creepy, right? This is the feeling this guy inspires.
One more for the record books…
Internet dating is nothing short of earning your wings in heaven…
Honestly though? I think I’d rather pay for sex than suffer through all this nonsense.