Oh you are just too special Pink. Thank you so much for this. This is awesome.
If I'm really being honest though, my bark is bigger than my bite. Conquests? Not so much. I was more conquered myself. The tone of the "GAME" thread really is more my story. The 'A Look at Ourselves' thread also really really hit home for me. I seriously never ever thought of myself as a flirt until I got into that thread. I think my eyes opened up about halfway through writing one of my posts there.
I think I've referenced on here, at least indirectly, how much of a late bloomer I was when it came to dating and relationships. But damn, I look back now and yeah, I realize how much 'GAME' i had. I just never realized it, and I wasn't confident.
There was that day at the beach when I was about 18 years old, and the hottest two girls in class ask me to go on a walk with them as we get out of sight of the rest of the group, they're flashing boobs at me! You think maybe that was a sign of some sort? No, I didn't put two and two together - that's how late bloomer I was.
Thing is though, I really don't feel like I missed out. I found the right woman for me, or rather, she clubbed me over the head when she wanted me. It worked out wonderfully.
I relate better to women, I converse better with women, I enjoy being around women. I think they enjoy my company as well, as they seek me out for deep conversations or in times of stress when they need protection or comforting or if they've just seen something silly they want to talk about. To me at least, it's not sexual though. It's just being myself. And that type of interaction became MORE comfortable after I found the woman I wanted to spend my life with.
The 'When Harry Met Sally' line comes to mind for me. "Men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way" Sort of true, I think. My philosophy would be more "Men and women can't be friends WHILE the sex part is getting in the way" (Reflect on that one for me about your ENFP pal sometime, Pink)
While those boobs were amazing, ah that image still splashed in my head..... what was i talking about? oh yeah... It kind of highlighted for me that yeah I wanted that, but I wanted that on my time on my watch with the woman who was going to put up with my quirkiness the best. I lost my emotional connection with those girls that day, one I never got back.
Flash forward many years to today, old, married, father of 2. I wouldn't mind walking up to a Brazilian supermodel, even with my wife by my side. No holds barred, if she wants to talk about the guy she did the Kama Sutra with last night, cool, we can discuss that.
I'm realistic enough to know that a man of my age and physique is probably not scoring a Brazilian supermodel anyways, but the larger point is (well make that the second largest point {gotta insert some brag into my anti-brag post [did I mention width at all?]}), she can't have me anyways because I'm confident and comfortable with who I am and what I've got.
What's more amazing, and she tells me so, is that my wife totally gets this side of me. She is as jealous a lover as probably exists, but she understands that I'm being me and the risk of stray is nil. It's one of those traits of hers that I totally knew was unique and special that I wanted and needed to have around me.
Okay guys. You know you wanted it. You've been pulling every other thread in that direction, so here it finally is. Go ahead and reveal your sexual conquests from your dark days of yore and finally receive the "thanks" or kudos you feel you deserve. Virgin Men- go ahead and give detail about how you made the barista smile and blush (you know you coulda had her if you wanted).