I usually don't do things that don't make me happy. But for myself I am willing to sacrifice anything and everything, just as long as I believe that what I am doing will benefit me in the end.
Where is Sonny going with this?
Honestly, I'm not sure.
But what made me want to do this "patience" thing is the fact that I have never practiced this shit before, and when someone told me to take it as a challenge my internal response was(in my Mike Myers Wayne's World voice) ...Game On!
This post will be me airing out my love life in the hopes that while doing it, I can figure out what has gotten me to the point of wanting to practice the one thing that I don't like nor have...patience.
Love #1 was like a little sister to me. She and I had a mutual understanding that we would never get involved with each other. But one day she grew a set of balls and asked me to look at her in a way that I swore I would never do. She wanted me to view her as a woman with a vagina. Even though I was partially raised in Alabama, I don't do the incest thing like the old school rednecks. I mean Love #1 is not my real sister but, as a friend she was like one of my best buds in a skirt. In fact, at the time she was the only female friend that I had ever had in my life and not had some sexual contact with.
Seeing how she was my absolute best friend at the time, once she made the request for me to at least attempt to be interested in her, i payed her attention...........
Hey wait a minute. I'm starting to like what I see here. Excellent.
We get involved. And the next time we saw each other (though it was months later), both of us were ripping each others clothes off like a pack of negroes catching a Klansman alone in the 1930s.
Point: Lack of patience for sex.
Love #2 was different. She was someone. We were complete strangers who did things kind of normal. We met. We talked on the phone. We went on a 1st date. We hung out one more time. And then...we screwed. To me that wasn't much of a problem, seeing how here body could make Jim Levenstein cum faster than watching Nadia do a strip tease on a pole with Stifler's Mom slapping her on the ass and throwing Andrew Jackson bills at her rock kickers.
**If the only person that you know in that last sentence is Andrew Jackson...you are lame. Now go watch American Pie!**
Now due to certain "legal issues" I can't really speak on much more than this but, in all honesty I wish that I would've done more investigating on what was going on in her head as opposed to what was going on in her Victoria's Secrets. Sex was great but not worth the trouble.
Point: Lack of patience for sex.
See a pattern here?
Now to bringing myself up to speed with my current situation
So obviously this trip down memory lane was sparked by me being asked to be patient about sex. Which initially I wanted to walk away by saying "hey, we had a great time and all, but I like to lay in legs. So take care.". But, when the idea came up for me to take it as a challenge, I jumped on it.
Now here is the kicker.....
I didn't take the challenge because I am super competitive (even though I am). I took the challenge because I see this as an opportunity to gain something that I have never had by doing something that I have never done.
This story is going to piss some people off, make some people think that I have lost my mind, but above all it gave me insight to myself.
So patience it is for me. Let's just see if this "patience is a virtue" thing is a virtue worth having
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