I've been told by my numerous male friends that upon seeing a woman for the first time, whether it be co-worker, friend, stranger passing by on the sidewalk, person serving you your daily coffee fix, if there is a conversation of, "hello" (in other words, five seconds or more of contact) you've imagined what it would be like to have sex with her.
true?
For me I don't know how long it takes, I'll time it next time, but it's whether or not I think the person is kissable. (It has to do with whether or not I want to kiss you, if I do, then my brain will go from there)
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5 seconds? Why would it take those guys that long?
I agree with Will - that decision is made before most guys even open their mouths.
I think Allen cleared that up. And yes, I actually meant in terms of how. Is there really a woman a man wouldn't fuck? C'mon tell me what the circumstance of that would have to be.
ok, well that's a good argument and quiet the visual.
There are tons that I wouldn't. In fact, most of the ones I've known for longer than 5 seconds. Cause that's usually how long it takes for a woman to start telling you her life fuckin' story.
Wha? Sorry, gotta go. Satan is calling.
Um, yeah - My thought process is right there with Will.
The ones that make it past the 5 seconds are the ones that you might actually listen to the life story in order to fuck. Its a Darwin type thing in a natural selection sort of way...
huh, so I would fall where...?
At one point in my life, many moons ago, I would agree wholeheartedly with this.
Nowadays, I need conversation beyond hello. I see and deal a lot with beautiful women I find attractive every day.
I need more than a pretty face before I even think of whether or not I want to fuck.
Jay: very mature. (good, boy)
*pats himself on head*
Woof!
*wags... tail*
I didn't say good conversation wasn't wanted. I said it was nearly impossible to find.
Jay: roll over so I scratch your belly.
Will: I couldn't agree more. And here is the 64 million dollar question, why the hell is that so true?
Intense: yeah, I've been known to sit outside on my lunch break in the summer sun and come up with an image and a story with every man who crosses my path
Allen: Am I the one being spanked?
Ho-me-g: I spit on myself a little. An Etheopian marathon runner, getting a refill through her ear? Pretty much says it all and that would be my least favorite look. (and of course with a cigarette and a Starbuck in their hand)
to everyone: give me conversation. Good 'ol fashion conversation. Oh, and making me laugh so hard I spit on myself, that's good too.
i have two genres of immediate thoughts...would i fuck this person? would i kiss this person? it's a fucked up madonna/whore scenario i realize, but more often i find that i'm more willing to fuck some people than I would be to kiss them...
and then...the first question can usually be found out as soon as they start talking...and if the second question even comes to mind at all after that...i stop thinking about the first question entirely. make sense? good...heh
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