So this is the final installment of the Sock Diaries. My birthday has passed. I'm 22, and I've had sex with.... a fair amount of women, I think. But I can't really say with all certainty that I've actually learned everything that there is to learn about women. In my years of learning all that I could from the creature we call "woman" and even my attempts at taming the wild beast, I noticed that I've spent my entire time learning "girls", and not women. As I grew, they grew, and it seemed like the more I learned, the less I knew. But I've crossed over into the world of Women. Maturity and responsibility, and all that other stuff adult human females tend to talk about.
I love mature women. After spending so much time with girls that seemed to only aspire to get a boyfriend and party every weekend, I wouldn't mind a woman with some kind of drive to improve themselves and their lives. ON THEIR OWN. The biggest problem with mature women is that they usually want you to be mature too. Yeah, I spend about 90% of my TV time watching cartoons. And I have a diary on the internet. Shit, I only joined the Army because they do everything but wipe your ass for you, and I'm $100 more dollars per paycheck away from hiring someone for that.
I know I'm not mature, and I know that the only women I usually attract are the immature ones. I understand that. But the ones that I want are the ones that don't want me. So, until I'm ready, I'll spend my nights in the arms of women who I could probably identify better by the ass than the face by the time the next day roles around. Women like to say I'm a bad person for saying things like that. Truthfully, I don't have much of a fuck to give about the women who have that opinion of me. I guarantee you those women don't know me, and I don't want them to. The reason I say the things I say about wanting sex with different women, (floozies, if you will) is because I'm not the kind of guy who will take a good girl and treat her like trash. If I'm not ready for a real woman, I won't lie to one and waste both our time. Sex with "floozies" is consensual and does the same thing for both parties: Helps them sort things out until they're ready for a real relationship. Personally, I think I'm a great guy, and more guys should be like me, instead of taking up space and bullshitting their way through life.
I know this is the last installment, and I should be closing chapters and teaching life lessons, but I can't help but think that in real life, things never fit in the box quite right, and so tying that bow isn't going to be as pretty as you could hope.
So it's back to another night of porn and regret. I might just throw in a few snacks just to keep the romance alive. One day I plan on getting a permanent partner for this, but at the moment, I'll stick to honing my technique.
