There’s a Chris Rock bit where he talks about men talking too damn much and ruining a woman’s desire to fuck them — “You say the wrong thing, them panties are comin’ up mighty fast. A woman wants to fuck you? Shut up, let it happen.”
(I’m QUITE sure this also happens when women talk too much to men — I have most assuredly DONE it, I know my own.)
But I went out tonight to see a friend’s band play at my local townie bar, and immediately wanted to bang one of the singers — hot, glasses, tattoos, super muscle-y arms that could throw me all around… UNF.
But then dude started talking. And during the course of his performance, he said someone had “killed hisself,” and he also dabbled in some light “jokey” homophobia AND as a bonus, mocked his friend for saying something kinda intellectual-like — you know how we hate all that book learnin’.
Also, he swore so much that even *I* was like, “GodDAMN, man. You wanna fuckin’ dial that back?”
So. Alas, tonight was not the night I lured an unsuspecting male back to my lair. But hope springs eternal!
The whole Aziz Ansari thing has brought up a lot of weird shit for me, because I know I’ve let things happen I didn’t want to, for a lot of different reasons, and the men couldn’t possibly have known I wasn’t into it, because I pretended to be. And I would never blame them for that.
That said, this woman is saying she made it clear, verbally and non, that she wanted to slow things down. And so I do blame him.
THAT said, I DID wonder why she didn’t leave, even having BEEN in similar situations where I ALSO didn’t leave, and I wasn’t even with a famously “woke” comedian who’s literally written a book on “Modern Romance.”