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Sunday, January 28, 2007 A Temper Tantrum emotional ranting of a pouty girlPart 1~ a little ranting I don't understand it. Let me set the stage. A guy compiles a profile that is intelligent and interesting. He begins to exchange emails with a girl, his words are thoughtful and polite. However, once the girl ventures into online conversation with him, everything he types revolves around sex! From questions about her masturbatory practices to what positions she likes, the guy becomes someone totally opposite who the girl was attracted to in the beginning. I know that the sex discussions have to come up at some point to see if both people are compatible, but why does it have to be the first thing independently asked? To be honest, it makes the girl think that one of two things are going on: a.) the guy isn’t getting any at all and is desperate for it. Or b.) the only thing the guy wants is to bust a nut and once he achieves that he is back to his normal life. I’m not a prude and I am a sexual being, but good grief I have to know more about someone other than they call themselves a dominant or master. A little bit of respect goes a long way. It’s not that I want something permanent right now, although it would be nice to meet the One for me, but its not something I’m determined to have immediately. I know I am pretty demanding most of the time, especially when it comes to a Partner. What do I want, you ask?  Update: I have figured it out! I know why the 'pushy-talk about sex before I'm ready' thing bothers me! If the guy cannot control his own testosterone, needs, and urges enough to be a considerate conversationalist while online... then how can he control it when/if we are together in person? And if he can't, how can he possibly begin to control another person? I do not want to be in another situation where the guy cannot control himself! Part 2~ a little pouting I just want to stomp my foot and whine “Someone pay attention to me!” Not my breasts, not my sexual thoughts, but ME! The little girl inside! The woman that I am! We’ve all had those moments where the lonely feeling is overwhelming. When I watch the news and hear about all these Americans who give their life in the war, on the streets, and in accidental fires… I wonder if the right One for me is even still alive out there. I hate feeling like this, having those types of thoughts. I get hit on a good bit when I go out, even if its at the gas station or taking a client to the ER. It’s not that I have a shortage of offers for male company, it’s that level of emotional/mental companionship that I can’t find. I’m in charge all the time at work and with my family, but I crave those moments of someone petting my hair as he whispers “don’t worry elana, I’m here.” Or even just having him pull my hair the right way telling me to focus on him, and everything else will work out.  I'm not always pouty. I'm not always pessimistic. But I'm not necessarily an optimistic romantic either. I am a closet romantic, my heart can be won with the small simple things. But I'm also realistic enough to know that the right one for me will be able to handle these moods or thoughts, even if all he does is draw me a hot bath and offer support.  
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