Toxic Men

Why are we attracted to men that are bad for us? Is it the sex? Is it the chemistry? Perhaps it’s a combination of both that keeps us begging for more but we know that these guys will end up hurting us in one form another.

There are men that give you great sex and nothing more. They are not interested in a relationship and they are not even interested in knowing what you do with your free time. That’s fine for a while if you’re also just into the sex for the time being but at a certain point you feel like the sex becomes meaningless and it’s time to move onto the next one. I had a few of those in my time. In fact there was one that lived 100meters from my flat. It we convenient, easy and very practical. He would come over, we would make useless small talk and then start sexing. He never spent the night, although I wouldn’t have minded. But I guess he figured it would turn into something more than just sexy. So nothing further happened. After a few times we just kind dropped contact with each other. It was fine. There was nothing more than just sex. But it takes a strong person. You have to put your emotions in a drawer and completely understand that it’s just sex and it will always just be sex.They are just fuck buddies. That's all.

Then there are the guys who you meet for just sex and have the most natural time and fluid intellectual conversations. Unfortunately they have plenty of lovers and you are somewhere on that list and they are making their way down that list. Who knows when he’ll get to your name again, that’s if he even jots down your name to begin with. Maybe he just has a list of numbers and next to it is a detailed description of your looks, sexual preferences and performance. But these are the guys you keep going back for hoping to get a little something more. Maybe you can crack them. Maybe you are the one that can change the way they feel about a relationship. Maybe over time he will realize how great you two are together and it’s about time he changed his ways. Do you notice many warning signs? I’ve been there far too many times and since I’m single you can see that it never works out. It’s just a recipe for disaster and you are just setting yourself up for a bucket of tears.

I call them toxic men. That’s what they are. When they are with you, life is amazing and once it’s over the toxins begin to release in your emotions. We know we shouldn’t get involved but we do it anyway. Will we ever learn? I guess the heart wants what it wants.

*melocoton*

I got scared...

If another man ever says to me 'i got scared', I might be tempted to cut his balls up, marinate them in his pool of blood and feed them to the lions. 

Human kind has seen growth over the years. Man has seen none. They are still not reluctant to use the oldest, lamest excuse in the book...'I got scared'.  If you're going to use an excuse, I at least expect a bit of creativity. Maybe they just saw the Sex and the City movie where Big calls of the wedding because he got scared...after 10 years.


'It's not that I don't like you but I don't want to hurt you and give you the wrong impression'. This was his excuse for not messaging or reply to messages. Why can't men just communicate properly. Is that asking too much? This particular guy claimed to have never had a relationship (which I completely believe based on his attitude) and never hooking up. 


There must be something in the water in this town, surely, because he reminds me of my ex, which is why we broke up. A lot of contradiction in what he said and his behaviour.


'If you think I don't want a boyfriend, it's not true.  Sometimes I feel sad that I don't have one'. 
People like you don't deserve one. You'll just use them, abuse them and leave them emotionally tangled in a web they can't get out of. 


If you really want a partner then perhaps you should change your attitude and start giving people a chance and not writing them off after the first date. Give people the benefit of the doubt. Put your penis on a leash and let the mind do the talking for a minute. Maybe you'll find some common ground.


I'm so fed up with men in this town. They behave like children. Maybe that's because most of them still live at home until they are 30-35. Maybe they don't know how to behave like adults since they are still being pampered at home. 

Grow up!


*melocoton*

Pick up the god damn phone.

What is with men and not being able to communicate?!?!


Maybe it's because I hold a communications degree or maybe it's because my mother taught me manners or maybe it's just because I have common sense but what the fuck is up with the men out there not being able to communicate?


It's called a phone and the last time I checked you have one, so use it. Say something. Say anything. Lie. Whatever. But radio silence is one of those things that drives me craaaaaaazy. If you don't want to talk to me tell me your busy or you don't fancy me or you're fucking some other broad. It's really rude to ignore. 


In the words of comedian Russel Peters, 'be a man'. 


*melocoton*

Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

I got talking with a friend of mine and she asked me if I had ever regretted breaking up with someone. I had to briefly scan through all the exes and the truth is NO. 


I'd like to think that the relationships of the past ended for the right reason. Whether it be that we were incompatible or that we had absolutely nothing in common... except for the sex. And a relationship with only sex can only go on for so long before the sex itself starts to deteriorate. It would also seem that I have a track record of not remaining friends with my exes. Once it's over it's pretty much over. Except for the last relationship where we broke up 4 times within the course of 9 months. You see this final break up was very easy. After having it done it 3 times you tend to master the break up the fourth time around. 


I guess you may tend to wonder what could have been the future if you were still together and I guess my point of view is that I'm kinda glad that there is no future with any of my exes. Why bother reminiscing about the past when you can look forward to the future. I'm still optimistic somewhere deep down that the positive match is somewhere out there and when you find him/her, things should just fly. 


And if you should happen to come across a frog... grab it and kiss the fuck out of it. 


*melocoton*

Why gamle?

In the words of our dearest Carrie Bradshaw, 'if you know the house always wins, why gamble?'. This could work in many situations but I think what she means is that if you know that love hurts then why even bother? I guess there is no real answer to that other than never try never know. And even though the house eventually always wins you play the game hoping it's your lucky day. The trying may have consequences and side effects but without trying there is no crying. We are all hopeless (romantics). 
-melocoton

My Vagina is Depressed!

Or at least it´s feeling a little blue. Maybe it´s because I spent a little too much time in the sun today and my skin has now taken on a darker more painful shade of pink, or maybe it´s simply because it´s the month of august. Tourist season has now reached its peak and the catalans have flewn the city for their summer houses in the mountains or up the coast. Do you not get as much action from the tourists as you do from the natives you now ask yourselves. The answer is no. Why not? Well I´m sure it´s a possibility, it´s not like picking up a drunken vacationing northern European is considered a challenge by yours truly. However, call me crazy but, there´s something I find unappealing about these loud, pale and pasty looking, drunken men in FBI* t-shirts who seem to have checked common sense and manners at the passport control in their home country. What is it about the concept of vacation that somehow indicates it´s fully allowed to behave like a drooling cave man non stop for a week? In fact, the more I think about it, no wonder my vagina is depressed! It´s fucking august! Bring on september and bring home those slutty catalan boys who knows how to get you laid properly, si us plau!


*(Female Body Inspector) I know, it´s funny isn´t it? Genious! Heh heh heheh heheh… ( I don´t know, I can´t get my Beavis and Butthead laugh quite right.)

xxCorazón

Sex or Companionship

It occurred to me today that when you're going through a dry spell all you're craving is the touch and feel of a man and when that happens the moment is over all too soon. So what next?


What is it that we're looking for? Is it simply just the sex or the companionship of a fruitful something... I quite haven't figured it out yet. Sure the sex is fantastic but when the moment is over don't you just want someone you can continue spending the day with, go for a walk, a movie, just lie around and be lazy with? Surely it shouldn't be so hard to find but then why is it?... so hard. 


Are we simply hopeless?


^^melocoton^^

I just can't get enough...

How much is too much? BTW, I’m referring to men. How many should you/could you be seeing at the same time? There is no rule really. However many you can manage without over-booking, I would say. Well it seems I’ve got a few in cue.

I arranged for one to sleep over, let’s call him Drew. He would spend the night and cuddle into the wee hours until he would have to go home. A half hour before he was supposed to come over, another acquaintance messaged me. He was being subtle. ‘Hey how are you. I’m going for a beer but can drop by your place and you can tell me all about your trip’. What he really meant was ‘I’ve got half an hour, wanna fuck’? Although I wanted to, the timing was just horrible. I hadn’t seen him in over a month and could use a refresher with this one. But how could I cancel on Drew? I couldn’t. So I said ‘i’m kinda hungover and going to bed’. But he didn’t get the hint and kept persisting. The problem is we’ve both got crazy schedules and work a lot so it’s almost impossible to meet. Oh well. There will be a next time. And hopefully that time I will have a slot open.  

It got me thinking, there are traits I like in both these men. If only I could mesh them together to create the ideal man. Are we too picky? Will we ever find Mr. Right? I guess we should just stick to Mr. Right-NOW.

Over-sexed and under-fucked...

I was recently in Toronto and oh boy oh boy what a contrast it is to Barcelona. If Barcelona screams 'sex', Toronto must scream 'oversexed and under-fucked'.


Maybe it's the city. Maybe it's the fast paced environment of the largest metropolitan city in Canada that leaves little time to think about anything but work. I don't know what it is. People were cold and in need of a good fuck. It must have something to do with the climate. Here in the mediterranean people walk down the street not knowing what could happen. You think you're just going out to get a baguette but suddenly approached by a dark handsom stranger. A hello leads to coffee in the square. Maybe you part ways, maybe you go home alone or maybe you wake up the next day in 400 thread egyptian cotton sheets. Who knows. 


...and then you realize you forgot to call in sick. oops. 


^^melocoton^^