Where is the 5M's Head?
posted by Anonymous
I'm more than a little concerned about the 5M's interest in the Dude. True, he is virile. He has managed to sire 6 children. Good for him. However, who in his/her right mind would produce 6 children these days?
My concern is not so much with the Dude's sperm count as with the way the Dude is talking to the 5M. True, the 5M is desperate. And desperation breeds bad choices. Is the 5M really "open" to this particular possibility? We all can see why the 5M might find this heady conversation so refreshing after dealing with Mr. Asexual for so long. But, this Dude is a pervert, a weirdo and a freak.
I suspect this dirty talk went down at a nasty little cougar den called the Crab Shack. A good place to pick up crabs.
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Agatha, ye don't seem yerself, t'day.
As far as I can tell, 5M's only been offered some non-procreating activity with this prolific gent.
I have to admit, it doesn't seem likely that a fellow who spends enough time drawing pictures in Bridgehead to earn a nickname would be adequately supporting 6 children.
According to 5M, the Dude thinks the G/F is in the "process of leaving him". She is out of town. I've known both men and women who've used a move or a long trip to make a breakup happen by default.
I've also known both men and women who have made claims about their partners' mutual lack of interest in order to snag something on the side and later have it turn out that there wasn't such a lack after all. Of course, we men are more known for a lack of honesty on this front.
But I can't join in on the criticism of the boast of oral prowess. I don't know about these martinis, but after a few pints of grog, I've been known to make impressive (but not exagerated) claims about the spin-off skills one can acquire from years of whistling.
doG, I feel weary. I said I was an empirical coyote. The evidence is now in, and it wasn't long coming: It's one thing to 'remain open'. It's another entirely to 'climb onto the tracks, stand on the ties and wave your frilly hanky yoohoo at the train wreck that's screeching right at you'.
I'm gonna go over to a slough not too far from here there, plonk myself down in the mud between the cattails, take a long nap and ignore this painful debacle. It's gotta have gotten better by the time I wake up...
Sperm counts. Nasty choices. Crab shacks. The metablog has got itself all atizzy, verging on an excitable lather, so I suggest a brief sojourn at this slower-paced, more relaxing blog to help bring things back to an even keel, as 4th Dwarf might say when he's on the high seas.
As much as I'd like to see 5M entertain both herself and ourselves with some explicit attention even from an emotionally unhealthy, out of his mind, vainglorious braggart, she does say "Well, I know better than to go there..." and "Not that I'll go there. I know better,..."
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