MEN & SEX: Why They Don’t Get It…..The Story of Platinum (1 of 3 parts)
Sunday, October 12th, 2008As a social theorist I have encountered a great many people who have misunderstandings and communication difficulties with the opposite sex, especially since we now live in the era of EMPOWERED WOMEN. Given the confusion men have about women and women have about men, is it any wonder why personal relationships problems abound, especially where sex can be involved?
MEN AND SEX: WHY THEY DON’T GET IT
…“as ridiculous as it seems most men will sit there wanting to have sex so bad they can taste it but then let their own phobias ruin any potential they might have to engage in sensational sex with a woman obviously as luscious as you Platinum“….
Embodied in these blogs are the applied theories and the unwritten rules or axioms of behavior in personal relationships as written in the book titled, “Love Du Jour” How to Communicate with the Opposite Sex in the Era of Empowered Women.
PLATINUM
I was standing in the foyer of a restaurant talking business on my cell phone when I caught sight of her. The first thing that truly captured my attention was a thick head of pure platinum blonde hair as it floated past my eyes.
She didn’t even glance at me as she made her way into the restaurant. She kept the straight ahead “dead pan” stare in the manner most women are taught to do from right out of the womb when they see a man who even glimpses in their direction. Even though I did not catch a frontal view of her I was intrigued.
Between the classic strut that all models learn to walk and her slight S curved figure I could tell this woman had poise which very naturally drew in my eye on to her shape. I even said to myself, “this babe got poise” as she walked past the restaurant entrance and into the bar. From that early perspective “Platinum” (which is the name I will use to call her) gave me the impression her age was somewhere under 40.
I quickly finished my phone call and a few seconds later I entered the bar to behold that Platinum sat herself into a chair at the corner of the U shaped bar exactly right angle to me. Meanwhile, an elder man who had followed me through the entrance door to the bar joined Platinum on her other side. This allowed a direct open communication area between Platinum and I, should we decide to speak.
To this point even though I was intrigued by Platinum I rather ignored her and went on with a prior conversation I was having with a friend seated next to me on my left. The topic we had been discussing was “movies”, more specifically, “screenplays”. The thing that caught Platinum’s attention (she told me later) was when I said, “There are several key elements to a successful screenplay. The subtext & sub plots are nearly as important as the main plot.”
A minute or so after that comment the bar tender sat a drink in front of me and said, “The drink is on this woman” as she nodded her head in the direction of Platinum. Then I said to myself, “My, my my!” I smiled at the drink because I knew it was Platinum’s cue to me that it was OK for me to approach her.
I thanked her for the drink, asked her name, and then said, “Platinum, I want you to know I could not help but notice you when you walked past me in the foyer. And I thought I could scent”, as I spoke I put my nose slightly in the air and leaned into her just a bit and continued, “what is that,” I sniffed the air again, “Is that Fendi, the scent of romance you’re wearing”?
At that, Platinum looked straight into my eyes and said, “Yes.” Then she smiled and said, “You’re not gay or anything are you”? My reaction was immediate. I busted out laughing and said, “My dear, I already love your sense of humor”. Then I raised my glass toward hers, we tipped them together and then I said, “For the record? Not gay. The girl stuff that I know I learned mostly from the women who I worked with over the years”.
Platinum changed the subject and introduced me to the man she was with. He was her brother in law who I had seen in the bar before. As it turned out Platinum was caught between places. One lease was up where she had been living and her condo in SC was not yet ready. Since Platinum’s sister did not want her staying with them they had found Platinum a temporary apartment about two miles from the bar and in the direction of my apartment.
It became a bit obvious to me there was some sort of issue between Platinum and her sister so I did not ask about it. But then I volunteered to the brother in law who I could tell was in a hurry that I would be happy to see to it that Platinum got home safely. Since he knew me as a regular at the bar he had no problem with it. When he asked Platinum if she agreed she just said, “terrific”. At that, the brother in law downed the rest of his drink and was out the door. And now that I knew Platinum was unattached I began to wonder if she was game for sex.
As our conversation continued I could tell Platinum was probably older than 40. In fact, I finally realized she was probably older than me. She had a few wrinkles perhaps but I could tell this woman put many resources into her youthful look. I could also tell that she was very used to getting her way with men.
However, despite her poise this woman was massively insecure. In the few hours we spent together she asked me the proverbial female question, “Am I Pretty?” no less than 30 times. And I managed to find about as many ways to answer, “You’re not just pretty. You’re fascinating”.
While we were still at the bar she asked, “How come no one was looking at me until you did, and only after I bought you a drink?” I said, “Simple, two reasons. One, most men in this bar would be intimidated by the way you carry yourself. Your look is powerful. And Two, because of a little thing called male ego they would likely be afraid of what the other guys would think of their manhood if they approached a woman with some age on her.”
I continued, “And as stupid as it sounds most men will sit there wanting to have sex so bad they can taste it but then let their own phobias ruin any potential they might have to engage in sensational sex with someone obviously as luscious as you, by pretending to ignore the very thing they want!”
It took Platinum a few seconds to process my words. While she did, I sat with a smile and politely stared straight at her. I was expecting her to ask why I waited for her to buy me a drink before I spoke with her and I had an answer for that, but finally Platinum looked me straight in the eyes and in a slow low tone, she said, “Gary, I think you’re right. Why don’t weeee get out of here?”
Long story short, we made passionate love for a couple hours complete with noise. I nibbled on every fleshy part that protruded from Platinum’s body. The result was she orgasmed twice before I entered her with my penis. Then she achieved a third orgasm via intercourse. When we parted later that evening, we both sported great big smiles. BUT, that’s not the end of the story.
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