(Borrowed from a friend of Mine with permission)
I see it all the time. Screenshots, comments, unsolicited dic pics. The recipient always questions the motive. Why? Why would you say something like that to me? What makes you think I wanted to see that? Did you not read my profile? Ewww!
Let me explain with a little story.
His name was Nick. That’s his real name, but I knew him fifty years ago, so I think it’s okay. He was a few years older than me, not someone whom I would call a friend, but a friend of a friend, and someone I would party with. Someone who could buy liquor, or would have better drugs than I did, ( hey, we’re talking the 70’s here ) He got me into some serious parties in SF, I’d get him into high school parties on the weekends.
To give you an idea of what he looked like, picture David Crosby, (Google) to a fucken T. Don’t laugh, but back then I thought I was the shit! Way better looking than that fuck! But, here’s the thing. He got way more pussy than I did.
Why?
Nick didn’t give a fuck!
He’d go into a party and pull his cock out, walk around and tell women, “Hi, I’m Nick.” “Shake hands with little Nick!” Then look down. He’d walk up to random women anywhere and ask them if they wanted to fuck. Parties, bars, parks, sidewalks, anywhere! He didn’t give a fuck. Slaps to the face? Hundreds. Drinks thrown to the face? Hundreds. Objects thrown at him? Hundreds. How could he take all that rejection? Nick. Didn’t. Give. A. Fuck.
Why do you do it Nick? Why do you take all that rejection? Why are you so crass?
Why? “Because every now and then, one of them says yes!”
Kink is full of Nicks.
Now show me your tits
