There goes that pesky sex drive again, making me do things I don't want to do. Making me bother that girl who just wants to be left alone. Making me go out and humiliate myself when I'd rather just stay in my comfort zone. I wish I could just turn it off, like a switch, so that I could concentrate on other things more productive. In truth, our sex drives have a purpose: they are what motivate us to procreate, and this is of course the driving force of the continuum of all species.
I'm always amazed at how women can be sort of asexual in a way in terms of not being motivated by sex to do almost everything, as men mostly are. Then, they can suddenly become sexual creatures when they are with the right person in the right circumstance. It is a very peculiar outcome of thousands of years of human evolution. The hunter and gatherers that we were have conditioned women to attach emotional bonds with those men who could provide the most food and resources. They didn't think with their eyes and try to sleep with the first willing participant as the hunters did. And so they attached an emotional bond with a man first, and then suddenly they become ferocious sexual beasts.
This is how things were with a girl I once dated. She had such an emotional bond with me, that I excited her sexually by almost everything I did. Had I met her on the street or perhaps in a bar, she might not have even been willing to engage in a conversation with me let alone sleep with me. The same woman who who would might not look at you twice, could suddenly become intensely sexual attracted to you if you strike the right emotional chords with her. This has frustrated men since the beginning of time, who merely wanted to spread their seed without any emotional baggage.
Meeting women in bars has its ups and downs. On the one hand you can get laid really fast and even jump-start head first into a relationship in the fast track. These usually never last longer than a month or two. One the other hand you must deal with rejection from very beautiful and highly sexualized women who just want to go out to drink and have a good time and who are not there to meet anyone. As frustrating as it is, the possibility of success far out weighs any fear of failure.
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