Speaking to that taxi driver really just showed me how sexually repressed I am, like damn, that old man swimming in pussy and we out here in a thousand year drought.
@wandering_soul if that old man is anything like the old man IM thinking of he's only swimming in pussy because he shares it, he's fucking pussy that would fuck anybody, and he doesn't mind, for him pussy is a part of life, like taking a dump, he enjoys it but he doesn't obsess over it, and in the same sense he also will never appreciate it the way someone who obsesses over it will
He told us about how he once did an exodus type journey to get to his gf's house because she called him for sex, which he saw as a "test of love" or so he explained; and when he completed it, she was all over him taking care of him like a dependable wife would. That same woman then left him for some other dude when she moved to the city, and they married and stuff.
That shit fucking fucks me up, man. What do you do? It probably is that she wasn't the type of girl he should have trusted, but who can you trust? He only wanted to fuck, but was still too naive to see clearly. When you're in love, you're in love.
That shit fucking fucks me up, man. What do you do? It probably is that she wasn't the type of girl he should have trusted, but who can you trust? He only wanted to fuck, but was still too naive to see clearly. When you're in love, you're in love.
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@wandering_soul Oh yea that basically happened to me to. Destroyed me mentally. I never recovered I don't think. I'm a shadow of my former self. It's funny in a cruel way.
It's just sad. Innocence is such a precious thing, once lost it never comes back. This sort of thing builds you up, and I hope you can mature holding or at least retaining a bit of optimism.
