I am an efficient person. Affection and love are foreign concepts in my mind. When others express those emotions to me I feel uncomfortable, and a little nauseous. So why do I bother getting in relationships? Well, there are a few reasons.
First of all I love sex. Primal, dominating, fighting, gory sex. If the sex is good I can stay with someone for quite awhile. That is if they're willing to stay with me. Most men don't understand that women can be sexual sadists, and I am not referring to fuzzy handcuffs and spankings. I need rope, duct tape and a stun gun. As far as I am concerned if he isn't writhing in pain, it isn't fun for me.
Social standing is a big one for me. Not so much being a socialite within the community, more of people who can get me where I want to go. This usually relates to my job. If I want to work an autopsy that interests me in the next county, I need a way to have an in. Or if there is a horse I want to ride that isn't available to try, I need someone to make a few calls. I have a few exes on speed dial for just that reason.
The only other reason I've ever dated anyone is for their wallets. Yes, I'm that shallow. New cars, island vacations, new wardrobe. I'll take it all. I'll smile and act nice at your company and family functions until you are no longer useful for me. Or I'm simply bored with you. And no, I don't see a problem with this.
But occasionally I wonder, why do people stay in relationships? Obviously I'm not cut out for them, but surely others are. Then I see people who seemingly hate each other yet go home together. I just don't understand.
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