Sunday, November 23, 2014
The Aggressive Woman
is frequently let down, end-
ing up with fellows rather
be at football contests.
When she discovers the slick
sexual technician she sought,
and invests a ton of emotion,
he proves a shallow, lying
sonofabitch. Such a surprise? Go
to a cheap store and wonder
what you bought after? So why
not tutor a decent bloke?
It’s not Rocket Science, though
devilishly complex, nonetheless,
on the less mechanistic side.
After awarding his diploma,
go to the game with him,
and meet the other women,
who expected what they got.
They’re laughing anew, and only
softly ironic. And when the guys
catapult into the game
to scream, stay at
the tailgate party, where
the swelling cheers roll back
into talk of women and men.
But more bemused than acid.
Labels: football, relationship, sex, sexual competence, sexual technology, tailgate
