My delightful co-workers were going down (insert silly
sophomoric pun) a list of “do’s” and “don’ts”
for the boudoir. Don’t know if it was the alarming number of don’ts that were
hitting home or the sheer silly unpractical set of rules that was being
presented that caused the noticeable reaction my face was reflecting. “Have we
been a naughty lad”? Someone asks, and
guilt is quickly admitted (one finds it
is ALWAYS best to admit as opposed to deny, it just moves things along all the
faster) and then ask all of the ladies present do they REALLY want a man that
is always asking permission and perpetually polite. What conversationally
returned was the company line. Which in turn inspired me to push further.
“Fortune favors the bold” and which really leaves a lasting impression? The man
who, sensing the timing, seizes the moment or the man who sensing the same
instant asks for permission to (fill in the blank)?
Picture it, if you will, “Excuse me, may I place my tongue
just there” or “Pardon my penis, it tends to do that sometimes”. For the sake of not getting censored they
went further down the list of unacceptable behavior to which will not be
explored in great detail here, save for the fact that according to their list
your truly ranks as a right proper bastard. Then the thought struck me. Men
take, it is what we do. Now one can be a jerk about it or one can be a suave
devil it is all in the approach. Real men take charge without being a bully.
You want take anyone to a surprising place if they are laying out the route or
if you are unwilling to take a chance.
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