Ksarino,
Hey man, i love your honesty. I also love your sincerity in your posts. But you shouldn't take everyone here too serious. A lot of people here are just being funny. I love funny, you should too--the comment about the doing nails at a hair salon and comparing it to a profession of a Dominican engineer cracked me up. I have some Dominican cousins who are engineers at various hair salons on 231st & White Plains road in the Bronx.
But look, that's not what i wanted to talk to you about. i want to talk to you about "Crazy,"
The world is not getting any "Saner" out there. You got to come to terms with "Crazy"--make it your best friend, and make it work for you. Crazy is good, but only if you know how to control it. I'll use my taste in women as an example:
I only date crazy girls. Always have. I also date big girls, but that's another story. I love crazy girls for several reasons. First, they're usually fantastic in bed. In bed, crazy women are like, well...how should i put it...fuc^king Crazy! They bite, they scratch, they scream out, they call out different people's names, and sometimes they sound like an alley cat making love...and that's if you stick it in the right hole.
I love crazy because "Normal" bores me to death. Normal girls are too relaxed, too complacent, too didactic. I hate normal. i hate normal almost as much as i hate boring. Anyone can get a heaping dose of boring in the bedroom. Give me something that swings from the chandeliers, someone who does gymnastics in bed, someone willing to try everything kinky out before lunchtime...but i especially like someone willing to do all of these things "sober." I don't want someone who needs to be on some chemical to be crazy. I want someone naturally crazy.
The strange thing is how i came about understanding Crazy. I mean, like everyone, i recognized Crazy when i saw it. I certainly recognized it when it was standing in front of me, kissing me, and biting my tongue and taking a chunk out of it...but there are so many different levels of Crazy. Personally, i like the "sleeper" type crazy...you know the one...where they look and act normal, but when the door is closed they go completely stark wild Crazy--tearing your clothes off, tearing their clothes off, climbing the walls and doing back flips across the room. But, like i said, i don't like "drug" crazy or "alcohol" crazy. I hate that type of crazy. If you need chemicals in you to be crazy, I am not interested. If you can't be fun and entertaining without chemicals inside you, i am not interested. But if you are naturally wild, completely mad, and open to experimentation while you're completely stark sober--i'm interested. I am very interested. Because, to me, that means you are comfortable with your craziness. You've come to terms with it. You've made a pact with your craziness. But more then this...you understand your craziness. I can get behind that. I can support that.
I hate boring. the world is already filled with enough boring people as it is. I like people willing to get off their asses and experiment, try new things, risk their reputation, risk being labeled deranged, mad, spontaneous, and insane. I love people who are unique and interesting.
I once had sex with a Jehovah Witness who stopped by my house with her family. I didn't have sex with her right there. No, she came back later and we had sex everywhere. She was crazy..the good, fun kind of crazy.
I've dated a lot. A whole lot. If i had to take a guess, I suppose i've been with around between 1500 to 2000 women...not including farm animals. That's no joke: 12 years on ships, 34 years in bars and restaurants around the world. Math doesn't lie. If i sit down and do the math, it adds up. But that's not remotely important, nor is it bragging...it's simply how it is in the service industry when you are single, young, and a little "crazy." I've worked on a lot of cruise ships...now you want to talk about wild sex, crazy sex....one day i will tell you about cruise ship life. No, better yet, i'll write a book about it.
Anyway, i say stick with your girl. Embrace her craziness, make it work for you. The last thing you want in this world is to be with a 'Normal" girl. Normal is boring, its redundant, its complacent, and it's fuc^king demoralizing. What you want is someone who swings from the chandeliers and screams out your name--or someone elses--and making primitive screeching noises and sounds like two cats making love in a dark alley while wild dogs stand behind chain-linked fences driving themselves into a frenzy trying to get at them.
I know Crazy. You should too.
Frank