"unrealistic romantic expectations" due to Disney Tales and John Hughes Flicks?

Ok, well Holly kinda explained the "rescue me/prince charming" influence, but Holly, this would be what, when you were a little girl? What happened in your teens? That is when much of your perceptions and values and expectations should have been shaped, hopefully through a healthy High School dating history and not at the hands of a sneaky Uncle, or at the hands of the Football team running a train on your ass and mouth every Saturday Night after a Keg or 3.

Gia, was it Andrew McCarthy In Pretty in Pink, or Jake in Sixteen Candles, or Ferris Burglar running his ass all over Chicago? I so wanted to splooge in Mia -Sloan Peterson-Sara even before I ever saw a open mouthed cumshot in a porn flick.

Your first problem ladies is that you even HAVE romantic expectations. You just said it yourself, no one is perfect. Now dont just say that, BELIEVE it and accept it...you are old enough now, you have to accept it. People are messy....guys are messy, and sometimes they even smell too. Somedays he wont notice your hair looks nice or your new dress, somedays he will fart under the covers or his CUM will taste Horrible, and some days he will scowl at what you choose to wear out to dinner and dancing. Fuck all the expectations and simply take each man one at a time, and then AFTER you get an impression of what he is like for real and not through your impossible looking glass, weigh the plusses and minusses of what YOU want and what he can deliver to see what it balances out at....

I was lucky (*tongue in cheek*). Growing up my first 18 years, 1/3 were spent in the hospital. My first makeout session was in Shriner's Hospital with a girl with Scoliosis from Cyprus...Greek Chicks rule. My "expectations" were shaped entirely (almost) by nurses. Nurses Nurses Nurses. When I was in High School, i was a little bit Ferris Burglar only because I easily associated, and was friends with ALL clicques and groups. The sports teams liked the fact I knew a lot of pre-nursing students from the technical schools in Hartford and Springfield who worked as Candy Stripers I met while in the hospital. And of course, I learned early on I could get chicks, even the hot ones, to do shit for me if I employed "tit for tat"....I remember asking myself at age 13 "Just what is TAT, and how can I go about trading it in...?"

I'd do homework for the hot bimbos with huge tits who always knew to loosen their blouses a little more when sitting next to me as I explained/intentionally bamboozled: "If X = 9 and y = 7, what is the square root of a Triangle?" "ummmm, Pi?" "noooo, come closer and let me explain it another way..." I'd buy the sluts their Cigs because no one ever carded me and they'd sit on my lap, light up, and grind their butt into my crotch while rocking back and forth on my knee in their crotch. I was never around long enough between hospitalizations to have a relationship with any of them, but one time, a few weeks before the prom, one special 17 yr old slut-with-a-heart-of-gold snuck into the hospital after visiting hours and brought me a Pizza and stayed with me until 2 am, giving me two handjobs despite my legs being in plaster casts, as we made out and watched Radio 1990 all night. Of course, i did write her paper on Wuthering Heights for her and got her a "B+" when she only needed a C. One goood thing about Hospital Sex is there is always some really good lube within arms reach....

Bottom line, I find life to be much simpler and less full of headaches and heartache by clearly delineating with my female friends and whorefriends between sex and friendship. As soon as my penis is involved and their is NOT a corresponding dollar amount or other form of exchange associated with penis' said involvement, thats when bullshit starts and people get confused and upset...and as a result, I find I am a better friend, confidant and burglar to all my female friends, whores or not.