I'm 23 and I think about sex multiple times a day (even the days when Ive already had sex) but I don't try to pursue just any attractive female that I see or make conversation with... that kind of mentality seems so forced to me. A lot of guys do try way too hard and it's a bit pathetic. If that type of chemistry arises between a girl and I... I will certainly pursue it. If not, I don't try to force it... that's sort of a waste of time and a lot of people's feelings get hurt because of some guys' willingness to do or say anything to get laid, which isn't cool (i.e. acting like you want a relationship just so you can have sex with a girl).
I'm kind of picky though... even if it's something casual I still want to meet a girl I can have good conversation with and click with.
It's funny watching a lot of those guys though, I run into them at parties sometimes (usually don't run with that kind of crowd) and it's funny to see them in pursuit. I've always had more luck being the quiet, calm and confident guy.
To each their own I guess.
I'm kind of picky though... even if it's something casual I still want to meet a girl I can have good conversation with and click with.
It's funny watching a lot of those guys though, I run into them at parties sometimes (usually don't run with that kind of crowd) and it's funny to see them in pursuit. I've always had more luck being the quiet, calm and confident guy.
To each their own I guess.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
