Friday Night at The Black Horse -- Luton, UK
Have you ever noticed, that if you are not attracted to a particular type of woman, that type of woman always seems to be attracted to you? The same thing seems to happen with relations between different species. How many times does a cat ignore a cat person, and instead it insists on sitting on a non-cat person. It doesn't seem to occur with all members of a particular species... dogs are a notable exception, yet I have seen it happen occasionally with dogs. I am both a cat person, as well as a dog person... one of those rare people who get looked at as odd, by those who only prefer one species. I would have one of each if my apartment allowed pets. I had wanted a dog and a cat as a child. I asked for a Bull Terrier and a Manx cat, but my parents always said no.
I've spoken to many men about what they like. The general consensus seems to be they either have to be blonde, with big tits, big ass and legs that go on forever, or at least big breasts, and legs that to on forever. But me? I've never been very attracted to blondes. Never understood why so many men lust after them. Personally I like brunettes, the darker hair the better. Skin colour doesn't bother me. Dusky, olive, black, brown, white, I love them all, even more if they they have brown or even better, black hair. Redheads are OK, but give me that brown or better black haired girl. Some men will only date girls with blue eyes, others want green eyes. I don't care about eye colour, just the colour of a woman's hair. Some men fixate on breasts, others legs, some an hour glass figure, some even only want small breasted girls. Some men I knew even liked hairy women. Others want fat women. Me, I don't care about the breasts, arse or legs, just the colour of their hair and eyes.
Don't get me wrong, I like breasts, arse, legs, arms, basically their whole bodies, and all of their curves. But every woman is different, every woman to me is special, just not all were as special to me as a brown or black haired one. I just am not hung up on the size of the breasts and arse, nor do I think twice about legs that were longer, or shorter than average.
But brown and black haired girls are not necessarily attracted to me, of course. I understand that completely. A white man, with brown hair and dark green eyes, with a rather plain, forgettable face, not extremely athletic, just a shade under six feet tall and constantly aware of the hazards of eating the food I like, I know I can gain weight extremely easy. So I'm not exactly what most women seem to want. I'm not unfit, as I exercise daily, lift weights weekly, run every other day and swim laps on the other days. I'm fit, I'm just not jock fit.
Neither am I extremely adventurous, I'm not a bad boy, I don't do questionable activities, such as riding on the tops of land or air cars, parkour races over buildings, sky diving knife fights or any number of those things that young men do these days to impress the ladies. More than a century and a half after the beginning of the twenty first century and what has been called start of the age of mental health, we still cannot stop teenagers from doing stupid things for fun or entertainment. At least a hundred years ago they were able to put controls on social media sites that stopped most of the antisocial behaviours that troubled our ancestors.
I have always cared too much about people and I would never want to hurt someone by accident or intentionally be cruel, which is something a lot of women seem to crave in a man's behaviour. Now I know a lot of women are going to say they are not attracted to such men and that is a bad stereotype. But I have seen far too many women go for such bad boys to actually believe it isn't true. Especially when the ones that say they are not attracted to these men, are usually either dating or even married to them. Even then they tend to renew their marriages at the five and ten year licence renewals.
But while I'm not extremely adventurous, and I'm not going to do things that would hurt myself or want to hurt others even when asked to, I am a safe date. I make sure I get written or recorded voice permission before sex. Yes, I'm that careful. I have had a few girlfriends who were into BDSM, bondage, and other kinks. As long as they didn't expect me to permanently mark them or cut their skin, beat their arses too hard and make weals that scarred or hit and really hurt them, basically cause any permanent damage, we got along. I figured, if a girl had a need, and she wanted it, and it made her happy, then I would provide for her. Some girls, a small minority and certainly not all of course, get their pleasure from pain. I have always tried to give the women that I date what they wanted, what they felt they needed. And I found some of them actually needed someone who was willing to hurt them. But I just can't take the step to hurt others to satisfy my own or a third party's desires.
Most of my girlfriends have told me at one time or another that I'm good and safe... Yes, since I was sixteen, I have had many girlfriends, and I have 'Had' most of them. If you are not from the UK, get over it, sixteen is still the legal age here to have sex, exactly the same as most of the counties of the world now. And I have always insisted on practising safe sex. STD's may almost be a thing of the past, but I take my monthly anti-sperm and anti-STD tablets religiously. Therefore, I have no baby mommas. Girls, women really, tend to date me for between two and six months, on average just short of three months, and then dump me for one of those bad guys because, I'm not "exciting enough" even though they would all agree I provided for their wants and needs. Go figure! And they usually would always dumped me just when I was thinking I could live with them for the rest of my life, or I was wondering if I should propose to them for a beginners five year marriage.
And no, it isn't my package that is the problem either, I'm always told they were pleasantly surprised when they see what I'm packing. I'm not a giant in the nether regions, but neither am I exactly small. Well over eight inches long erect and thick enough that I usually need to take it easy the first few sessions and none of them had ever asked for anal, although I've been told by those that were interested in it, that many of them would gladly do so with thinner equipped men... just not with me.
But it is almost always the blondes and redheads that hit me up, and yes, I have ended up dating a large number of them. If you go to an all you can eat restaurant and all they have is pasta dishes, you eat pasta. I just never thought of them as a permanent partner material. And they always dumped me anyway. Brunettes just don't normally seem to be as attracted to me, as I was to them. Still I have dated them as well, and always with the same results, except those relationships were ones that never lasted very long, sometimes just two or three weeks of sex and fun. Even when I wanted them to last longer.
So it was odd, when one girl caught my attention. It because she was staring at me. Again, I may say girl, I mean woman of course, and she was definitely a woman. Hair as black as coal, so black it was that type of black that seemed to have blue highlights. She had dark brown eyes, almost black in colour, a light brown, almost caramel coloured, tanned skin, tightly curled hair that fanned out, but not kinky enough to maintain as an afro, but that would not have bothered me. She had a very nice athletic body covered with an attractive form fitting red dress. Her face was heart shaped, her eyes slightly tilted up at the corners, her cheek bones were higher than usual, and her lips were full and begged to be kissed.
I guess I should give a bit more on her figure, as most people seem to think they need to know exactly what a woman's body looks like. She had a short body, on top of long shapely legs. The dress ended just a few inches below her crotch, and she was not wearing tights or leggings, her smooth flawless skin didn't need them. Her hips were wide, waist small and a bust that was at least a C cup, firm cone shaped breasts with noticeable domed Areola and thick nipples that stuck out at least a half in inch. I could tell this, because like most women at this time in history, wasn't wearing a bra, and she jiggled gently as she moved, turned, or lifted her arms. Later I found they bounced, jiggled, and wobbled with every step.
I do sometimes get stared at, I think mostly because I think I have an incredibility forgettable face. People sometimes think I'm someone they know and often ask me where I know them from. So at first, I thought that was why she was watching me. But as the evening at my local pub, the Black Horse, one of the few old style pubs still about. I decided there must be something else involved. I was in-between girlfriends at the time, just out with some of my friends, a mixture of men and women, some of the women I had dated, their new men who were mostly their bad boy partners or with their girl friends to get away from those same partners, along with some of my other long time friends. I tend to stay friendly with everyone I meet, even those I have had dated or had sex with, and I even get friendly with their new boyfriends. My face is so forgettable, the boy friends never seem to get jealous of me. Maybe because they just don't recognise me.
Eventually, I decided to hell with it and I went over to where she was sitting on a high stool and said, "Hi".
