Ever since I was in college, I've heard the phrase, "Well, she/he talks a good screw", but I never digested what it really meant. I laughed at the concept. I just thought it was one of those phrases that men and women put together to ultimately mean that all the talk to get a potential love partner into bedroom situations was better than the actual performance - or worse yet, a tease or come-on that never led to even second base or to bed even by the proverbial third date rule. I'm sure we all can relate, somehow. Been there. Done that. Bought the t-shirt in the gift shop. Huh?
Yeah, it's kind of "a thing". It happens andΒ c'est la vie.Β "Next!"Β Sure, you can laugh about it now. Tell it to your blue balls.
The story I'm about to tell may or may not be true. In fact, it probably isn't. Just another sex-crazed idea that bounces around in the head-spaces between the ears of a regular guy as he imagines who is really on the other end of those positive, creative and suggestive comments - written by various people over the years - to his most innocent of blogs, opinions and self-imposed writing assignments posted to online blog-o-sphere. For safety and simplicity's sake, I'm going to combine all those people into one composite fictional person. Chances are, it will never be read, anyway.
It all started about six years ago. It only seems like yesterday, but of course, time seems to fly in the face of an older guy rushing toward that final fade-to-black. As all bloggers know, we post our stuff online for the folks we have "befriended" at that blog site, who then have the opportunity to express their opinions and make comments. Most are generally supportive, some rude and argumentative - which are then, "un-friended" - and those very select few who actually bother to read and understand what ideas I was attempting to convey. I was using the college level English language, but with high school level vocabulary for those who may be impaired. Those comments had the most validity and therefore became the most valuable people. As I read their blogs, I began to really read-into what the responding person was trying to say.
As time continued, the blogs became, more or less, focused on each other. This is serious and risky behavior online. This isn't a box of chocolates - Forrest Gump kind of thing. While fun, exciting and only slightly dangerous, we continued writing AT each other, all the while remaining public in the blog site. To get rid of a lot of borderline "friends", I began to post blogs that neither expressed my personal opinions or ideas, stories or memories. One by one, my "friends" disappeared... all except one or two. I announced that I was leaving the site as it was taking too much of my time and was getting vicious - which is a common complaint online these days. It was ironic that I created it myself. (There really are a lot of whacked-out people who have internet access out there and an opinion to bully onto the weak-minded masses.)
