Picky, Picky...

Things are over with Christy and Marla is out of the country, but I did respond to a booty call from Submissive Liz on Saturday. She told me that last year she went home one night with Drinking Buddy, whose door is opposite mine. She said that he treated her like a nice girl, adding,

"....but you know me better."

Drinking Buddy had already told me about his one-nighter with Submissive Liz. He remarked that she's a multi-orgasmic girl but said that he couldn't finish---when she took off her clothes, he found her....flabbier than he initially expected. As the sex progressed, he started losing interest.

I thought this was curious---Drinking Buddy is rather overweight himself. He played college football as a center and runs regularly, but the guy is large and not in a muscular sense. I didn't say anything about it. Still....

There's something about guys. We can let ourselves go to pot, sit around in sports bars watching football all day and eating deep fried bar nash until our bellies prodtrude over our belt. We can wear the same old college sweatshirt with mustard stains and ratty jeans with tennis shoes. We can get sloppy about our grooming, using those ubiquitous baseball caps to cover our greasy unwashed hair. But we still want our girls to be waif-thin, hot, big chested babes. And it seems that the fattest guys in the bar are the first to crack wise about a girl's waistline.

Is it a defense mechanism? Sour grapes? Or are we just that blind to our imperfections?