Hmm, I didn’t read it that way exactly, but that the white men in this case were pursuing their interests using the same techniques they’d use to woo a wife. And that’s where they were losing.
Which makes me wonder if those same black men would approach a woman they were interested in beginning a long-term relationship in the same way. Or do they have two distinct courting behaviors, one for immediate gratification and the other for attracting a wife?
I dated a girl from Baja who called me Papi–and called her dad and her son that, too. I think in some places it’s just a generic badge of affection for a male relative/SO.
:eek: Paedo!
Us white guys are interested plenty–we just don’t know how to get it. :smack:
I can only speak for myself, but I sex with or without strings attached. As long as there isn’t too much blood on the string.
Gee, you sure know how to charm the ladies.
It’s my Asian/Catholic schoolgirl background, isn’t it? :smack:
Cool. Everyone knows girls on the rag are extra-horny.
May I agree with fetus in that the corpus of your posts here tends to indicate to both interested and disinterested observers alike that you picked your online name well, for communicating heat, tastefulness and sweetness 
(The Asian Catholic Schoolgirl thing… well I’m sure the gentlemen here cannot fail but take it into account, but we behave… just watch out for the ones who’ll ask if you still have and fit into the uniform… :eek: 
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Oh, and I misunderstood-I meant non-sexually.
My bad.
:o
Yeah, “I swear you get hotter with every single post” is one of my favorite lines.
Catholic school doesn’t have much to do with it–I’m not one of those guys. It’s your picture combined with your personality.
Anyway, I’m glad you weren’t visibly offended. I was getting worried!
I’m sure cultural differences play a part, but if he’s not talking up a storm while banging you silly, sometimes it’s just the guy. If I’m really into things I go almost non-verbal, as in I have to seriously concentrate to do much more than grunt or manage Og-simple sentences. “Turn over. Og want doggy-style!” I’m sure as hell not shy, and I talk well enough to charm women into trying things they weren’t sure they’d like (by all indications, they did enjoy them immensely though :D) but once we’re actually doing those things, I’m lucky if I can string together a sentence as complicated as, “Oh #%&* yeah, that feels good, baby!”
It’s actually a bad sign if I’m pretty coherent because it means I’m detached from the moment to some extent. I had one or two women who specifically requested dirty talk and I had a couple of problems with that. 1) I don’t write romance stories for a reason, and that reason is: I’m not that good at finding original ways to say, “I’m going to plunge my purple-headed love warrior into the torrid whirlpool of your womanhood,” especially while my balls are being licked. 2) If I hold on to enough upper faculties to make an attempt at original and hot dirty-talk, the reptile part of my brain part thinks, “Well, hell, no point diverting blood to the member when he’s still in wooing mode using that big ol’ cortex. Hey, arousal, time to take a nap.” Or, pretty much what fetus said; my boner go bye-bye.
Now, if you want a guy to make you hyperventilate so much that your toes go numb, or orgasm so hard that you lose track of time, space, and your sense of identity, I’m your man. I can do sexual innuendo, or whisper dirty deeds for later into your ear at a party while maintaining sexual tension until time for explosive consummation, but I can’t hold up much of a conversation once things get past clothing being undone. Sorry, I’m just wired that way.
I don’t know about have, but she’d still fit into it. She’s really beautiful and fit. And smart, too. Eat your hearts out, Dopermen, I got to meet her in the flesh! (Decently covered, it was at a restaurant.)
So, uh, how *you *doin’?
(“purple-headed love warrior” gigglesnort)
I have nothing to add to this thread except “I find your ideas intriguing and I wish to subscribe to your news letter.” Or what WhyNot said.
OK, it’s way too early for me to be breathing so hard.
Many apologies, ladies, but I’m married. Besides, now that I’m over 30 I’m starting to slow down a little. Hours-long sessions are starting to seem like more trouble than they’re worth sometimes.
I do appreciate the attention though.
I don’t think black men like dirty talk any more than white men, you just notice it more often because black people are so loud.
Best laugh today. Of course it’s only 0830, but still.
Okay, I let out a chuckle.
Just to clarify, my hubby and I are both (with a nod to Weird Al) whiter than sour cream. I am very, very proud that I singlehandedly, over a course of about 10 years, changed him from a 5 to a 3! When we first started seeing one another, he was silent, silent, silent. After a while, by being clear about what turns me on (and it ain’t silence, dammit!), I got him to a point where he would at least vocalize during, uh, key times. These days, though, we’ll be in a movie theater or a restaurant or bar or something, and he’ll pull me close and start whispering wonderful, explicit things in my ear! Yum!
Unfortunately, I can’t add anything to the black/white divide, because I have no sexual experience with black men, outside of my years as a phone sex operator. In that capacity, I’d have to say my results don’t count, because, hey, white men who are not comfortable with sexually explicit talk wouldn’t be calling a phone sex line, right?
It’s because coffee stunts arousal.