You also eliminate E, the class of men who don’t worry about whether she’s a slut and aren’t going to go on ten dates before finding out if she’s lousy in the sack, has weird hang-ups, can’t orgasm, whether she trims, and etc. Is this the kind of girl that can kill half a bottle of wine, screw for awhile then nestle up and share Chinese takeout while watching Animal Planet? Call me crazy but I want to know before I go on ten dates, because that’s like, non-negotiable.
Because that’s like two months. Even assuming I’m willing to sit around getting horned up for two months with no relief, I’m not going to invest that kind of time just to find out she’s a crappy lay. And to be honest, I don’t know many girls that are going to invest two months to find out the same thing about me.
Plus I’m a big believer in boning when the time is right. First date, third date, maybe tenth date. But if it took ten dates to get to the right time, in my opinion you’re doing it wrong.
Of course.