So youʼve just met a wonderful guy, thereʼs sparks flying between you and you think he has serious boyfriend potential but now youʼre stuck in a tug of war between your body, which says, “Jump him! Jump him now!”, and your head which is telling you that heʼll lose interest if you give it up too early. So what do guys really think and when is the right time todo the mattress mambo with someone for the first time?If you ask a bloke, the average response will be something like, “About five minutes,” but thatʼs just our ego and machoism talking.
One of the things women seem to forget about us men is, beneath it all, we are still Stone Age hunters, sure most of us donʼt go out and kill our dinner anymore but we still hunt. Send us to the shop for bread, we hunt the bread, we buy the bread, we bring the bread back to our cave. Never does it enter our intensely focused minds that we need butter to put on the bread.
Unfortunately this hunter mentality extends to our pursuit of the fairer sex as well. You see,hunting the beast with two backs is almost as much fun for us as making said beast.Looking back on my younger days I dated some women who I slept with after only knowing them for a couple of weeks. Sure it was great fun but I rapidly lost interest in pursuing any sort of emotional connection with them. But yet there were others who I knewfor only slightly longer before getting jiggy with it who I chased much harder.
So what was the difference between those women? It was the amount of effort I had to putin. Like a cat chasing a mouse the thrill is not in the metaphorical kill but in the chase itself.A mouse who runs head first into a wall knocking itself unconscious is not a particularly thrilling chase for the cat, but a mouse who ducks and weaves between the furniture, hidesunder the bookcase then makes a desperate dash for freedom, only to be cut down centimetres from the door, now thatʼs a hunt!
So what about the women who made my hunt for the beast with two backs longer and harder? Iʼve dated two like that, both went just a little bit further every time we fooled around and it drove me absolutely wild. Each time we were together I would be wondering if tonight was the night, only to be denied but feel the thrill knowing that next time could be it.
In the end, one of those women broke up with me before I had a chance to seal the deal, while I eventually did sleep with the other. Did I enjoy that hunt? Well I ended up marrying her.
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