I'd like to jump his bone. (A stupid poem)

[hester_prynne]

I'd like to jump his bone
but he's got a woman at home
He tells me that I'm sweet
enough to make him cheat

He calls me everyday
says let's go out and play
every pat every hug is strong
probably because it's wrong

Each day I get more tempted
more reasons get invented
am I just a clown
for not letting my knickers down

Oh hell I could never go there
i prefer to tease him back
I could never betray a sister
my heart just ain't that black

Go ahead and call me stupid
for not taking what I can
but you see it would be impossible
for i'm not a typical man.

[hester_prynne]

Believe it or not, this stupid poem is really helping me to stick to my guns with this guy.

Anyone else ever had this dilemma?

Maybe I ought to read it outloud to him?
heh.
the libido is a wild and mysterious thing......

H

[tinkerjack]

I read this earlier, liked it a lot, the hitchcock ending nice twist.

here"s is what Herr Professor Elmer Fudd had to say about happiness and love.


b] "Believing that self-expansion is a basic motivation for human behavior, Aron and Aron (1986) state that people are attracted to others in whom they see the opportunity for self-expansion."[/b]



. Cathexes a discharge of energy onto the other, moping around the house, I forgot the feeling of being in love. I forgot that it hurts.



"SUBLIMATION: The redirection of sexual desire to "higher" aims. Freud saw sublimation as a protection against illness, since it allowed the subject to respond to sexual frustration (lack of gratification of the sexual impulse) by taking a new aim that, though still "genetically" (Introductory Lectures 16.345) related to the sexual impulse, is no longer properly sexual but social. In this way, civilization has been able to estimate "social aims above sexual (ultimately selfish) aims"

[hester_prynne]

Aha! the Cupid paradox.
The double edged arrow of love.
Pointed midway between your head and crotch.....would land it well, fairly close to the heart right?

C'mon Cupid! aim lower wouldya?

heh heh heh




h

[Doreen Peri]

I wrote this in 1990.

Nothing, Shaved to a Fine Point

There are plenty of them out there.....
plenty of them, they say.
Why a man walked up just yesterday!
He asked me if I'd like to go out
somewhere alone for just a while.
He winked and shrugged
and asked again,
inquiring with a smile.
I said no thank you, not tonight,
but maybe when the time was right
it might be ok.
He was a bit attractive, anyway.

He said he hoped I didn't mind
that he was married.
What, me care? I said,
and told him to get lost
and lose himself down the road somewhere.
Go anywhere, I said.
Anywhere but here.

He laughed aloud and acted like
I must be fooling with his head.
Ignoring what I said,
he told me pretty lines
about haunting eyes and long tan legs
and then he said--
(you won't believe this but it's true)--
he said his marriage was just a lie,
just a dead thing waiting to die.
There's plenty of them out there.
Ones like this are nothing new.

I said,
Dead things are dead.
If it ain't dead now,
it just a dead.
That's exactly what I said.

Tanned skin with blue jeans,
green eyes smiling in a pick-up truck,
winking out the window....
That's my kind of luck.
Oh, and then he asked if my old man would mind.
Well, wasn't that kind?

I told him that this kind of thing
may work out for some but not for me.
I said I respected his honesty.
For not lying or denying the lady
waiting patiently at home.
Honesty is at least something.
That is what I said.
I was trying to mess with the hole
in his head.

And yet he kept on talking,
winking like I cared.
Flirting like some secret
we had shared.

He said his home wasn't quite a home
and that she always understood
that he would be the way he would
and that they didn't share a bed.
Believe it or not.
That's exactly what he said.

And then I laughed so loud
my voice was out of joint--
imagining I was her,
waiting and pacing the floor
for a man worth nothing,
that's for sure--
nothing shaved to a fine point--
a man who spent his time
on a lousy line
while looking for some fleeting bliss
or something that seemed better than this....
than this love he called dead,
waiting quite alive at home in bed.

I laughed aloud then waived good-bye,
and shook my head and looked up to the sky.

There are plenty of them out there.
Plenty of them, they say.
Why a man walked up just yesterday.


doreen peri, 1990

[hester_prynne]

Well, i'll be hornswaggled!

Did you write this?
I love it!
Too shayve`!

H

[Doreen Peri]

Yeah, I wrote it 15 years ago. Same poem as yours. Same guy, probably. They're all the same guy.

I can't count how many times married or attached men have told me their marriage was "dead" and hit on me.

It sucks.

No wonder many women have the impression that all men cheat. We all get hit on by married men. What else would we think?

What's worse, though, believe me, is believing him that his marriage or relationship is over and falling for the crap. Don't ever fall for one of the assholes. Do yourself a favor. Ugh.

Damn liars.

[stilltrucking]

"you always get what's coming you never have to ask."

maybe that's my problem I believe that about women.

it is all just sublimation for me these days

Hawthorne's advice to men

Else it may be their miserable fortune, as it was Roger Chillingworth's, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble image of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality. But Hester ought long ago to have done with this injustice. What did it betoken? Had seven long years, under the torture of the scarlet letter, inflicted so much of misery, and wrought out no repentance?

I had this image of Sylvia Plath as this demure little american house wife. How wrong. Ted Hughes was at a party and a woman, a college professor had to go into the bathroom and vomit because she got so nauseous. Not revulsion but attraction, strange to me. The guy had two wives commit suicide, two in a row. But his daughter writes so lovingly of him.

I don't know why I am responding to you all here just a mystery to me those guys. but I am sure they get what they want plenty of times,

[iblieve]

Go ahead and call me stupid
for not taking what I can
but you see it would be impossible
for i'm not a typical man.

That line threw me cause I assumed you weren't a man and most men would jump at fresh meat, lol, cept me I learned to be loyal the hard way. Many a marrige and girlfriend lost because they couldn't keep their pants up around my friends. Nice write hester.

"C"