Luda says, he wants a lady in the street and a freak in bed.
But here’s the thing. In my experience, if you’re a lady in the street, a guy will get freaked out when you’re a freak in bed. They can’t handle it because it causes all sorts of weird respect issues. First you’re classy just like mom, and now you’re a sex kitten. It fucks up their heads. Jake told me that what guys actually want is a freak in the street who’s a freak in bed, but whom the guys can convert into a lady.
I’m not sure if I should just toss this wholesome label. On one hand, it serves me well and puts me in good standings with parents and the general adult world. But on the other hand, I’m stuck having to embody wholesomeness or risk freaking a guy out, so I have to act shy and even repressed in many aspects of my persona. I’m really kind of sick of it. And I’m sick of worrying that who I really am behind closed doors will freak out the guys who can’t handle what they thought they wanted. I’m not sure if my recent rampage is a cry for help or just me getting really tired of being stuck with this image that I feel pressured to maintain.
I think I’m starting to adapt to this virgin/whore conflict that guys project and it’s splitting me down the middle. There are the things you do with the boys that are the nice respectable boyfriend types, and then the things you do with the ones who you don’t care what they think the morning after. But I’m done, man. I can’t do this anymore. Guys–just accept that you’re a freakin’ lucky guy if you can get a girl who’s both sides of the virgin/whore coin. Don’t force her to pick. Then let her rock your world.
So make sure that you can actually handle a lady in the street and a freak in bed. Then call me.