Traitor to My Sisters?
I sometimes feel this way. This is because I hear so many stories (admittedly anecdotal) from men that tell me I'm one of the few women who answer their dating site mail. And I'm very rare because I actually will meet guys in a timely fashion. I don't necessarily like to email and blather on IM to some guy who lives less than 15 minutes from me. I'd rather cut to the chase and get while the gettins good.
I find this to be most profitable in my sex as a recreational sport sort of lifestyle.
That's not to say I have sex with every guy I meet. I do have to like to look at the guy. I have to like to talk to the guy. Without these two things I can't imagine why I'd want to have sex with someone I don't like.
Unless of course he has a big dick.
Ok. That's not true. I don't care if a guy has a big dick or not. I'm not a size queen by any means, but I do like a nice surprise from the big dick gift department occasionally.
If I limited myself to just big dicks, then I'd miss out on the perks of those with smaller dicks. And usually the perks in the small dick department are way worth it.
Regarding being a traitor. It seems that I'm supposed to put a profile up (with pictures of my best and much cuter and thinner friend, who probably is my friend out of pity alone), write a lot of teasing statements and then only respond vaguely to guys who are ruggedly and impossibly handsome. After that I should suggest we meet and then put him off until the end of time, by which time, I'll have found some dipshit at the bar who is a drunk and can't get it up. And the circle starts again.
So if I'm a traitor because I show common decency to tell some guy I'm interested (or not interested), then so be it. I'd rather be a traitor than a stupid c*nt any day.