Rodney falls in the October 2005 triumvirate of sexual encounters or near misses that left me vowing to never again have any sort of a relationship with a man. (The other two are Graham and Charles, whose sad tales can be read elsewhere on this site.)
I met Rodney
online; he
was a second year at the University of Virginia, and his major was math-related,
which
was appropriate, since it turned out he did indeed have a head for
figures. I found him very attractive;
he had dark hair, a beautiful smile, and piercing blue eyes. Therefore,
when he confessed to having self-confidence problems, I proceeded to compliment him to the extent of
my abilities.
We went on to exchange a few e-mails before chatting again a
few nights later. In the second chat,
he asked what I had to offer him. I
replied, ‘my heart’. The next line he
typed was, ‘And?’. I responded that in
terms of a relationship, no one could ask for a more faithful, loving
partner.
Rodney replied that such qualities fell
under the category of ‘Heart’, and he clarified that he wanted to know what I
could offer to make him feel secure.
Assuming he was referring to his physical insecurities, I assured him
that I would remind him quite often of how beautiful he was.
The answer frustrated Rodney. He said I didn’t understand him. What he wanted to know was what I could
offer him financially to assuage his insecurities. His words aroused an immediate and overwhelming dislike, and I
ended the chat.
There are millions upon millions of cocks in this world; hell, half the world’s population comes equipped with them. And of all the things upon this earth worth paying for, the ‘privilege’ of sucking one ranks at the bottom of the list.