Jogo De Dentro, Jogo De Fora

There's another version of the game that I failed to mention in my response to The Game Guru's premiere piece. This one is definitely my favorite to play though there's definitely the risk of losing, so to speak. Let me briefly digress to reiterate the point I made in that earlier response: you should only play the game when the game is being played. In those rare and fortunate situations - I've been lucky enough to come across one recently - where the other person seems not inclined towards games, DON'T START THEM! Okay, had to say that.

Back to the lecture at hand...

Some of the most fun I've had in the back and forth game that concerns sex dating flirting etc comes when both parties acknowledge that a game is indeed afoot and aren't we enjoying this. Of course it's still game to acknowledge the game, but...oh now I've gone cross-eyed.

Recently I suffered a surprising rejection (that seemed to have stung enough for this to be its second mention on this here blog). Despite the frustrating outcome, all the games leading up to that point were completely worth it and very satisfying. We both knew we were flirting as email and phone call frequency increased. There was that yum of sexual tension. I got sucked right in and while I thought I played my hand quite well, in the end, she bested my dragon. Thing is, you CANNOT let that type of shit make you retroactively judge worthless the game leading up to it. Not only is that shit fun, it's also like sparring before the big fight. In my case the big fight will come when Pamela Gay's brain parasitically infects Anne Hathaway (you seen them titty?!?). And I want to be prepared for that day. So going brain to brain, flirt to flirt, game to game with a worthy adversary makes for some great training - even in defeat.

Whereas in most games, say, pick up soccer, people are willing to suffer a little defeat both for the physical and technical exercise and for the joy of the game, in pumpum and capoeira (two games I know a thing or two about) people seem to shy away from it. I suppose that's because dating and capoeira can leave bruises on both ego and body respectively. Anyway, I was never much of a fighter nor much of a dater, but as an outsider making his way in, I can assure all it's worth a little ouch.

Seriously LOOK at them titty! I love all sizes of breast if they fit the body they're attached to, but these make me want to crawl into her womb and back out again in the hopes I can trick her into letting me feed on the motherfuckers.