fuck buddy

I don't know what drew me to this conclusion. Whatever it is, I think I ain't wrong altogether when I say that men for me are merely objects to derive pleasure from. I don't see myself having any kind of emotional attachment with them. Either I've been perennially unlucky to meet only insensitive men or men who cry at the drop of a hat. Both kinds irritate me to the core and therefore my opinion about men continue to remain the same.

My conversations with my girl pal A have been extremely productive because of our similar views regarding most matters concerning men. We are not anti-men ; we drool over them like dogs do at the sight of a bone but nonetheless our affection towards men also run along similar lines. There is complete absence of emotional attachment. For us men are nothing just one large chunk of flesh waiting and wanting to be used in a manner that will give maximum pleasure to the both the person's concerned. I agree it does sound like we belong to some animal race and not human beings but then that is the plain truth. I think with every passing day me and my friends have come to realise the futility of trying to find the perfect guy or someone worth compromising for. The wait seems to be endless. I don't want to sound like cynic but then do I have an option?