Inside man s mind dating divas

inside man s mind dating divas

Sex. Women. Sex. What's for lunch? Sex. Alas, that pretty much sums up Guy Brain. Hopefully, after reading this, you'll have a better grasp on why my gender behaves the way we do. Oh, and if I've ever undressed you with my eyes on the subway, my apologies. I probably wasn't the only one.

8:40 a.m. I shower and think about Jessica,* the tall blond from the office I hooked up with six months ago. Not good considering I'm currently dating a 22-year-old brunette, Anna. In six weeks she's fallen for me hard , but the age difference—I've got her by a decade—has started to make me feel more like a counselor than a boyfriend. With every piece of career advice she asks for and I dole out, the sex loses its excitement. I wash my hair and ponder how to end things painlessly with Anna. By the time I reach for conditioner, I'm back to imagining Jessica naked.

9:25 a.m. I spot Hipster Chick on the subway. I see her every day with her leather jacket and rock star haircut. I weigh asking her out and realize if she says no, I'll still see her daily for the rest of my working life. This is the 325th morning I come to this "realization."

11:45 a.m. I must work in the quietest office in New York; it drives me insane. No matter how low my music is, my ponytailed coworker always asks me via e-mail to turn it down. I picture what his apartment is like and decide it's all houseplants and cats.

12:40 p.m. Lunch at my desk. I was thinking sushi but kept envisioning the rolls wrapped in bacon, so I go with a bacon cheeseburger. I can't stop fantasizing about Jessica. Certain sexual episodes get locked in my head and then replay like porn. Jessica's been in heavy rotation all week.

6:54 p.m. On the subway home, I picture the woman across from me with the violin case performing this Ravel piece I love, then letting me ravish her onstage at Carnegie Hall. "You're deplorable," I tell myself. My self seems unconcerned.

10:35 p.m. I look in the window of the bar near my house to see if there are any cute women (I do this every time I walk by). There are, and I feel exhilarated, like I'm about to embark on a road trip. I go in and know exactly where I want to sit: by the blond in knee-high boots.

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