Well, for the boys at the table...

A very interesting weekend was to be had with my lovely group of friends.

A day of climbing at Mt. Ngungun was a very excellent way to start the weekend.  We took to the new set of routes like we were old pros at climbing.  And since we pretty much are, nothing less then this was expected.  I, once again failed at a specific climb....due to frustration.  Heather was very in tune to put out there for me to acknowledge;  I do get frustrated.  And scared to be honest.  As soon as I start to feel my shoulder, I panic and worry that I'm going to pull it out of the socket, which then leads me to get frustrated, which then leads me to blowing off the climb.

So, zen I must find.  Which I'm told is found within.  However, within is so disorganised that unless it has a neon sign and its screaming "I'm here!  Right here!"  Then I may not be able to find zen in any reasonable manner of time.

That night was a very pleasant evening with Mel, Crispy, PIB, and Christian.  We played a board game.  To be honest, the board game was supposed to be a drinking game (it was St. Patricks Day for crying out loud); however, we are a bit too old for that apparently, because we were stuck having so much fun with the actual game, that drinking was secondary.

I tried some fantastic new whiskeys.  Thanks Mel.  And then after a few shots, Vodka for Crispy and Smirnoff ices for Christian, we were all a bit, um er, relaxed.

So we had turned the discussion to, what else, sex. 

And we were entertained by some hilarious stories from all around the group.  PIB being his quiet self, did not disclose a much needed (thank you for respecting my feelings on this) story when the subject of "Craziest sex story" came up.  He later told me that much to the others disappointment he did have a story to share, of the backpacker he traveled with had a veggie fetish.

ANYWAY, Christin made the statement, "Well we all know that sex is for intimacy" and Mel and I stopped him in a simultaneous voice, "I don't think so."  The boys sat back in their chairs and looked at us like we were crazy.  Mel hurried an explanation, that sometimes sex is just to satisfy a need.  The boys were speechless and Christin then corrected his previous statement, after a visual confirmation of back up from PIB and Crispy, "Well, for the boys at the table..."

Its funny to me that of all the boys I've known how differently they all feel about the topic of sex.  While most of the people I know want relationships, I was under the impression that the BOYS would be the ones who would be all for a casual sexual relationships.  But I'm finding that the girls are the ones who are more apt to agree to a casual relationship. 

Is it because we're so afraid of rejection that we're willing to compromise a lifetime of happiness?  Is it because we've been hurt so many times that we feel this need to guard our hearts to the death?  Is it because we'd rather stay independent and free in our personal space then to let anyone in?

Nah.  Its simply because we recognize that at the end of the day, our vibrators aren't enough.  That we'd just like to feel someone in between our legs and we accept that you don't want to fall in love with us. 

But to be honest, we're very very very lucky to have fallen in love with boys who embrace our crazy understanding of this world, our hearts and love.  The boys who love us embrace the fact that they only understand about 10-20% of our minds thinking, 5-6% of our fears and 67-89% of our actions vs words.

So to you boys sitting at our table, thank you for loving 100% of our flaws.