Spunky Introspective

When ole Tony gets drunk he gets a little maudlin. And third persony. Like now.

Sometimes people ask me about the ladies and how many I’ve done the deed with. Like I have a freaking clue. However, despite what y’all might think, I’m not as proud of this as you might expect. I’ve had hundreds of fine ladies and they were almost all quick flings with a lot of action and low expectation, but hardly any of them were long-term deals.

Now I’m a pretty easy-going guy and I’m friendly, you dig? I’m just too friendly. I love the ladies and I love to love the ladies. I’m a terrible boyfriend. I’m not faithful or loyal, sexually, so I try not to pretend to be by getting involved. I let ladies know the score so no one gets hurt, yet sometimes it still happens. I usually go for ladies who’re similar to me for exactly that reason – they won’t expect anything more from me and everyone is happy. I can’t commit to one lady and one lady only. I know this and I accept this and I figure if the right lady comes along then it’s meant to be and I’ll quit all the other ladies and settle down and buy a cardigan or whatever people do when they’re content.

I’m no prize or anything. I’m average looking, a little rough round the edges and I sing lame middle of the road crapola for a living, so believe me, even I have no idea why the ladies give me the time of day, they just do. I’m baffled by it, but grateful for it and I think the reason is just simply that I’m relaxed around the ladies and I know my limitations and I’m okay with them.

A lot of guys I know are pretty damn jealous but you know what? Those guys know shit about shit. Those guys have girlfriends and wives they hang with and watch TV with and buy groceries with – wives who nag them and make them pick up their damn socks and cook them dinner and laugh at their jokes and rub their backs when they’ve had a shitty day at the office and you know what? At the end of the day I come home to a 1980s TV, a framed photo of Liberace and an industrial sized tub of Nivea (don’t go thinking those last two are connected). So some guys don’t know what they’ve got.

Holy shit, I think I just found my feminine side. Tomorrow I’ll be starting my period. Peace out folks.


4 Responses to Spunky Introspective

  1. matt says:

    This blog’s great!! Thanks :).

  2. Poobomber says:

    The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Or rather ‘vagina’ instead of grass, but it’s all the same.

  3. Katrocket says:

    Randy freewheelers like yourself will always be popular in the cougar den. Not all of us ladies are looking for a committed man who foolishly wastes his precious time picking up socks. Leave ’em right there, baby – I’m only gonna blow ’em off you later.

  4. Tony Spunk says:

    Matt – Thank you fella. Gracias!

    Senor Poobombero – I actually met a green vagina once but that’s another story for another day, man.

    Sweet Kat – Thanks for my first boner of the morning fine lady. Okay maybe my second boner but the first was unexpected and happened when I noticed a peach in the store looked like a juicy ladypart.

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