They tell me they have given up on relationships and have decided they must find a way to be happy being alone. As I’m getting ready to hit the send button I am thinking I should add that in each of these cases, they got to this point by dating BM.They say they don’t have a choice and simply must accept this. How can an intelligent, attractive, gainfully employed BW get to the point where she’s telling herself she’s undesirable and no one wants her and she’s giving up? I don’t think any of them had much (if any) IR experience when they said these things to me.I have tended to be “the first”…or certainly one of the first in most cases. The room is dark, filled with the sound of flesh smacking flesh and throaty "ahhhhhs." Next to me are huddles of middle aged men, standing, pants-off, half-hard. "But, at the same time if we put that Teri (his petite, blonde wife) is bi, that would get us less play." It's hard to imagine Kevin getting "less play." Though his face is slightly weathered from what I can only imagine to be too many hours in a tanning bed, he is one of the few men here whose body is sculpted and muscular.I'm sitting upright, purse in lap feeling a bit overdressed. Tim and Karen, the hosts of the party, agreed with Kevin.In front of me is a triple set of couples, all in the doggy-style position, fucking in front of a mirror. "When we put bi-curious on my side, our profile hits dropped to zero," said Tim, in his Chicago-heavy accent.
At most parties,women have control and men are less active in initiating.Yet they have had a string of bad and/or failed relationships and are alone most of the time.Some tell me that despite the fact that they believe they are a good catch, no one wants them for their own.I also noticed that, being in the south suburbs, the party was a mix of race and socio-economics.On this night, the younger people tended to be black and almost anyone over 35, white.