Eclectic Tastes

We are all attracted to different things. That’s what makes us people such interesting case studies, the subtle variations. Through my personal observations and readings of teenage magazines, I have discovered that many members of the male sex are incredibly attracted to large breasts, especially if it is in conjunction with a nice round rear. I can not deny at least partially sharing this attraction, I suppose, but, I do deny sharing it in full. Certainly, I notice these characteristics and often find them pleasing, but it’s in a much more casual way. A nice pair of breasts is right on par with a good bowl of macaroni and cheese to me. Which is to say, it’s certainly something I enjoy, but I should really hope that’s not all I’m getting for my supper.

Alas, I have often wondered, what is it that attracts me to this irritation of a sex that is females, anyway? Much of my life I had searched without discovering the answer. My RFIM research only seemed to indicate that all females were absolute twats, an indication my personal experiences could hardly deny. So, the question began to hover in my mind: Would I ever experience the real sensation of attraction to another human being? Was I doomed to die an old, senile, unsatisfied man?

Then, it happened. It occurred while I was sitting idly in Theater class, quite bored, listening to my insufferable instructor ramble on about what exactly it is that separates ‘good’ theater from bad. Only then she called on a student to express her opinions on these theatrical matters. And, oh, what opinions she expressed. I am no longer sure of the nature of the eloquent discourse my theater colleague gave, for my entire memory is focused only on the wild eroticism I suddenly found myself consumed with. What was the exact trigger that set it off? I can not be sure. All I know is that the way that this girl spoke on theater was such that I suddenly found myself experiencing feelings that had, in past times, been reserved only for dreams and fantasies. Oh, this was some girl.

I naturally suspect that you are looking upon this whole situation with a degree of incredulity. “Yes, I really bet A.J. fell madly in love with some girl because of a 30-second theater speech. What sort of fool does he take me for?” Your incredulous thoughts are wrong. For as I pointed out at the start of the entry, we are all attracted to different things, and it seems my most keen attraction point is a well-enunciated, verbose speech. The maddening desire you feel when you see a Britney Spears video is the same maddening desire I experience when listening to a loquacious offering of words from the opposite sex. And, just as is the case with Britney Spears videos, I desperately need to be hit one more time.

To be continued. . .