THE RELUCTANT PLAYER

 

He always had good intentions. He wanted to be a good man, father, and husband more than anything in the world. However, the world would not let him be. In college, the girls came on to him like flies on stink! They were so sweet, “Me gustas, hombre,” some sweet-talking Latina would say. “Gusto kita, lalaki”, he would hear from a foreign exchange student. The unsolicited daily female attention he received, went straight to his big and little heads, twisting his self-made reality from the good guy path he pursued to the passively active playboy path.

Parked cars and empty office buildings became his shameless playgrounds, where he spent many hours accepting the wanton favors of loveless ladies who easily turned his head with up-skirt glances, stolen touches, and secret smooches that attested to his furtive, manly magnetism. After a time, he did not care how or why he was given this surreptitious man-power over luscious ladies, he merely embraced his gift and shared the “love” with any viable candidate that flashed him a smile or any other anatomical signal.

The fact that he did not consider himself to be a particularly good-looking man, never swayed him from accepting the onslaught of sensual offerings that were laid at his fleshly altar of manhood, by beautiful, intelligent, gratuitous female disciples of depravity. His greatest gift to women was his brutal honesty and loving hands that knew every inch of their bodies before he even met them. A few simple words accompanied by a knowing touch were sufficient to acquire ownership of a willing woman’s heart, body, and soul. (He would not allow The Old Block to publish all of his secrets but send me a DM and I will leak a few words that “you did not hear from me”.)

You may or may not be happy to learn that “The Reluctant Player” finally met his match and settled down to a quiet life somewhere in the desert. The only thing he plays now is video games. GG WP!