Your loss. My gain.

So first up: for those who saw my last post, know now that I got that dream job at along last! Huzzah! 10/10?

Next: why you should write your blog posts when you have the idea, and not put it off for weeks like I did.

As most of us undoubtedly know, being blown off, for legit reasons or otherwise, sucks. From the usual "I'm busy tomorrow night." or "I've already got plans." to the more obvious "I'm going out later. (And you don't get invited, naturally) ). They all bite. And while I will admit to feeling like I have been blown off lately, this isn't why I'm posting this. And no, it's not someone I mentioned in my last post, either. Yes, it ivolves sex...again.

Anyhoo. There have always been times when you've been involved, in whatever manner of intimate relationship it is, with someone, and there comes a time when you're told there's no nookie tonight. This is either because you maybe misbehaved, or you picked a bad time, or there's just no interest at the time. (Or you got hurt the last time you did, and really would like time to recover. Ow!) Like it or not, it happens.

During my second encounter with my current fuck buddy...sexual partner...friend with benefits (A terrible term if I ever heard one.), I got an interesting story about being blown off.
Now in my neck of the woods, there's a god-awful sport called football (soccer to most of the rest of the world) that the majority of the country is obsessed with. A bunch of overpaid shits kicking a leather ball around a field, faking injury is someone so much as farts on them,  fights between fans, overly-excited commentators, and group hugs for successful goals. Yes...very macho indeed. I hate the sport with a passion.

So it didn't come as quite a surprise when, during said second encounter with the aforementioned fuck buddy, that she told me someone she was supposedly going to be hooking up with about a month after we first met, blew her off so he could watch a shitty local game of football on his TV at home.

Really? Yes. Really. A guy, who should consider himself lucky, turned down the chance to have sex for a 90 minute game of football. I wish I was making this up, but I'm not. I mean, how do you come to such a decision? Sex or football. It's a pretty clear cut choice, if you ask me.

Whatever. I guess I shouldn't complain. It worked in my favour, after all. Now she's all miiiiiine. At least, until I leave for my new job and all that. Boo!

So the next time you decide to forgo the chance at sex with a fine young lady, to indulge in some manner of other activity, sporting or otherwise, think about what that's going to do for both your chances, and those of someone else. ;)