The Cock Block

Last week, I went to my friend's house for a summer backyard BBQ and was taken aback by the most incredibly handsome Russian guy. Dressed casual but classy, with a killer smile, and tons of swagger. I had to get to know this man.

So, as casually as I could, I began mingling, trying to find a nice segue into conversation with him. When my friend hosting the party asked if I could make rounds with some cupcakes, I was delighted. Time to make my move. 

With my baking buffer I was able to introduce myself, learn his hot name that I could not pronounce, and then, right when I was about to dive into a real conversation with him... his dorky buddy cut in and took over. No matter how many times I tried to get a word in with the hot Russian, the pudgy sidekick would not relent. Eventually, the Russian who was now entirely left out of the conversation, wandered off.

And since I didn't have the heart to tell Mr. Cock Block that I was after his hot friend, I ended up spending the entire evening chatting with him instead. He told me he thought I was "something" and that we should grab a coffee sometime. I thought of asking if his handsome friend might join.

So, at the end of the evening I found my Facebook friend list moving up by one, with a pending request by a guy I would only ever see as the most annoying cock block.

Now & Then

I recently bumped into an elementary school friend, and after an evening of catching up, we ended up back at his place. The night did not go how he hoped, I'm sure, as I somehow reverted back into the awkward, shy, blushing school girl that he once knew over a decade ago. And because I could not shake my former innocent self, the night ended at first base: the make out.


That night has made me think about our generation's tendency to rush ahead physically. Having sex on a first or second date seems to be the norm these days, and lost in its wake is the underrated, totally hot make out. There is something so much sexier than sex when you both want more, but hold back... just a little.


Maybe I am just old-fashioned. Maybe the whole one night stand has just lost its appeal to me. But when I heard The Beatles "I Want To Hold Your Hand" playing on the radio the other day, I couldn't help but wish I had been born in a previous, more innocent era. Oh please, say to me, you'll let me be your man. And please say to me, you'll let me hold your hand. 


Instead, on a dated rap CD of mine, I found "What's Your Fantasy" by Ludicrous, which seemed to sum up our generation's idea of romance nicely. I want to l-l-l-lick you from your head to your toes, and I want to move from the bed d-d-down to the floor...


Ahh, there you have it- romance at its best. So maybe I am too late and that innocence is lost on our generation. But, I can assure you: I'm bringing the make out back.


And so I ask you all... Which do you prefer? 


Now:

OR... Then: