Bitches Be Crazy

At some point in my dating life in Israel, I noticed a pattern.  I’d meet a guy, and things would go well.  Eventually we’d end up in bed.  I could tell from the fact that I needed to explain to them that they didn’t need to punch me in the cunt or tear my nipples off for me to feel something, that they weren’t used to being with someone sensitive and responsive…or maybe even female in the truest sense.  Once the initial adjustments were made, not origami but no need for a back-hoe or a jackhammer, the night would proceed joyously, and climax in mutual ecstasy many times over.

Sometimes things would be insane, and various bruises and lacerations would be made.  Sometimes there would be some stereotypical asthma attack.  Sometimes some bad English.  I would know something was going to go wrong though, when something went very right…

There’s this post-orgasmic spasm, or male multiple orgasm.  If a man goes with the flow, it is like a sudden rise and drop of energy, that has been described to me like an electric ghost-snake slithered quickly up his ass, zapped his cock and balls, curled up in his head, split in two and shot out through his eyeballs.  His back will straighten, and he’ll feel absolutely exalted.  He’ll likely exhale and let out a “WOO!”

If he fights it though, it’s going to happen anyway, but the sound is that of a sort of fright, or senseless babbling.  It feels really REALLY good, but then it’s really awkward.  This is when I know the guy really enjoyed that experience, but may be a little ashamed that it happened with me.

When that happens, I know I am not going to hear from the guy for awhile unless he is seriously a man.  If there is an ounce of girl in him, this is the start of a passive aggressive withdrawal period that usually lasts a month or two.  In that time, all sorts are crawling through his mind that doesn’t make any sense.

Diva explains that they are ashamed of having felt that with me because this is like a top level experience they are programmed to believe they should be having with women who are Hollywood pretty (old, used up, scrawny, and pumped with silicone) and/or socially convenient (which here is whatever religion their parents are).  Having this with me has to be something bad, so I have to be bad for giving it to them.

So they tell themselves that it’s because I did some Voodoo on them, or because this is the evil in the temptation of the foreigner/woman of a different faith, or that I must be a slut above normal premarital sex having level, or nymphomaniac…Something must be wrong with me.

Or worse, they count it as a new experience they can replicate with a more appropriate woman if only…but then that doesn’t happen.

So while he is going through all this internal drama that I am not privy to, he doesn’t call me, and he doesn’t answer my calls, of which I indulge up to three, spread out over 2 weeks.  After this, I assume he is not interested in seeing me again, and move on.

But then he finally calls after a month or so.  I’m surprised and a bit uneasy.  The justification for my unease comes when it becomes clear that he believes that I should have been waiting for him.

He asks me weird questions about what I’ve been doing and who with, that since he is not my boyfriend, and especially since he did the silent treatment, are none of his damned business.

Now, this having happened enough times, I should probably give a month buffer after the male multi, to accommodate possible freaking of out…but I have no mercy for the weak.  They have no mercy for me.

So, the pattern continues…sort of.

Understanding how this works now, I’ve increased the intensity of the preparation phase.  I’ve become a “bitchier” gate keeper.  I need to do better at maintaining instead of dismissing guys because of common issues since eventually I would run out of prospects (even though new dudes turn 25 every day).

When that electric snake slithers, and the silent treatment starts, I’ll do my reaching out, getting ignored, and deleting, but when they return, I’ll re-filter instead of utterly dismissing.  Soon, I may have an opportunity for a round 2.  We’ll see how it goes.  I’m curious how the sex will be with the returned prodigal.

IronWynch

My pronouns are whatever you're comfortable with as long as you speak to me with respect. I'm an Afruikan and Iswa refugee living in Canaan. That's African American expat in Israel in Normalian. I build websites, make art, and assist people in exercising their spirituality. I'm also the king of an ile, Baalat Teva, a group of African spirituality adherents here. Feel free to contact me if you are in need of my services or just want to chat.

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