LostArt
05-17-2009, 11:54 AM
No, not litterally. I started to name it "Being Licked By a Woman" and thought that would only hit the gutter for sure! Especially around Clive and Tramp67! :D
As some of you know, I grew up on a farm. I really wouldn't call myself a "tomboy" because I did like being a girl but if I wanted to play any games with my brothers, I had to play their games. I didn't mind really because they were fun....especially if I WON! :D
My brothers didn't like being bested by a girl even if it was their sister, but they got over it pretty quick and if it was against one, then the other brother would be choosing my side ANYWAY. I think because they were very competitive with each other.
Whether it was cards, chess, checkers, other board games---or just playing pool, basketball, baseball, football, etc...we were always wanting to win---be the best! And just because you were a girl or a sister, it didn't matter...your goal was to win!
We were always playing with those that we worked with (in the summer) or went to church with, and even our cousins. I was use to a group of males that didn't get their boxers in a wad if I did win or if any female won a game at something.
Until I started dating, that is. I was set up once to date this guy from the town of Branford. He was to pick me up at our house on the river. Well, we had a pool table downstairs next to the kitchen back then and when you walked in the door ...there it was! So the guy says, "Can we play a game of pool before we go out?" I said, "Sure." I figure it would be a good break the ice alittle, get to know one another kinda thing, right? Wrong! It was the most tenseful date I had ever been on!
It was going well until the end of the first game and I won. He said, "Let's play another." By the end of that game, it was getting intense. He had some talent, no doubt. And I had to be on my toes during the end of that game. Yep, I won that one. He says, "One more." I wasn't very bright.....I asked, "Are you sure?" Hehehehe..........RIGHT he was mad. I didn't mean anything by it, but by the time the 3rd game was underway, I was warmed up good. He was also getting rude and that only made me more determined to beat this wise crack.
I put the 8 ball in the pocket, he threw down his pool stick and left without a word. I was so shocked, that I sat down and just looked at the pool table. My father comes down stairs and says, "Where is your date?" I replied, "He left without a word daddy." My father was trying not to grin. My father was the type of person that would smile with his eyes. And his eyes were glittering in concealed laughter.
He sat down beside me and asked, "Why did he leave?" I said, "I beat him in three games of pool. The first game went well, the second was getting heated up, but by the third....he was mad as fire and stormed out the door without a word." My father started laughing and put his arm around me and said, "Any young man that feels bested by a girl, especially my girl, ain't worth my girl's time."
And THAT'S why I'm with the Boss today. I can jump for joy at winning or beating him in any game---a game of HORSE, shooting better at target practice, catching more fish than him-----and he is laughing or grinning. A man that can take "joy" in being bested by a girl, is my kind of man!
As some of you know, I grew up on a farm. I really wouldn't call myself a "tomboy" because I did like being a girl but if I wanted to play any games with my brothers, I had to play their games. I didn't mind really because they were fun....especially if I WON! :D
My brothers didn't like being bested by a girl even if it was their sister, but they got over it pretty quick and if it was against one, then the other brother would be choosing my side ANYWAY. I think because they were very competitive with each other.
Whether it was cards, chess, checkers, other board games---or just playing pool, basketball, baseball, football, etc...we were always wanting to win---be the best! And just because you were a girl or a sister, it didn't matter...your goal was to win!
We were always playing with those that we worked with (in the summer) or went to church with, and even our cousins. I was use to a group of males that didn't get their boxers in a wad if I did win or if any female won a game at something.
Until I started dating, that is. I was set up once to date this guy from the town of Branford. He was to pick me up at our house on the river. Well, we had a pool table downstairs next to the kitchen back then and when you walked in the door ...there it was! So the guy says, "Can we play a game of pool before we go out?" I said, "Sure." I figure it would be a good break the ice alittle, get to know one another kinda thing, right? Wrong! It was the most tenseful date I had ever been on!
It was going well until the end of the first game and I won. He said, "Let's play another." By the end of that game, it was getting intense. He had some talent, no doubt. And I had to be on my toes during the end of that game. Yep, I won that one. He says, "One more." I wasn't very bright.....I asked, "Are you sure?" Hehehehe..........RIGHT he was mad. I didn't mean anything by it, but by the time the 3rd game was underway, I was warmed up good. He was also getting rude and that only made me more determined to beat this wise crack.
I put the 8 ball in the pocket, he threw down his pool stick and left without a word. I was so shocked, that I sat down and just looked at the pool table. My father comes down stairs and says, "Where is your date?" I replied, "He left without a word daddy." My father was trying not to grin. My father was the type of person that would smile with his eyes. And his eyes were glittering in concealed laughter.
He sat down beside me and asked, "Why did he leave?" I said, "I beat him in three games of pool. The first game went well, the second was getting heated up, but by the third....he was mad as fire and stormed out the door without a word." My father started laughing and put his arm around me and said, "Any young man that feels bested by a girl, especially my girl, ain't worth my girl's time."
And THAT'S why I'm with the Boss today. I can jump for joy at winning or beating him in any game---a game of HORSE, shooting better at target practice, catching more fish than him-----and he is laughing or grinning. A man that can take "joy" in being bested by a girl, is my kind of man!