Thirsty behavior bothers me.
Well, pure dehydration bugs me.
I was reading an entry from Vain on his site on the train.
His blog tends to be my commute read.
I literally said out loud:
Everyone looked at me like I was one of the crazies.
I did not care because the subject matter was one I see all too well.
Let’s get to it…
I have seen this on:
Exceptionally good-looking masculine Wolves with a bunch of thirst buckets in their comments or re-tweeting their statuses.
I have seen these Wolves type the most vapid status messages and a ton of Foxes, Hyenas, and Jackals (and Vixens in the straight world) taking form of what they think he may like.
They turn into font thugs and every other word is “brah” or “word son“.
You looking like Queen of the Night, but suddenly 50 Cent???
IT LITERALLY SLAYS ME.
These same Wolves eat it up because these legion of admirers stay just sucking on their e-dicks.
And then do one of three things:
1. Complain that people want to fuck them (met with thirst buckets co signing on the thirsty)
2. Out the person because they wanted to fuck them (met with thirst buckets laughing at the other thirsty)
3. Whine that people only want them for their bodies (met with thirst buckets denying they don’t want the pipe)
Vain made a point that I agree with.
We could never be thirsty in a group setting.
Hell, I am never thirsty like that by myself.
I may look and do the eye contact thing with a fine ass Wolf,
but if he doesn’t take the bait,
I reel it back up and stir my ship in another direction.
Group thirst is the worst kind of thirst.
It is like you are trying to swim in a big ass pool that is full of people,
in the same Wolf’s backyard, and he ain’t home.
You sit there, twiddling your thumbs,
hoping this fine Wolf reads your message.
You log on and off, Harrison Ford Frantic, hoping he acknowledges you.
Not realizing that his in-box has about 2,000 other messages with the same thing.
Here is the thing you have you realize…
He don’t want YOU.
And even if he did, you would not want to meet him like that.
Truthfully, this is a sick game designed to make HIM feel better.
I call them “Bone Collectors” because all they do is get hard-ons by all the admiration and messages they collect.
And out of all the messages they collect, the only person that will lock them down is someone they meet face to face, and preferably through a friend.
…. AND NOT IN THE THIRST SECTOR CALLED “THE CLUB”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These Wolves tend to be very guarded,
only because they have been played by enough Jackals and Hyenas in the past, so they know the deal.
They hardly take anyone seriously in the thirst pool.
Usually it is filled with the ugly, fat, and the low self esteemed who think with their boldness, they have a shot.
And if you do get that shot:
He will pretty much be some OD sexual bore
with no personality, charm, or social skills.
They tend to be VERY needy and in need of constant validation.
Fox like me ain’t got the time.
To my TRUE Foxes out there:
get your ass out the pool and admire from afar.
Take it from me…
You may not like him.
Plus… someone needs to be thirsty in this world.
Can’t be us!