Looking for the Wolf we want is almost as hard as looking for a needle in a haystack.
I think that might actually easier…and a ton more fun.
Why is it so hard to meet a Wolf?
One that we are attracted too and isn’t full of shit?
Like we, the Foxes, are the Wolves.
It isn’t like they aren’t roaming the Earth.
They just have so much rules and regulations…
They should require a pat down, TSA style, just to get admittance to his world.
All the talk in the comments for JTB made me step away and do some thinking.
It shouldn’t be rocket science or a biology project.
It should be easy to just find one, meet, and at least making SOMETHING happen.
When it comes to Wolves and this exhausting hunt…
…Where do we start?
So meeting Wolves online is out of the question.
I think we have all come the same agreement.
How can you really take someone seriously if they are lurking bare chested on a sex site?
They have their dick out for the world to see.
He wants to play “Stick The Dick In The Hole”.
Extra points given to which one….
Meeting them in the club is iffy.
You dancing with a tipsy Wolf,
he is feeling up on your ass,
and recieting the lines to “No Hands”?
What do you think he is thinking?
I highly doubt he wants to come over and play PS3.
For those of us who want a Baller Wolf,
it can go many ways but since whores looking for 15 minutes of fame have become the new “in” thing, the game has definitely changed.
Saving dick pics, sexts, and hidden cameras of dick downs.
So that leaves meeting Foxes and going to outings.
But, how do we go about meeting Foxes who arent full of drama?
As you get older, it seems harder to meet real genuine friends who have your back.
The days of sitting in a sandbox and eating sand together meant you were brothers.
The guy next door became your friend because you played Power Rangers outside.
NOW… a muttaflucka will stab you in the back, front, and asshole.
So, what do we do?
Because the loneliness is killing all of us slowly…
AND A BUNCH OF US ARE WAY TO GOOD FOR THIS!