I had to travel across country about month ago; by car. It took two days to get to my destination, once there I had the pleasure of attending hour after hour of meetings. I think God was testing me, testing my patience, or how long I could pretend to be interested, or even how long I could stay awake. The first days meetings went as planned, as long as the plan was bore then hell out of me. When I walked into my hotel room, I collapsed onto the bed.
When I woke up it was, 8 o'clock PM, I'd been sleeping for four hours and still was tired. Half an hour later, when I realized that I wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep anytime soon, I decided to take a quick shower. By quick of course I mean as slow as possible, hey I'm not paying for the water. I strolled into the bathroom in one of the hotels bath robes and started the water. I hate clothes. I'm not sure why, I just like hangin' loose. I let my robe fall to the floor while I glance at myself in the mirror. I'm not a bad looking guy, I'm pretty skinny, but not scrawny. I have well defined muscle, and I'm damn tall; 6'4" to be exact.
"I'm not so bad, right," I had a habit of talking to myself, "Well, I must be if I haven't had a women in...oh God how long has it been? Three years maybe? oh God, could it be 4? Oh well, it's been way to long for 'war machine,' right big guy?" Ok, I talked to myself, and my penis, there's nothing wrong with that. "Maybe it's not my looks" I could be onto something here "when was the last time you've taken a risk? asked a girl out?" How odd! it seems the last time I did that, was the last time I had sex, I remember it all now...
I was 22 at the time, she was 21, and probably almost, if not fully, drunk. We were in a bar and I noticed her from across the room, she had amber hair, and perky breasts. Suddenly, I found myself walking towards her, I wasn't so much walking as being dragged by my penis.