The Place I Call Home

Sometimes you have to push yourself, you have to create a habit
until that habit becomes a part of you.

I've been going out and meeting women now 3-4 times a week for some while now. If a week goes by and I've not been out it seems odd. Last night, for the first time I almost gave it a miss. But that guilty feeling it leaves when I contemplate it forced me to change my mind. See I knew I'd have been cheating myself and even if I went out for 30 minutes and spoke to one person it would have been movement in the right
direction.

And so out me and my trusty accomplice went... It was a fun and merry evening. Many a buttock was slapped and caressed, many a girl merry with the joy the festive season brings.

One girl who was visiting from Bradford seemed rather into me, I remember leaving and discussing how I easily could have taken it further rather than leaving it with a kiss.

Sometimes I find myself contending between my standards and logistics. See, we were debating about our living conditions (both still live at home). Now I pointed out that if I had my own apartment, preferably city centre I would have gone full out and gone for the extraction. However, it seems unless the girl is above average, looks wise, then I won't make the effort with the less than convenient logistics.

This is something I need to ponder and possibly reconsider. If I cannot make the effort with an average girl, when I want to 'make it happen' will I fall flat on my face?