The sex you want, you're not getting... and the sex you're getting... you don't want.
Truer words were never spoken (I think it was Eddie Griffin in some shitty movie). But that doesn't make them any less true.
Case in point:
Two of my best friends are a lesbian couple. A HOT lesbian couple. The other night we were hanging out playing beer pong with a bunch of other people. After the cops came in because we were too loud, we went to a bar down the street and got even further fucked up. After that, we went back to the house, where my two friends stripped down to their bras and panties and we kept playing games.
I could not help but keep staring at those perfect ass cheeks, sitting on top of perfect pairs of legs, almost bursting out of tight silk panties. I don't remember much else from that night, but that shit is burned into my mind.
The next day I called my fuck buddy, and drove 30 miles to get some ass. We fucked like 18 year olds on a coke binge... but it had nothing to do with her at all. She's just a pussy in a glass case. Break open in case of emergency. Lately sex with the FB has been kinda lame. Stale. Predictable. But after the night with the lesbians still fresh in my mind, I tore her shit up.
Afterwards, laying exhausted next to each other, she was like, "what brought that on?"
If I had told the truth, she would have kicked me out before I could put my pants back on. But instead, I fed her lies.
It's all human nature though.
We always want what we can't have. And what we have, we take for granted.