So imagine my surprise when I was in a Las Vegas night club one fine Saturday night and spotted something fresh and scrumptious nobody else seemed to notice:

Now, I’m a pro at this and I was on the prowl. I’m in my early thirties and at my sexual peak. I knew that I had just spotted a fine young snack and was going to devour him like a lioness sucking the meat off an antelope bone.

I knew that although he had been in some tween movies, he was actually about 24 or 25 and therefore more than legal, though still at least 6 or 7 years younger than me. Splendidly Delicious.

Here’s where I give away my secrets. He’s standing the middle of a huge crowd of people drinking. Everyone is dancing, but he’s barely moving. Once I had spotted him, I never looked at him again. I made my way through the crowd, and then I stood near him dancing. Completely ignoring him, lost in my own sensual dancing. I kept my back to him the entire time. As if I didn’t even know he was there. Of course he noticed.

(Now had he not, because sometimes men are slow on the uptake, I would have ‘accidentally’ bumped into him.)

As I was dancing, he moved closer to me. So I moved away, not wanting to be in his way, of course. It wasn’t very long till he pulled me to him to dance. I kept my back to him. I fully knew what I had caught, and was waiting to reel in my prey. We danced for quite sometime before I finally turned to face him, but I still refused to look him in the eyes. I let him touch me all over though. Songs and people passed right by us, till finally I spoke to him for the first time. I leaned very close, pressed up against him and whispered those first words in his ear, “Let’s leave here.”

He grabbed my hand, pulled me through the crowd and out of the club as quickly as we could get through all the hot sweaty bodies. Within minutes I was in his suite.

What’s it like to have sex with a minor celebrity?

He just laid there.

I’m not kidding. Kissing is fun and all, but I am at my sexual peak and I am in no mood to make out. I wanna be fucked. And hard. I had heard that young 20 something men were great because they could fuck all night, and damnit, that’s what I was looking for.

Still, he just laid there. Ok fine just lie there, I’ll take off your clothes. Ok, fine, I’ll take off my own clothes too. Oh, alright, I know how to put condoms on, with my mouth, no worries here. And geez, alright, I know where it goes too… Hell, I wouldn’t want you to break a sweat or mess up your pretty hair.

The entire experience reminded me of something I had only heard rumors about. I heard on the popular radio talk show TOM LEYKIS - BLOW ME UP TOM, that men should, “fuck fat and ugly girls because they are always really grateful.”

The point was that the part of the population that is popular or gorgeous knows it and doesn’t feel like they have to put out any effort. A girlfriend of mine has a rule that she never dates really handsome guys, because they know they can replace you in a second and are always looking for something better. Furthermore, other girls are always hitting on them.

Both thoughts are a little extreme aren’t they? Date fat and ugly people because they are so thankful someone paid the slightest bit of attention to them? And never date popular or gorgeous people because they know that everyone wants them and so they don’t put any work into the relationship?

In this woman’s opinion I have noticed that the geeky guys I date never shut up about how hot they think I am and how lucky they are to be with me. I end up feeling like they are only with me because they want to show off their hot girlfriend. The celebrities and gorgeous men I have dated usually attract a ton of drama that follows them everywhere. I end up feeling like it is just not worth trying to compete with all the drama for his attention.

My opinion is that I should find someone that is my equal, that is compatible with me, a well-matched worthy opponent. So does anyone know where I can find a really geeky handsome man?

How do you all weigh in on this?
Are people that are less attractive by society’s standards more appreciative and great companions because they don’t rock the boat?
Are the beautiful ones just too much drama and high maintenance?