Sunday night

Sigh. Sunday night after an uneventful weekend. Had a blast with SC. Sarah, The Duke, John and some other folks Friday night. Sarah and I had quite a snootful by the end of the evening. Although I had a fun with some of the Filthy and Gorgeous posse, it was Little Guy night at the bar. I felt like Nero from that movie, with all the million Agent Smiths coming after him, and he jettisoned one after another. What is the attraction from Little Guys to me? I attempted to be at my most offensive to some of them in an effort to drive them off. On the contrary, it seemed to raise the stakes in their Little Guy game. What am I? Some large mountain to be conquered and the winner plants his Little Guy flag? (and what would that look like? I imagine a flea circus on my neither region, or lice.) My pat joke regarding Little Guys, (which I actually said to some of their faces Friday) is, they could go "up" on me. Does being an Amazon put me out of their league? In my mind, I would not want to be with someone that I would look ridiculous with. Do men consider that or is it more of a "size is a perceived value" thing? Supah size me!!!! I am a tall drink of milk to be sure. When I am with a man, I want to feel like I am with A MAN. Bigger, stronger, thicker. I wanna wrap my arms (and legs) around something more substantial than myself. Do Little Guys feel sexy dangling from my limbs like some weird monkey? Is it a thrill? I am a human jungle gym to be explored and swong upon? Bungee jump from my neck and have your feet still not touch the ground? I just don't get it. I would think it would challenge their masculinity to be with someone so much bigger than them. Maybe I should cruise for the Little Guys, and get a strap-on. I may be missing my calling. Hell, I will take two, they are small...........