Funny thing about both these guys is that when they are not with their "Twoves" they are all chatty and friendly, and I do mean friendly. Both have sent me pics of their cocks and their asses and other assorted naked parts. One of them spent a good deal of time talking to me via text and we got into detail about everything I was gonna do to him and he told me how much he wanted it. To put it bluntly, he is a little fucking pig :-) Of course, we would never work out, as he has this weird idea about monogamy, and I'll never go down that road again. But it was fun talking with him and talking dirty with him. Of course, I was usually watching porn or cooking dinner or brushing the dogs. Let's face it, it's cyberland, not the real world. But, he was a cute kid and seemed to need to be cheered up. Of course, he still lived with his parents and has no job, and I'm a 43 year old professional with a mortgage and car payment and 401k. I could see visiting him and meeting his parents, both the age of my younger sister.....oh god. We could cuddle in their basement and it wouldn't be too awkward when his mom came down to put the laundry in the dryer. So you get the idea, fun to talk, but not "love". Then over night, he was "in love" and I never heard a word from him, in private at least. Won't hear from him again, until the two "Twovers" break up, and suddenly the dirty talk and naked pics will flow again.
These two and many like them know nothing of being "in love". Being in love is paying the bills and figuring out what's for dinner and going to their parents' house even though their parents refer to you as "him". Being in love is sharing a closet even though, let's face it, you have a greater need for a bigger wardrobe than they do. Being in love is sitting in silence and not caring if either one of you ever says another word. Being in love is knowing every inch of the other's body by touch, taste and smell, not because you've seen some photos, but because you have been in each other's presence....being present to each other, that's a big one. Being in love is cleaning up shit and piss and blood and puke as the person you love disintegrates before your very eyes from a disease no one can cure. Being in love is holding them as they take their last breath, and then waiting to be sure it is their last breath before you fall apart, part of you secretly relieved and part of you hating you for being secretly relieved. Being in love is carrying their clothes home from the hospital, smelling their scent and knowing you will never smell that scent again. Being in love is getting the ashes back and wondering at how they could fit that big guy in that small urn. Being in love is carrying that same disease and wishing every day for the rest of your life that you could have traded places with them and given them back their life.
"My twitter bf broke up with me, my life is over" ... well Boo Fucking Hoo....welcome to the real world, Nancy!! And here's the kicker, they are completely oblivious to the farce this has become. Person after person will discuss it privately about how it is really a big joke. And they have no idea. For many, the only real thing is that there will be 2x the despair and angst to read about when this particular "twove" fails.
Anyhow, that is all. Back to our regularly scheduled pig talk!!!
In the way of full disclosure, I have to say that I know two other guys who met on Twitter and are actually really in love...but here's the kicker, they actually got to know each other IRL as they say, before realizing they had something real. I'm happy to say, they are actually moving toward moving in together very soon.
LMAO!!!
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