Remember The Days My Friend, Remember The Days

Oh to be young again. Remember your first heart break? Your first hard on on a date? Your first grope? Those were the days. And of course that day in the car out by the point when you got your first handful of pussy. That was a great feeling. Pussy, wow! Now you had something to tell your friends about. Sixteen, driving your mother's car, going out on a date to the football game, and then take her to Dairy Queen. Remember how she stood like a cardboard cutout when you kissed her at the door, and she wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand? Remember it well my friend, these memories are golden.

Now what? Girls ask boys out. We found two girls on my son's bed exchanging panties. We heard about Dessy who got knocked up in the 7th grade and her parents felt she should carry the baby to term and breast feed the baby for a year before putting the baby up for adoption. Or how about Brandon who had two girlfriends and they both slept with him with all the parents' permission. Yes, rising boys these days is a risk worse than driving drunk. Some girl feels later on that a handful of tittie is r**e and he is accused of child m****tation even if she is fifteen and he is sixteen.

In my day the mother's worried about their daughters, now they worry about their sons. The girls are oversexed, exhibitionist, aggressive. And when a boy slips between their legs he has to keep asking permission, with each thrust, documented on his cell phone to prove she was going along with it. That's the reason I believe so much sex is recorded.

John my coworker's daughter met her match on a web site, site unseen she moved across country to be with her lover. He turned out to be a Romanian without papers, he knocked her up so she would marry him, dumped her ass and the kid as soon as he got his green card. What ever happened about the boy being vetted in the living room, and you had to know his grandmother?

This is not good. Not by any stretch of the imagination. No one wins, they are all losers in this new game. And if they don't agree to a little gay sex, then their homophobic, and if they don't date the ugly Chinese girl they are xenophobic. I'm just saying back when we dated, a handful of pussy, a good grope of a tittie, got the ball rolling. You got to third base maybe, and didn't score a home run unless you were worthy. Sixteen in a car with a girl by your side, now that's a date, not six kids in a Civic mixing couples and the girls getting crazy. No sir, I'm glad that I went through dating, even if Carla turned me down for that geek in Chemistry class David.