I once went to bed with 2 chicks. One was a really hot model, blonde. Easily a 10. The other one was average, about a 6, also blonde. She liked me but I wanted to fuck the model so I started fingering her. Then a few minutes into it they both get up and leave the room for no apparent reason.
I had a very similar experience in my early 20s. Threesomes aren't as easy as they look on TV. There's some very complex mental chemistry involved if it's 1 guy and 2 chicks. If it's 1 chick and 2 dudes, it's much smoother sailing...just start pounding away at a hole...even if it's the same hole that the other dude is already pounding. I believe they call that "double-penetration" in some areas.
3 ways are almost more trouble than they are worth.
One of the chicks always has a problem.
I think the key to a successful 2 chicks 1 dude three way is to make sure the dude is one of those happy dumb guys that just goes with the flow. When the dude is a headcase like myself, sex with 2 chicks causes too much thinking, analyzing, score keeping, hesitating, and awkward facial expressions...all things that are an absolute turn-off for women.
If I'm ever to successfully execute a three way, drugs will need to be involved. I'm thinking roofies are probably the best way to go.
Little League All-Stars... my team had blown through the first four games, defeating our opponent in the finals 12-0 in one of them. We lost the first game, and then went down 9-1 in the second game. I came in and pitched, and they didn't score another run, but our comeback stalled at 9-8. I was on deck with 2 outs and a runner on 3rd (and I was 8-9 with a walk and HBP in the two games at that point) when the guy in front of me popped out to second.
I set an aggressive goal for this marathon, which was a top 3 finish in my age group. Not easy to do because there are about 80-90 guys I have to beat. My best finish in this marathon, which is still my best overall is 3:16:08 which I set in 2014. That year I finished 9th out of 88. I moved up to the next age group since then and guys are getting slower. I had the desire to out train them and felt if I ran near my personal record or a little better I had a good chance of placing.
I trained incredibly hard for this race, with my weekly mileage hitting an average of 80 for the last 12 weeks of my training. I felt magnificent! I was incredibly strong, feeling invincible. I felt so good, I decided to enter The Grand Slam since the Ogden marathon is part of it. That’s where you run 4 specific Utah marathons in May, June, July and October and compete by your cumulative time for all 4. I was going to smash this along with the Ogden marathon.
Race day comes, the staging area is at 5400 feet so it’s cold, probably about 35°. Light rain, which is actually perfect for a marathon. This is no surprise, I’m pretty much dressed in my underwear, along with all the other runners. Once you get running, you warm right up plus when daylight comes the temperature will settle into the low 40s, again, perfect marathon weather.
Everything is going perfectly, I’m clipping along, putting down miles at a 7:15 to 7:20 pace as planned, still light rain. PERFECT. A few more miles, rain getting heavier but no problem, I run through this kind of thing all the time. Next, a little discomfort settles in because now we are running into a strong wind which I would later learn was 20 miles and hour. Still no problem, you just start to get a little numb but it will go away. Rain was not in the forecast so no one was prepared for it. Now it’s flat out crazy. Strong, 40 mph gusts of wind whipping rain that stung at first is now strangely feeling warm. This is very weird, I’m feeling nothing and kind of seeing stars. I’m still holding my pace and running strong knowing that I just need to battle through it. I’m a good runner in bad weather so I’m actually excited because I’m confident I can out do my competition. My goal is to be top three, not necessarily chasing a certain time.
Here is where it gets bad. My shoelace comes undone. THIS NEVER HAPPENS!!!!! I step to the side of the road to lace it up but my fingers won’t move, they’re useless. I can’t even tie a knot. I keep running, freaked out because this can’t continue but I can’t do anything about it. There are no spectators because it’s a hurricane, I try wiggling my fingers while I’m running hoping to get them to function. I try two other times but my fingers are useless. Things have now gone from bad to worse. With all these stops I have lost what little body heat I had that allowed me to keep running. I’ve lost control of my legs and I’m struggling to remain upright. I hit the halfway point at 13.1 miles and there are usually about a thousand volunteers and spectators there to greet and cheer you, but not this time. They cleared out and here I am in my underwear violently shaking. I stumble over to this little house converted into a convenience store but it’s closed. I prop myself up in the corner of the porch and continue my violent shaking. Finally, a sheriff spots me and practically carries me to his vehicle. I’m driven to the nearby fire station where they put me in a heated room with about another half dozen runners who are in the same condition I’m in. We’re sitting there wrapped in mylar blankets shaking so hard we can barely talk to each other. This goes on for an hour. At this point the shaking has been reduced but we are all still shivering. We were eventually put on a warm bus and driven to the finish line. By the time we got there, we were all warm and okay.
But I’m not okay between the ears. I have NEVER quit on a run, not even a routine training run. I train outdoors year-round. I run in temps ranging from -4° to 104°. This does not happen to me! But it did and it crushed me.
This race usually has about 2500 finishers, this year, the weather wiped out about 1000 runners, only 1500 finished. In my division, the winners were 3:12, 3:23 and 3:24. I had a great chance.
I still completed the Grand Slam, I just could not do it competitively. If you miss one of the four marathons you can do another local marathon as a make up.
Since I failed at the Ogden marathon, I threw down hard on the next one a month later, trying for a top finish. I didn't run well, ran a 3:28 and took 6th.
Looking back, attempting 5 marathons and completing 4, each spaced a month apart physically tore the hell out of me. I still haven't recovered and it's real fucking frustrating.
I remember the highlights of Marichal when it happened. Compared to the breathless over coverage of everything today it really wasn't that big of a deal. I kept the SI cover on my wall for awhile.
There were no calls for the death penalty or anything like that.
I put 1750 in the inflation calculator and it comes out to 13 grand today. Amazing
You should also check player salary inflation to make a valid monetary comparison.
I once went to bed with 2 chicks. One was a really hot model, blonde. Easily a 10. The other one was average, about a 6, also blonde. She liked me but I wanted to fuck the model so I started fingering her. Then a few minutes into it they both get up and leave the room for no apparent reason.
I had a very similar experience in my early 20s. Threesomes aren't as easy as they look on TV. There's some very complex mental chemistry involved if it's 1 guy and 2 chicks. If it's 1 chick and 2 dudes, it's much smoother sailing...just start pounding away at a hole...even if it's the same hole that the other dude is already pounding. I believe they call that "double-penetration" in some areas.
3 ways are almost more trouble than they are worth.
One of the chicks always has a problem.
Disagree....
Once I blow my load and fall asleep, they have someone to talk to.
I once went to bed with 2 chicks. One was a really hot model, blonde. Easily a 10. The other one was average, about a 6, also blonde. She liked me but I wanted to fuck the model so I started fingering her. Then a few minutes into it they both get up and leave the room for no apparent reason.
I had a very similar experience in my early 20s. Threesomes aren't as easy as they look on TV. There's some very complex mental chemistry involved if it's 1 guy and 2 chicks. If it's 1 chick and 2 dudes, it's much smoother sailing...just start pounding away at a hole...even if it's the same hole that the other dude is already pounding. I believe they call that "double-penetration" in some areas.
3 ways are almost more trouble than they are worth.
One of the chicks always has a problem.
Disagree....
Once I blow my load and fall asleep, they have someone to talk to.
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If I'm ever to successfully execute a three way, drugs will need to be involved. I'm thinking roofies are probably the best way to go.
i was on the floor. luckily cellphone video cameras weren't a big thing back then but people still took photos with their nokias
Once I blow my load and fall asleep, they have someone to talk to.
Snarf!!!
Fuck Yeah!