Talk About a Meat Market

Well, again, the other day the girls, and by girls, I mean the gay boys at work were discussing Manroulette. They were all appalled I had not yet ever been on it. Now first off, I'm in a relationship and very satisfied thank-you and second, even if I was single, the Mistress has always been a "in person" person when it come to sport nookie! Movies,cams and magazines just never satisfy. So one night I was watching some lousy movie on the tube and was bored. I needed more entertainment. Enter Manroulette. Have you ever seen it? The Mistress gave no acknowledgement to the camera, and many simply hit 'next' as I was boring. Others would sit and watch. Occasionally one would try to catch my attention with a friendly "hey" or somesuch. Then there were the putty pullers. It is like a frickin meat market!!!! WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING FOR? Some would pass, others would play more fervently as I was also looking over some drag venues coming up in Philadelphia. And so many men, flashing their junk!?! And all types. Shaved, built,fat,thin, hairy you name it! Eventually, one really nice putty puller settled on me. He must have liked the long v-neck revealing some man cleavage. He was tan and thin and moderately hairy and from what I could tell carried a nice piece. Eventually, he removed his hand from his jewels to his keyboard and asked me a question. "Where are you from and where are you?" My reply of "I'm from my mother and I'm in Pennsylvania" met a quick log-off from the gentleman putty puller. Bored with the experience, I logged off Manroulette, solidifying my ever-present opinion. Call this Mistress old-fashioned, but I prefer to play cat and mouse in person with some dates and build up first. Socialization for me is best done in person. Tootles!