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OCTOBER 11, 2010 4:36PM

How Do You Like Your Pizza?

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I just have to go there today after reading an article about men and sex.  It's stuff like this that makes us want to take a survey at the end of the article isn't it?  I've come up with my answers, you come up with yours.
 
 
For men, what's the difference between okay sex and great sex?

I think that for men, the whole idea of good or better sex is laughable. Sex for men is like pizza, okay? You put ham on it, you put onions on it—all good. Ultimately, what matters is that we're there and that we'll do whatever particular things he's interested in.
 
Also, it matters that you're excited. We forget that what makes it great for the guy is to rock us, to see us excited about being with them.
 
Admittedly, part of that great feeling for him is thinking that he's doing something to make you want to have sex with him again.

What about oral sex?

Guys say there's no such thing as a bad blow job— if it's a blow job, it's good. They want you to show love to the phallus though, it's a reflection of your acceptance of them. What the heck, men are visual animals and there's nothing like a little head bobbing to get things going.

Do some men prefer receiving oral sex to intercourse?

Yes. My sense is that those guys tend to be narcissistic. True intimacy requires reciprocity, and these guys are not so into that.
 
For all the girls and women that don't get this yet... If he were wearing a belt, you'd be a notch hole in it. Please, get off your knees and go get yourself a dose of respect, 'cause you ain't gettin any from that guy.

Let's talk about wandering eyes. Should women just get over it?

It's instinctive, but that's not to say it's the way a man has to behave. Sometimes the only way he'll change his behavior is if his woman requires it and even then, it's hit and miss.  Men don't stop looking, they just get better at hiding it.
 
 
How hard is it for the average man to be monogamous?

Not that difficult. Listen, cheating injures your marriage, your wife, your children, and your bank account.  Does a man need more motivation than that?  In the end, it's a sense of closeness and intimacy that he's been able to have with one woman that keeps him on the straight and narrow.  It's just too risky and too painful to lose it over a nooner.  (I do think it's possible that risk is a factor somewhere in this equation but it messes up my conclusion).

When a man is having sex with a woman, what is he likely to be thinking about?

He's like a pilot landing a plane, zeroed in. What's going through his head is:   I'm having sex, I'm having sex!
 
What are guys insecure about?

Am I good enough? Am I big enough? Am I doing this right? What they aren't worried about is, 'Is she faking it?' and they probably should be...just a little.
 
Do guys exchange notes like women do?

They talk a little among themselves, but from what I've seen, a guy will work things out with one woman and apply what he's learned to everybody else... then he's dumbstruck when his hat trick doesn't work with everybody else.  Guys would be much better off exchanging notes with women.

Are men threatened by female sexuality?

If a woman comes on to a guy, he could not be happier. Period. If he's attracted to her, even better.  Now, when it's over, he's going to go, "I wonder if she does that with other guys?", and that's when he feels threatened.  It's not about her sexuality with him, it's about her sexuality without him.

What's the one thing men don't want women to find out about them, ever?

Most men won't admit this, but it's how much they need women. They don't want us to know that having the power of "yes" or "no" means we hold the cards.

I'm going to say something, and you tell me how much of a turn-on it is for men, from 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest in terms of importance...
 
Bringing a woman to orgasm?

That's an absolute 10 for some men and a 1 for others, but we don't want to be messing with those other guys. On average, I'd say it's about an 8 or 9.  It's important, but mostly because it reflects on their performance, not necessarily your enjoyment. 
 
A woman talking dirty?

For some guys that's a 10, but the overall rating... about a 3. For the wrong guy, it's a 0 and a kick right out of the bed (same goes with spankies, ladies).

A woman who takes care of her body and gets herself 'fixed up' for a man?

That's an 8. No, a 10.
 
Flirting?
 
As long as it's with them, high marks: 9-10
 
With their best friend?  Move along lil' sister before someone starts throwing punches. 

Next, let's do the same thing with turnoffs, 10 being the biggest turnoff.
 
A woman who doesn't feel good about her body and whines about her looks?

That's up there in the turnoff category:  9-10
 
Breast implants?

My research (cOugh!) says that for most guys the turnoff factor is about a 6, but we know there are plenty of guys who are into them, so I'm giving it a 60/40.  This is debatable depending on the crowd (East coast/West coast, high school/law school, Miami/Portland.)
 
Calls a guy at home, texts him more than once?
 
Also a non-starter ladies: at least a 7, I don't care what your feminist gal pal tells you.  Men are turned on by primitive things, like The Chase.
 
I'll give you ONE text just to get you to take the excuse that 'he doesn't know my number' right off the table.  After that, run silent.  If he wants you, he'll find you.  Timing is more important that we ever give credit to.
 
Just one more question. How do you like your pizza?

A rich sauce, spiced up with some peppers, some nice hot Italian pepperoni, and regular crust—emphasis on the regular.
 
 
Am I wrong? Holla...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Credit goes to Dr. Drew Pinsky for inspiration and information.  He covers this and much more in his radio talk show, Loveline.
 
 

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Um, this was informative. Not to mention I am craving a slice of pizza right now. ~r
Oh this one is going to be a ratings hit. I can smell the pizza cooking from here.
True intimacy requires reciprocity, and these guys are not so into that.
HIGH FIVE.
rated with hugs
Holla! I'd love to tell you I'm an expert on this, but.... Howsomever, I do believe you got at least a 95% on this "quiz." Can we just skip to the pizza, please? I like pepperoni, onions, green olives, and mushrooms.

Lezlie
You guys, I just ordered 'pizza' for dinner... really! I could use some... pizza.
I will have the meat lover's pizza, please! R
In terms of the cheating question, I've always liked the way the movie "Moonstruck" presented it: men are afraid of death, so they want to get out there and be with other women to make themselves feel young. Luckily, not all men are this way. Hoping mine will just continue to do battle re-enactments and play video games and keep the staying young, at that. I also think French men view women affirming their sexuality differently - they tend to want a woman to be a little less dominant than they are. Thanks for a fun article on everyone's favorite subject.
Jeeze, Gabby, were you always this smart? So much of this is spot-on.

Most guys are too damned stupid to admit (or even think about) how much they need women in their person lives.
@ Alysa, I've also heard French men have the endearing trait of fondness for older women... I can live with that.
If he's going to get turned on looking at someone else, I better be the beneficiary of all those good feelings. You forgot the questions about threeways.... and why men keep suggesting them, and whether or not they really want the answer to be yes.
Good analysis all around, GA, are you a sex therapist? Perhaps you should be.
I don't see anyone ordering sausage pizza...

{[R]}
I'll take the pizza, but hold the men (plus it seems like they pretty much suck at sex, anyways)


@ Leepin Larry: I ALWAYS order sausage pizza - with the sausage cut into fine slices. Plus I like those things that look sorta like mushroom caps too... Our local pizzeria calls it the Lorena Bobbitt special!
;~)
It's always interesting to ask males if they have GLBT friends.
3 ways are off my radar but I would imagine most men only fantasize about being the recipient of attention, not the delivery man, which would turn the whole idea back on itself pretty quickly.

Someone send a sausage pizza over to Larry's.
"Also, it matters that you're excited. We forget that what makes it great for the guy is to rock us, to see us excited about being with them."

Truth be known, this is probably the cause of more infidelity than anything. Call it Rule One. Men want to be with a woman who is turned on by them. If a woman stops being excited about being with her man, then every random woman in the office or at a bar who shows even a little interest becomes competition.

On the flip side, the man can't just eat and run, so to speak, if he wants to keep his woman fascinated in him. On average a woman requires 30 minutes of lovemaking to achieve orgasm, while for men the average is 7 minutes. In order to keep getting his 7 minutes, the man needs to be willing to keep investing the 30 - 60 - 90 minutes, whatever it takes, to make sure she is satisfied.

To men who seek my advice on relationships I offer this simple mantra... "Ladies First!"
Sorry, forgot to place my order... Chicago Deep Dish, please, sausage and mushrooms, Pizzaria Due style. Those Sicilians, they know how to rock!

If thin crust, then I'll take a Brooklyn Coal Fired Pizza Margarita, with fresh house made mozzarella that melts in a flash in the intense heat, fresh basil and tomato slices, on a base of a scant spoonful of intense sauce.

Ham does not belong on pizza. Pineapple even less. Pepperoni was foisted on an unsophisticated public because it was easy to make. Real Italian sweet sausage, aromatic with fennel, a scattering of garlic, sliced portobellos. 'Tis enough, for God's sake.
You are so close on these things that it is kinda frightening actually, Gabby.

In my much younger single days, I seriously considered taping a small poster to the ceiling above the bed. It would have had four items on it.

1. I have never done it THIS way before.
2. My God, you are soooooo big!
3. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop.

There was another one, but I cannot recall it right now. My idea was to ask the lady simply to read those things repeatedly to me with as much emotion as she could muster. It was difficult to persuade some to say anything. A guy needs feedback.

I am past all that now, thank goodness.
Hmmm, much for thought here. But first Lezlie of the SW... green olives? That is just so wrong!

This would be a good open call. My first instinct is to copy all the questions and do my own post, but instead I'll reply to this premise Abby.

"Sex for men is like pizza, okay? You put ham on it, you put onions on it—all good."
No Ma'am! That is soooo not true. As wonderful as it can be it can also be equally awkward. We sometimes find ourselves in these situations which seemed like a pretty good idea at the outset, only to find ourselves seeking the fire escape, or a nearby window no more than three stories from soft ground. As we are being ridden like a show pony by a once seemingly mild mannered secretary who has turned cowgirl, complete with chaps and lariat, we tend to close our eyes and plan whichever quick escape is least painful.
Bad sex certainly exists for men. I've heard it referred to as coyote sex, where you'd chew your arm off to get away from the woman in the morning if you wake up and she's sleeping on it.

And of course that's a two-way street. The . . . uh . . . failure to launch that every guy has experienced, sometimes even at a young age if you don't eat right (if you don't like oysters, just take zinc) or take care of yourself (too little sleep, too much booze).

r
! Brassawe - maybe #4 was "Man, what huge brass balls!"

(...over it? must have a good woman now, yeah?)
I should add as a footnote, I like the Italian attitude on blow jobs. If you really love her, would you ask her to? As one of the Corleones says--"That's the mouth that kisses your children--you have your mistress do that."
Okay, Okay. I'm giving that one to Trig and Con. Coyote sex is a common result of beer goggles. Keep your head on straight and maybe you're less likely to end up 'rode hard and hung up wet' and missing an arm.
@Con, reminds of the time that a married woman from work called me at home, drunk. She wanted me to escort her to The Cold Club. As we passed City Park on the way she asked me with a sly grin to pull over. Huh? She snatched me out of the car and led me hand in hand to a steep wooded precipice barely out of sight of beer drinking local rowdies, ripped off her dress and my pants, and said way too loud, "RAM IT UP ME!"

Mr. Happy pointed earthward. Proceeded to the Cold Club. We both got poison ivy. Her ex-Marine husband noticed the outbreak in places that are normally covered and asked her "so, who you been rolling around in the brush with?"

Still traumatized over that one! She was absolutely hot, and I was not even drunk...
I make my own pizzas and you'd better damn well like it! Mr. Vance doesn't understand why I'm suddenly all up in arms.
I'll take Dave's pizza, minus the portabellos, but maybe with some oyster mushrooms instead. Yes, sausage pizza, with a spicy and aromatic sauce, hand fed by said lover. Different set of o'gasms.
Actually, no, Gabby. Since you pinged back, this is what I was alluding to with the "past that" remark.

The various things of which you write here are more applicable to younger people, I think. The whole deal is more complex for them. With older couples it is a more business-like affair. Less complicated. That is not to say that it is necessarily any less romantic.

Older women are more straightforward. The older man's first task--emphasize "first task"--is to get her off at least once if that is at all possible. Take whatever time is necessary. Try anything and everything. Figure it out. Because that is what she is there for. That is the reason for her presence.

After that is taken care of, do whatever you yourself want. If you have taken care of her first, she will probably be receptive. An older woman tends to have this nagging fear that her last orgasm really was her last orgasm. Nice things then flow from her delight in finding that it was not.

I am no expert, mind you. Just the working theory of a journeyman. This all could be totally wrong.
Him Tarzan, Me Jane, all good. rrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Brassawe - For my money you're right on the money.
while we are on the subject.

i put a condom in my wallet in high school
just in case i got 'lucky'

do you think it's still good forty years later?
We women do have great power. And I'll have a slice or two.
"Guys say there's no such thing as a good blow job— if it's a blow job, it's good."
ok, I am here to tell you that that is not true. My first love (in a fit of pique) told me he was going to tell his best friend (who I had a crush on- we were 19) that I gave lousy blow jobs. It probably was true- I was new to everything. I'd kissed before, but...
Anyhow, it is possible to be bad at blow jobs. I'm getting the giggles just remembering one time a guy held my head in a car (he was an asshole, and lousy at any form of sex) it came out my nose and I gagged and almost threw up on his stomach-
*blech* I could do w/o the business myself. When someone asks for one I immediately soul clench and steel myself for the process, which I'm sure is not sexy.
I admit I'm boring, though I do like pepperoncini on my pizza. Which means I have to make the pizza myself. I'm lucky that my bride of 30 years is beautiful and luckier still that she's the best person I know. Those lead to good things, so I don't do a lot of analysis about it...another lucky thing.

Interesting read. =)
@trig hemingway palin: Well green olives cannot be any worse than anchovies! I am laughing my ass off thinking of you and that hottie rolling around in the poison ivy. Earthward, huh? I just hate when that happens. :-)

Lezlie
I already knew my husband was a narcissist, but I love him anyway. I prefer monogamy, on my end, partly because I'm a bit of a germaphobe, but I've been known to tell boyfriends past that they were free to be as long as they used a condom on both ends. Most men don't believe a woman when she says that. I meant it. I know, I'm not normal :)
We gotta' talk dear! Exactly ,which mutations in the genetic sequence of an organism did your case study come from? Hmm, if the sex were only ok, blame it on faulty biomimetics, or maybe receptor was off... Never happen again with that person, write 'er off as a too drunk/high thing,eek!/// Intimacy, the touch/feel/taste/ smell of another, where 2 become 1, is all that matters... Felatio's merely a thank-you very much, love ya' later-baby-bye, substitute.../// Wandering eyes... the mysterious ways of semiotics, I'm a huge fan of observation ( natural act of most humans) don't read too much into anyone who is, those who aren't, gowno!/// I turn off the brain during sex, feel that chemically charged, kinetic explosion (thermodymically speakin')... We all have our own particle accelerators wired into our mainframes, feel bad for those who haven't tapped into theirs... Take that Higgs Boson!
/// Monogamy, all about receptor thing mentioned earlier... Boredom is a cowardly excuse a poor receptor...///Insecurities, like the top scoop fallin' off your ice cream cone, never worth the worry, devour what's left...///Notes, female sexuality threat, dark secrets, ya' kiddin' right?///Happy ending for her important:).../// Talkin' dirty sorry, thats' just plain stupid shyte,,,/// After shootin' beautiful faces/bodies for years, I'm a big fan of natural beauty...///Flirting, please!/// Turn offs, ignorance...///Wine, love it... Whinnin', make it stop mom!///Implants, ridiculous...///Call me, don't be afraid, you can call me... I don'text...///I dig my pizza with company of course, I'll pick up wine... RRR
@ Bell, at least your arms aren't sporting poison ivy - PIZZA FOR DINNER AND YOU'D DAMN WELL BETTER LIKE IT!

@ Brass, sounds like a man with a plan - glad to know there may be someone like you out there when I get there. Wherever that is.

Trig, if you can't be a shining example, be a huge cautionary tale, buddy!

Mr. Schanz, if you want to schanz it, I say go for it dude!
Patrick, my very cool man. I guess I might need to have what you're having, dude. Someday.
BSB, I tried that. I found it wanting in the end. At some point there's connection or there's disconnect. There is a stopping point. Mine was when it dawned on me that the protection thing might not be two ways... fortunately I have my health.
@ bbd ~ friend, you're living a blessed life.
Can everyone tell I was out for dinner? Sorry, and not meaning to boost the blog. I generally respond back in one grand gesture. I just had to say one more thing.

Julie? DAMN!

and David, thanks brother.
Well, now nobody has to bother interviewing me. Just copy and paste.
I was hoping some man would say what Patick did... gives me a bit of hope here...
Lezlie - you've got to get your mind around this... pizza started with Sicilian fishermens' wives throwing anchovies and odds and ends of leftovers on top of the bread while it was baking. The invention of the tomato-cheese-basil trinity occurred much later, once pizza making moved into Naples. So even the lovely red sauce was an afterthought to the original, which was mostly anchovies and garlic and whatever else was lying around.

But green olives? Never.
Cranky - not letting you off THAT easy, copy and paste what might I ask?

Olives are perfectly acceptable preludes to something more exciting. There's that hole that can be filled with all kinds of exciting things... and some sharing that can go on... I'm on board with the olives guys.
Not that IIIIIIII would print this out and save it, but this was just perfect! R and Zumapick.
I'd like mine with extra cheese. Hold the anchovies. I'll get the napkins.
Thank you :))
Who new OS could be such a gleaning place, hmm ... Maybe there's some truth to that pesky old Greek mathematicians, "golden ratio" about size and proportion...
Truly loved the thoughts here, but when fact enters the equation, compulsion to reproduce is in our genetic makeup, and from there the plot thickens... Aww Rita, thanx for the smile!
Patrick, the golden ratio is alive and well. I've seen the perfect example and can't get it out of my... um, mind.
I will have no comment as my policy is to comment on only things I know something about. Pizza--black olives, sausage, pepperoni....
This is the closest thing that I've ever seen to actual sense from a woman's perspective on the male libido.
It's at least 75-80 % accurate.
I'm not going to go into great detail, but I agreed with David Kinne except for the pizza. Ham and pineapple, easy on the cheese deep-dish Hawaiian is the supper of champions.
If it doesn't take all night you're just not trying hard (pun intended) enough.
Trig Palin nailed the whole secret heart of the male thing if we are fessin' up.
And Veronica Lodge articulated it.
My only input is watch the teeth, BJ's can be PAINFUL, and yes size does matter, but ladies everywhere should remember that it works both ways!
(R)ated for wisdom beyond your peers Gabby Abby!
I'm with you Ms. Gabby. Funny and much truth. How about the joke I heard yesterday.

"Why is the Jewish girl smiling as she walks down the aisle?" 'BECAUSE SHE KNOWS SHE'S GIVEN HER LAST BLOW JOB!" ha!
Fred said it here, folks. Size matters.

Gail, I think that would apply to ladies of all religious affiliation, and even those with none. Big smiles!
Aaaah men/sex/dating....one of my favorite subjects. I like your take on things too
I'll take cold pizza for breakfast -- but I prefer it warmed.
Abby, this is both funny and true. Very well written and fun to read! I'm not sure if it's fair that you know this much. LOL!! Your very first question about the difference between good and great sex made me laugh because it was so true. I used to work with a guy who would always say, "Even the worst I had was pretty dang good!"
You've hit the nail right on the head! This was so great. I have been struggling to give this friendly note to a guy for so long. A little letter on how I appreciate him and so kind he is. Knowing how guys are, I have been leary about giving it to him. I just am afraid he may think I am... Crazy!
I'm a one pizza guy, but I think you were right on the mark. At least for the parts I understood...

K
Nice list and great details.
How do I like my pizza? Let me count the ways.. Many men like it hot -n- ready, Like Little Caesar's Pizza. Am I right?