Is Sharing Caring?

So, I was thinking.  You know, because I have so much time to think.  And because such great things come from my mind when it’s allowed to just roam freely. 

Anyway, I was having a conversation with my girlfriend.  About men….and stuff.  Men stuff.  Because it seems like we have nothing better to discuss lately.  Or any other time for that matter.  We all know that we talk about men all the time.  I’m including Rob in this because he’s all man now.

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Do you see what just happened there?

I got distracted by just thoughts of the pretty.

And now I want to pick up my iPhone and peruse the massive folder of Rob porn that I have saved.

But really…I’m trying to focus.

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I was talking about the new man.  Yes, I’ve become one of those women now.  You don’t have to roll your eyes and hate me.  I assure you that I’m already doing that enough for all of us.

Really, I’m bringing it back to topic.

We were discussing my sad need to know if his cock was pretty.  Yes, I’m aware that it might not be huge and glorious or resemble anything close to a Pringle can.  But I don’t think that pretty is too much to ask for.  This led our inappropriate conversation into the far more inappropriate tit-fucking territory.

You see, I have reason to believe that the man has a thing for boobs.  This is fine with me since my boobs are huge.  To be honest, as much as I would like to think my winning personality and beautiful smile are what initially attracted him to me, I’m gonna say that it was my big boobs – which were strapped down by a sports bra the first time he saw them.  Of course, I mean the first time he saw me.   

The conversation with my friend went something like this…

Me: Seriously.  I think he’s into breasts.

Her: Nice.  That’s a good thing.  You have a great rack.  This is a good match.

Me: Fuck.  He’s eventually going to want to fuck my tits.

::awkward silence::

Me: Never mind.  I’m thinking about it and that’s actually kind of hot.

Her: It could be good.  Especially if he has a pretty dick.

Me: I really hope it’s pretty.

See what I mean?  Ridiculous over-share is ridiculous.  Only it’s not.  Women share.  It’s what we do.  It’s how we bond.  And this made me wonder if men do the same thing.  Like is my new guy somewhere right now talking to his buddy and saying something like, “Man, I really hope she has responsive nipples.”  Or, “I hope her pussy is pretty and pink and tight.”

Sweet Jesus. 

I just died a little thinking about that.

But really…I want to know.  Do men share?  Do they talk about this stuff?  And I’m not talking about all men.  My best friend in the world is a gay man.  And he shares EVERYTHING.  But what about other men?  You know…the ones who like women.  The ones who like us. 

When we were younger, the consensus was that boys talked in the locker room.  Although, I’m pretty sure that was just shit along the lines of, “Yeah…I banged her.”  I don’t think there was any meaningful sharing going on.  Not that my tit-fucking, pretty cock conversation was so meaningful. (Even though it kind of really was.)

If they are sharing, is it the same kind of sharing? 

And if they’re not, are they missing out on something?

And why am I horrified at the thought of him sharing about me with someone else, when I am sharing about him?

What do you think?