V-Carded! An Twenty-something adult male's struggle with virginity and sexual frustration

Nope…there isn’t a point or analogies to this story, you’re mistaken. Just a guy rambling with his thoughts is all.

You’re the top in your field at your job. Your talent is unquestionable. Many businesses would kill for your services. And that’s why you’re about to fly the coop.

Your life feels empty as your current job is unsatisfying, ignoring your need. Hell, you haven’t gotten “paid” well in months. Although you won’t tell them directly yet, you’re seeking a better job to make you feel as good as your last job once did. After all, your current job and you “just grew apart,” you rationalize.

You send out your resume and scour the online personals in hopes of attracting a new employer. The HR representatives start calling you to try and court you and while some appear to be decent opportunities, something doesn’t feel quite right about them. Other jobs look way too eager and desperate towards you, and you start to question exactly why they haven’t gotten ANYONE to fill the position in so long.

They’re nice enough so you don’t want to offend them directly, thus you give them fake contact information or simply not answer the phone or fax your resume. “I just don’t give out information to just anyone, it’s dangerous out there and I don’t want telemarketers,” you rationalize to yourself. Better yet, those employers should give you their number and “you’ll call them.” (Which you won’t.)

Some other lackluster jobs you actually DO agree to interview with. Because in the event that you don’t have promising aspects later on, then you need some sort of backup job to fund your meals, dinners and fun. Better to have a boring job and make money than be unemployed and broke.

But one day, you notice that a job is hiring that looks kind of promising. You come in to fill out the resume and take a look at the place. At least by the appearance of it, the place looks incredibly fun and energetic, full of personality and is RIGHT up your alley. As you fill out the resume, you give them your home phone, your cell phone, your parent’s phone, your dentist’s phone, ANYTHING to make it easier for them to get a hold of you. In fact, you’re going to be furious if they DON’T call.

What happened to your principles of giving your information out all of a sudden? Now you’re telling yourself “there’s something about this place” or “I have a good feeling.” Never mind the fact that you’ve only spent about thirty minutes with them.

Some time goes by and they call you in for an interview which gets you excited. You show up AS EXPECTED and ON TIME, but not without calling all those “boring” other places and telling them “sorry, something’s come up…maybe some other time.”

Sure enough, there is a rapport with the people you interview with and as the interview concludes, you’re feeling sure of yourself. But now comes the hard part…the wait.

Certainly it seemed to go well and a proper employer would call you RIGHT back the next day like any polite person….right? A day goes by. Two days go by…..no phone call. You don’t understand it. Those OTHER jobs called you IMMEDIATELY, but why not this job? Oddly enough, while you were thinking about this job casually before, now this job is REALLY on your mind.

After the third day, you’re nervous. Maybe you did something wrong. You’ve been told CONSTANTLY by other businesses courting you that you were talented…or so you thought. Perhaps you’re not as good as you thought you were? NO…WAIT A MINUTE…they MUST be talking with a better candidate. Someone better than you? How could that be…and hell…how COULD they?

More time passes…no call. Your friends tell you that they are probably busy and disorganized as businesses tend to be, but you won’t hear it. “Those employers are just playing GAMES,” you say. (When in reality, they’re simply just not doing what YOU want or tell them to like other ass-kissers do.) But it’s okay…you “weren’t that interested in the job to begin with.” If they called you, hell would freeze over before you’d meet those “jerks” again.

But eventually, the phone does rings. There are no apology and no uncertainty in the voice of the person on the other end. “Are you available for a second interview?” they ask.

After the call concludes and you finally stop jumping up and down like a hyper child, the only question left in your mind is “what am I going to wear?”

Posted May 19th, 2008 in Psychology

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