Showing posts with label Intimacy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Intimacy. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not


Gone are the days of woman sitting on a hill, hopefully pulling petals off of some poor flower.
These days we focus more on the art of bringing men to there knees without them even realizing it's happening. No, not because we like to be cruel ::maybe for some of us:: more because while there are no two woman alike, we're just a different breed these days. Why sit and wait for a man, for love, for any thing we want really. When I get asked for advice about relationships and love, I say just tell them what you want. Get over here, take off your clothes. I know a little too direct for some, but really you should give it a try, it's fun.
Romance. To all you guys out there who dart around the car to open the door, pull the chair out at dinner, stand when we stand, or go as far to offer us the last scoop of ice cream ::wait that never happens:: Hats off to you. Of course romance still has a place in every day, in every life, but has the face of romance changed? I know the things that stick with me about someone change all the time, a touch on the chin, a sultry look from across the room, and always confidence. I love confident men, I would go as far to say that I have a complete fetish for confident men ::but that's enough about me:: In giving my straight forward advice I often hear the comment, that's not very romantic.
What does romance look like today? When I asked the question I got answers from all over the place. Most noticeable, Porn and Pizza! There is nothing better than when my girl has a new porn playing and pizza waiting for me when I get home, that is when I know in my heart that I picked a girl who loves me and I will love forever. From that answer I gather, yes, romance has changed. The chances of your grandparents watching porn together over pizza, admit it...are slim to none. When they dated romance was, a pin on the shirt and sharing a milkshake. On that note, I still think still think sharing milkshakes is romantic, but realistically I don't want to share my milkshake, I want my own and my extra refill tin.
Real. I grew up raised to eat, sleep, and live fairy tales, knowing that someday my price charming would come along and swoop me off my feet to the very large castle that waited just beyond that perfect sunset. But today, I have a very realistic view of my present and future, what I have today, what I want tomorrow, what I can strive for later. Am I too logical for my emotions? When I look at the woman around me they are strong, independent, and taking over the world ::uh huh, I said it:: And as a result of that, these woman raise their brilliant little girls to be brilliant woman, never waiting for anything to be given to them, working hard for what they want, and believing in themselves. As we raise this newer breed of woman will romance still hold fast? Will these reality based, head strong, non-raised on Fairy Tale woman still have an image of romance that has to do with flowers and surprises? Or will it be based on accomplishments and work ethic?
All these thoughts swirling in my mind, ending with the same feeling. I never regret falling in love, I hold each of those people dear in my heart. Maybe not in the same way, but with notice that each of these people made me the lover I am today. Romance, to me is anything that will stay with you longer than the moment, anything you can bounce back to and smile about. That being said I believe that romance can be all of the things listed above from a secret caress to talent and even a flower.
While I started out to write about the different ways woman and men approach love today, I think I hit closer on the note of, Romance...where are you? I'm often quoted to say Do it to it, while it's a silly saying I feel humbled when I hear someone else say it, because it takes me back to the feeling of why I like to say it so much. You want that something, little or big? Than go get it...do it.
-n
Photo of Roses in Feb

Friday, January 16, 2009

Parched and Craving



Opening a bottle of wine and turning on the tv for some noise, the travel channel is on. How I love the travel channel bringing me to all the places I long to visit. Awaiting a girlfriend to come over I pour a second glass of wine ::this one is better a little more open:: She catches me on the way home from work, which is my calm time after the storm and not the best time to call me. But I catch the bewildered tone in her voice and invite her over for some dinner. After being happily greeted by my two furry babies, she flops down on the couch next to me takes the glass I've extended to her and takes a look at the tv. Out of nowhere she announces

'That desert is wetter than I've been in months.'

Problem revealed and I didn't have to do any digging ::saves a lot of time:: I can't help but break into laughter, she gives me a serious look then giggles at herself. She is a classic case of Dry Spell, but what is the dry spell from? Sex, Relationships or something else. I agree that everyone needs to be intimacy. A time just comes when you want to be touched, you crave to be held, kissed...wanted. But you can have sex and not really get any of those things...which leaves a line. The people who think not having sex is a problem and people who rather wait for something more worth while, thus resulting with not having a problem with it. Back to the point of sex without intimacy and in the same breath intimacy without sex. My close friends can provide an intimacy and comfort that certain loves just can't, but I suppose the key word is comfort because perhaps what my dry spells are from is a little comfort. Back to the ball of pent up emotions on my couch... I do the math of the last time she dated one person seriously and the last time she had sex... and come up with the question, what are you missing? She looks at me eyes blank

'Sex, I'm missing sex.'

Now we know what side of the equation she falls on. What about that guy you talked about non-stop last week? 'Ugh, no he was all about himself and no one else, plus not that hot.' Well maybe you should be a little more picky. Now she gives me an are you out of your mind look, 'If I'm any more picky I won't be getting laid for the rest of my life.' Then it comes to me maybe she's being the wrong kind of picky... Just because a guy is a good sweet talker upon first meet does not mean he'll go the distance. She will frequently choose the sweet talker over an interesting guy any day ::to each her own:: I like puzzles, but most of my girlfriends don't. Anything that can keep my attention for longer than the weekend is fun for me, but if I meet you on Friday and by Saturday you've blown me up so much 'desperation' shows up on my phone instead of your name...we have a problem, take that back you have a problem. Maybe you're interested in the wrong guys. 'Of course I am, but all the so called right guys are soo boring.' I make the note that I haven't see her very often lately, she explains that she's been going on as many dates as possible. She frowns at my suggestion that she should take a break from the serial dating and figure out what she wants. She argues, and I end with a simple direction of Spend more time with friends.

There will come a time for most when you will have that person for a little while or for a long time, when there is a mutual feeling of 'Us against the world' but until then as you walk through a seemingly endless desert with not even a mirage to distract you, there is a comforting thought.

Life with great friendships is your lake complete with shady tree in the desert.
-n
Photo taken at the WWII Memorial