It’s sad really – people nowadays seems not to know the difference between to be attracted to someone and self-seeking “love”. People around them is mainly looked up to as objects to satisfy private and selfish needs.
I met a man the other day just for coffee and a friendly chat. Now I’m depressed because he brought his “needs” on the table – and getting a man’s genitals in my cup with coffee is not what I find tasty.
So I’m a bit low and disapponted at the moment… Yes well, my son said to me it was anyway a nice try, but I’m tired of trying!
If I fancy a man my mind is occupied with the cause to get to unzip his jeans. I simply can’t get this urge out of my head when he’s away and all I can hope he has the same desire for me.
Yes, if I desire and love a guy, all in me seeks for him and him only. All the rest of men in this whole world are of no interest. I just fancy them for coffee and talking politics and art and food and sports and “life” and that sort of things.
Who can, by the way, get a desire for a man who wants nothing more than to satisfy his physical needs? It’s easier to get fulfillment with a man wanting you for money, he’s at least focused on you and not on himself. Have men in this times forgot the art of courting a woman?
Friends and lovers…! I need friends to be friends and stay friends. But it’s not easy to get friends in mature age. Because as aged, we have all a history and some of us has a more traumatic story than others.
But you surely can sniff your “brothers in arms” instantly when you meet them. It’s subconscious recognition in the early phase of a meeting. Yet past and harmful experiences is not a good basis for a loving relationship. That can be the cause why bad relationships repeats themselves.
But everyone, dysfunctional or not, has some good qualities. I once knew a guy who never said a word about love but he tapped on my door commonly every day when he passed by, just to see how I was doing.
With time we became close but it showed he was not a nice person to be with. And I was also told he was no good and it was certainly true. Yet, he cared about me. Yet I loved him dearly for a short time in my life, whether he was worth it or not. I was not thinking along such lines.
Memories, yes… but what are memories? All what once occurred becomes to viewed images in dim lights. Can you trust the distant illuminations of them? Was is so good? Was it really so bad?
Only pains remain same.