a reply to:
edward777
I did date a woman with some of the tendencies relevant to your query. She was beautiful, funny, and had a grace about her (except when she did not)
which was altogether entrancing. But aside from the fact that just the act of her walking down the street had an erogenous quality which I have never
seen equaled in life, or in fantasy, it was her intellect with which I found myself the most enamoured.
We had similar interests in terms of literature and art, and she had even been to university (which is more than I can say for myself
) so she was
able to converse on a wide range of topics. Our variously acquired smarts complimented one another quite well. We also both liked to drink copiously.
I however, had the stronger gut, which lead to me carrying her to her home on quite a few occasions, including one particular event which saw me carry
her home after she had drunk so much, that she had managed to vomit into her lap, while wearing a long, flowing skirt. Of course, by this point in our
relationship we had already been quite intimate, so peeling off her soiled garments, placing her in the shower, toweling her off and putting her in
bed was not an imposition to her.
The trouble is, that she was quite promiscuous, and I have always been quite traditional. In the earlier days of our association, I am quite sure I
would have married her if she had been willing, despite that fact. You see, we would meet up at the bar, but around the table at which she would sit,
would be five or six other males, all of them older than me, and all of whom had something going on with her. I should have known better, but at the
same time, she was never dishonest with me about what she was doing, and with whom. That is more respect than I had received from any other partner I
have had, and so I decided that since being a boy scout had never worked out correctly, that I would let it slide and continue to associate with her,
despite that.
She was strange in the bedroom though, without wishing to go into too much detail. She had some very strange ideas about gratification, sharing, and
the whole meaning and act of intercourse. She would think nothing of ensuring that I had been satisfied, and then turning over and going to sleep. She
was deathly afraid of foreplay, and did not understand my need to satisfy her in return. She once told me that there must be something wrong with me,
because all the other men she had ever been with just wanted to get theirs, and fall asleep. She never did understand that I wanted to be everything
to her, that she was to me, and that is still one of my deepest regrets about the whole sorry business. She never understood that simple thing.
In any case, things were never stable during our association. Sometimes she would involve herself with a moron, a savage with anger management
problems, and put her self at significant risk in so doing, and that was always a tense time. Things finally collapsed between us though, when she
started dating a man who used to teach at the high school I went to back in the day, a man I knew to be a convicted possessor of indecent images of
under age persons. I found evidence of as much online, and sent it to the lady in question. She saw the data, expressed shock and concern, and from
that I assumed that she would be breaking ties immediately, for entirely obvious reasons. Such persons as this man after all, should be vivisected, or
at least shunned until their natural death. However, she retained his company, and therefore I gave her an ultimatum, and told her that I could no
longer associate with her, if she was going to continue to see him, and she told me that she would not quit his companionship.
I have not seen her socially since, have eliminated her number from my phone, and blocked her number and e-mail address from contacting me. I would
have crushed empires, built new ones, raised monuments in her name, I would have done next to anything for her, but I could not accept her associating
with perverts. Oddly enough, despite everything, I miss her.