It's just about impossible to find a nice healthy attractive woman these days, although there seem to be many angry addicted ones available. When you get to be an older man that is the normal situation.
I guess I could take a look within and see if my imperfections are glaring. Am I really crazy or just humorously eccentric? Does being flawed myself make it not easy to accept others' flaws when in an intimate relationship?
I met a very sexy woman last year who had lots of issues and baggage. Her father had been a gangster who she said had sex with her. Her mother was a rotten bitch who shot their father in front of them when she and her sister were little kids. She was recruited to fly drugs across the country when she was fourteen and when busted at eighteen spent two years in prison.
When I met her she had just gotten out of a shelter for battered women after her last boyfriend had beaten her to the extent she thought she would be killed and she needed shoulder surgery to repair the damage. Is it any surprise she gulped strong coffee all day, smoked weed constantly, and guzzled beer and wine when she had the opportunity?
Other than all that she was a sweet sexy goddess.
It was pretty nice when she worked all day then drove across a mountain range a half hour to my place for dinner. We slept together, had breakfast, and off she went to work. Then she lost her job after two weeks, moved in, and I began to feel the pressure.
She started to pack with each discordant note and left in tears every week after each argument, but always returned. She finally drove off to the eclipse and didn't come back.
A year later I got an email saying she wanted to come visit and spend some time with me. (When I met her I hadn't been with a woman for way too long and doubted if I ever would again.)
So I ask myself what I could do differently this time to be able to keep her? She probably needs lots of therapy and I could help her through that. Do I start discussing her and my issues when she gets back or just play it by ear and mouth and tongue and …
Not that I am actively looking, but it’s just about impossible to find a nice healthy attractive man these days… in this town in particular… Maybe I’m not going to the right places lol…
I tend to find it amusing when two people meet or regard each other and both think they can do better. Probably why there’s so many single solitary people around: the internet can keep them company, without the aggravation of interpersonal chaos.
About two people regarding each other and each thinking he can do better: Christine Lavin – Trading Up:
I think you find your comfort where you can…
As always,
Laz
“Does being flawed myself make it not easy to accept others’ flaws when in an intimate relationship?”
“Flawed” covers a lot of territory.
(And this is the poem/ballad version)
Summer Surprise
It’s not so easy finding a healthy woman today
although the drunk crazy addicts are ready to play
The last one had just gotten out of a shelter
looking for peace and a man who won’t belt her
My friend set us up and it was hard to believe
here was this shining goddess right beside me
Our host said don’t be yourself and it’ll be fine
can’t you just be cool for the very first time?
I gave her my card which she tucked in her brassiere
that was a flirty message which was very clear
When the tasty dinner was done we glided out the door
into the parking lot where the flying squirrels soared
I held the tall hippie mamma’s body close
and she said the sweet words I’d been longing for most
“Would you like to stop by for a cuppa tea?”
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me!
I followed her down the mountain to her sweet little home
we smoked kissed and cuddled and my hungry hands roamed
We sat on the couch, talked for hours about life
when we were tired she invited me for the night
For the first couple weeks she was delightfully mine
this sweetheart survivor liked it anywhere anytime
We made out constantly on the couch every day
then into the bedroom where we got naked to play
She liked me to undress her, the impulse sublime
I hung her bra and panties on me like fruit on a vine
She chirped, squealed, screamed and bucked when she came
I almost lost a couple teeth with this exuberant flame
It was very exciting to watch her climaxing
I found out how she liked it by frankly asking
I covered the basics in my thirst for connection
higher? lower? faster? slower? was my sex education
I felt like a sex god and gave her lustful pleasures
those hot summer scenes were erotic treasures
With her ecstatic multiples feeling so god-given
her smiles said some E D was quickly forgiven
In private my cuddling was a thing to behold
but when shy in public she said I was going cold
She chain-smoked weed, drank strong coffee all day
when there was beer or wine she guzzled without delay
Her rotten mom shot their father in front of the kids
later the gangster raped her and that’s how she lived
At fourteen she flew with drugs and her bank account grew
four years later she was locked up in prison for two
She came west to trim weed and then stayed to grow
and finally hauled loads of great smoke to Ohio
When she lost her job and cabin I invited her in
the pressure was mounting when we were living in sin
Let’s talk about the future she sometimes said
we just met, can’t we enjoy ourselves instead?
With any slight conflict she lost it and packed
and drove away each week but always came back
She disrupted my routine and made me wonder
I asked her for some space and that was a blunder
She felt rejected out in the guest house that night
and appeared in the morning still very uptight
With her frantic mood changes the question I asked
would I rather have peace at home or piece of ass?
She said she loved me and drove off to the eclipse
life is tranquil now but that darling is missed