SEX YES....LOVE NEVER!!

SEX??YES!!! LOVE…NEVER!

"Never?"


" NO!" he said.

“WHY NOT?” asked ANASTASIA innocently.

"Love smothers me."

"Really?" Anastasia glanced out at the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, her lips turning up ever so slightly as she thought back. "Do you want to hear a story?"



THIS BLOG IS ABOUT LOVE…NOT MARRIAGE OR LIVING TOGETHER.


One of my friends said he was not interested in LOVE. Why not I said…think you’re too old? He went on to say Love smothers you…He said if HE were IN LOVE with me he’d phone all the time and wonder about other guys.


EXCUSE ME, H, but I haven’t seen that yet.
Does that mean no one has ever been REALLY in love with me?

I got flowers, chocolates, jewellery AND love letters. One guy promised to cook something gourmet for me if I came to see him. People think I’m independent because I’ve travelled all over the globe on my own…Maybe I just didn’t have any female friends???? Is that possible? No female friends that understood me, anyway.


Once I went on a trip with my Brit boyfriend. Was that ever a mistake! Let’s say he was a mistake before we went on this vacation. When we first dated, he didn’t know how to ski, so I taught him. After his third time out, he said he skied better than I did. (That was because he was socialized to believe he had to be better than any female, especially me)

Could be his mama told him so: “Terry, remember you are the man of the house” as a young boy. OR his dad said something like: “Son, stop that sniffling, you are a MAN!
He HAD to believe he could ski better than that ditzy blonde, Anastasia.

So there I was on vacation in Puerto Rico with MR-KNOW-EVERYTHING-BETTER-BECAUSE-I’M-THE-MAN. We saw the fort and now we were ready to shop (at least I was). In the liquor store I decided I would do the customary bargaining. Terry looked askance at my vigorous bargaining technique (taught to me by my daddy). When the old Chinese guy wrapped my parcel and happily handed it to me with a smile, Terry couldn’t wait to reprimand me. He said was totally humiliated by my bourgeoisie behaviour. I said, you think I should have tried to get more off?

The final straw came when he mechanically made love, once again…Auggghhh, I had been training this guy for months but you can’t put passion into a passionless man. That did it. Mid-vacation, I blew this guy off, as far as I could, considering we were sharing a room and I headed out to find a new boyfriend for the rest of the week.

I met a guy the next morning at breakfast—very hot looking with a smooth charm. We spent the rest of the week together (I found out he knew all about passion…no instructions necessary) and it was cool, except for the time I had to introduce him to my ex-boyfriend who was still sharing my hotel room. It was like introducing your boyfriend to your father when you’re a teen. My father usually hated all my male companions—long hair disgusted him. Now, Terry, my Brit-ex, to his credit was able to stay cool and shake hands with Manni, my new lover.

AMAZING THOSE BRITS!

Is there a moral to this story? Brits lack passion…Not true…he was like the rotten apple in the basket. Some Brits steam….ooooooooooooo!!!


ITS YOUR TURN TO SPOUT OFF ABOUT LOVE…DOES IT SMOTHER?
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