Do you remember your love life? I mean the whole thing? Is it a simple progression of a handful of names? Is there a similarity from time to time? Have you been passionate? Have you learned? Lately the history of it all has been coming back to me. You can never truly isolate one event from what led up to it and were it led from there. So your first playground crush is all of a piece with whatever torrid love affair you are or are not having right at this moment. The trick is in remembering. It is amazing to me how much gets forgotten. From crushing misery to passions enflamed it fades. The details blur and a mist hides the valley from the mountain.
But lately I've been glimpsing the larger outline that is the shape of whole thing, this thing we must call my love life, lacking better terminology. And as with any puzzle once you have the outline the pieces start to fall into place.
So if you are good boys and girls perhaps I'll tell you about a piece of the puzzle for a bedtime story tomorrow night.
But lately I've been glimpsing the larger outline that is the shape of whole thing, this thing we must call my love life, lacking better terminology. And as with any puzzle once you have the outline the pieces start to fall into place.
So if you are good boys and girls perhaps I'll tell you about a piece of the puzzle for a bedtime story tomorrow night.
Yes, I remember my love life, what ones existed. I'm a pretty conservative chick, so I haven't progressed very far. Never similarities. I ensure that one experience is completely different than the last one. I believe I've been passionate. I'd have to survey my previous lovers for that answer. I've learned a whole hell of a lot. Mainly what I learned throughout my sexcapades is that #1...be myself and #2...Dicks come and go. When one throw on his Nike tennis shoes and runs down the highway screaming "feet don't fail me now", another one is usually walking up saying "hey, wanna play hide the salami?"