OK, so I promised to bare all today. That, in the art of courtship would have been as disastrous as any expectation on your part that I will be telling you something you don't already know. So in act one of our trek back to the garden of sex Eden, let's go back to the basics of romance. It doesn't matter that the courtship will last just a few hours. It may be dinner, a glass of wine and then the dirty...for those emancipated type who waste no time. But, let's face it, there has to be a difference between Mr. Right This Minute and your stimulator back in your closet. Otherwise, what is the flipping point.
Look at our politicians for a pointer on how to do this. They lie to us everyday and as much as we know the difference between the choices to be the same; yes, same difference; we still flock to the polling stations come election day and do it one more time.
Which reminds of what I read as an adolescent about this politician who went canvassing for votes in a brothel. Apparently, he had misread the "erection" poster. But still, politicians make a very good point on how to get screwed with pleasure.They are mostly gross, they lie and cheat and yet we pay them to dominate us.
And this is just for the girls!
I wonder if my love of politics may be nature directing me to dominate or be dominated!
Chat to you tomorrow folks.
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