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Love Hunt II - The LOVE GAME
I had to stop typing because one of the
girls came over and peered at me. She noticed my leg, how you say juddering,
and asked what was going on. My eyes went wide and I said, ‘I just made one
hundred payments!’ My voice was high and filled with great joy. She did not
believe me because she rolled her eyes but I know she is scouting for gossip.
The other women glanced at me before they sent her over. She has the smallest
bottom so had no issue leaving the chair. If they had any clue about our double
lives then I would be centre of all the gossips. I probably am their gossip
focus already because my knickers remain fresh and white because boyfriend
keeps buying and buying. ‘Here darling another lace thong.’
‘Thank you your thong buying highness!’ It
seems lace thongs have been bought as priority over food. A decorated Russian
bottom paraded rather than buy a decent meal? Men always amaze me in the order
that their brains work. Sex, food, sleep. Simple. Dick, stomach, rest.
Oh dear the women all type fast and
watch me. Bloody, bloody hell! How terrible... Grey-knicker wobbly bottom women
watching my every move, they are all discussing whether there is gossip. War of
the over washed-knicker worlds! This is like gossip vultures all waiting and
watching from the tree. I am innocent animal that they wait to swoop on when I
have moment of weakness. I will fend them off with lust list written neatly on
‘To do list book’. You know when I look at these women I feel sorry because I
bet they have not felt desire or passion for years. Flannel pyjamas and giant
underwear keeps their men in sheds playing and away from them! No wonder men
invest in model train sets and small gadgets... What else can they play with
other than dick?
Right lust list time... I have to make
payments now and try to get to one hundred before they check on me... Bloody! Bloody!
Bloody! Oh and Siberian village send regards. They said they are looking
forward to next dating instalment. They were very sad about Andreas and his
Christmas Eve cocktail sausage slipping in direction of other woman. Shame he
did not slip on own sausage and squash it! Sooooo is it time for LOVE HUNT?
Love hunt!!! Love hunt!!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE Huuuuunt!!!! I am singing.
Eva.
Hello Eva,
I am between
calculations at the moment. I thought I would rapid type just a quick
elaboration on what I realised about my relationship approach while I was away.
It seems I have been seeking out a man for a long-term relationship based on
all the things I ‘should’ want. Do I really want them? Where did I get these
‘shoulds’ from? Then I realised that we are all set Hollywood criteria and fairytale
‘Happy Ever Afters’. Why? I have a sneaky feeling it is to do with the fact
that it controls society. People stay in shyte relationships for economic
reasons and fear of being alone. Also women don’t want to be the source of
scathing gossip from fat, bitchy women whose husbands gain more pleasure
playing with a small train than having passionate intimacy with them. Dark eh?
All these comments about single people having something wrong with them. All
this bitchiness about how they spend so much time on how they look and what do
we see from the other side of the single coin? People who have become
complacent of the person they fell in love with. Where there was once passion,
now there is child vomit and flannel pyjamas. No wonder they resort to gossip. I
hope I never take for-granted any man that I fall passionately in love with.
I came to the
conclusion that lust is beautiful because it takes you into the body and drives
you towards desire. Why are we made to feel guilty about natural instinct?
Passion comes from somewhere – it is life force and there are times when a
woman simply needs a bloody good snog and a pair of pectoral perfectus to caress.
They will often belong to a younger man who is not nasally hair challenged like
the older ones... Some people might say this is a bit ‘cougar’ yet while I was
laying on a sun lounger being massaged by a rather attractive young man – it
dawned on me. Who said it was right that stinky, hairy men with cash had the
right to date young totty because they have wealth? Why do people sneer at
women with younger men when those younger men are searching for learning and
understanding on how to truly love and honour a woman’s body? Who is there to
teach men properly about how to respect and truly pleasure a woman’s body? How
many of them actually know it takes around twenty minutes to bring a woman to a
heightened sexual state and there we are Boom – a blown out sausage wonder in
less than a quarter of that time! Amazing. Someone needs to get porn off the
internet and provide proper learning to both sexes about the pleasure of the
body rather than diagrams of where to shove a tampon given by a female teacher
with a moustache!
In the
meantime, some clever nostril-hair-clad rich old bloke got all the old boys
together and got them to ‘cash in’ on the stupid idea of female beauty exchange
for old fart finance. ‘Let’s persuade women to tolerate all our dull
unfulfilling chatter and arthritis because we can pay for a decent meal. ‘We
will set the rules because we pay and they will admire us! It is fair exchange
chaps! Tally-ho!’
I thought about
the rich idiots I dated who believed they had power over me because they had
money. I explained to each of them that I assumed that wealthy men would be of
high intelligence and provide great insight. I did not need their money because
I have money so there is no power dynamic, so why do I have to play by these
shyte rules? I am sure that impressed them.
So I came to
the conclusion during the massage that for a woman to truly be herself she must
love herself completely and not allow herself to tolerate that which does not make
her heart shine and glow. She needs to connect to her true femininity and
embody it. I was reading a book about embodying the sacred feminine along with
another book about ignoring fairytales. It then got me thinking about how we
are fed fairytales of wealthy princes. Clever isn’t it? Persuasion from the
beginning to be saved by a rich prince. If this does not happen then you fail. Earn
your love by being beautiful. In the meantime, someone with a persuasive voice
advised women ‘you know you can get really nice shoes if you tolerate an old
man because he can buy you stuff. Both sides were benefitted – nice shoes in
exchange for rancid nostril hair tolerance. And so the dynamic continues – the
old financial fart exchange. Both parties know the financial fart exchange
stinks but both ignore the smell because money is involved! All these ideals
make me go - Grrrr!!!! Rant. Rant. Rant!
While I was by
the pool, I watched a prunesque old bloke with white chest hair and leopard
skin trunks flaunt his bustily-modified girlfriend who was definitely twenty
years his junior. She strutted while he surreptitiously passed wind. He had no
control. It was so weird when he was doing breast-stroke in the pool and a
trail of bubbles rose to the surface with every kick. The air was filled with
the aroma of intestinal sulphur. And she had to put up with that in exchange
for cash and body modification. She was his status symbol and he was her
income. Errch... I just realised ‘in come’ there we are – there is the fluid
financial exchange!
I will send you
the LUST list shortly... I have realised something big. It seems that youth is
exchanged as a commodity. What a superficial world. Does no-one truly know how
to love in the deepest sense? What has become of the value of maturity and
wisdom? I realise that I am superficial in some ways; although I have been out
with people sixteen years my senior and ten years my junior. I love the insight
from the ones who were actual gentleman and the advanced conversations. The
unfortunate truth is that I am too energetic for them and they often nod off
before anything amorous takes place. The younger chaps are fun and full of
energy and you can do lots of activities but lack the maturity to provide
insight. Where is the happy medium without the baggage? After all of this
reading and massaging I realised I like being single and having freedom. This
whole dating lark is an adventure really. It provides a great deal of learning
about others and myself.
Gracie.
To be continued....
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