Thursday, February 23, 2012

Oh, The Sexual Attraction ...

I drove to town today on some errands. None of them were worthy of note on this blog except one of my observations as I slowed the vehicle toward a traffic signal turning red. On the wide walkway to my right a woman was pausing to give her dog on a leash a chance to sniff the vegetation. My necessary preoccupation with driving in traffic prevented me from doing justice to the view that she presented. Nevertheless, the fraction of a second take was memorable, even worthy of thought later on the day. You all know that I am no longer a young man in my prime. I have done my deeds, and am trying to reap the benefits or fallout thereof. As a consequence, I have a wider range of appreciation for female beauty as opposed to those of you of much younger age.

My wife was next to me on the passenger seat of my car. She most likely missed the exquisite view that I retained of that creature. I could not say anything without arousing her wrath in the fashion that females do when feeling threatened by competition. It is a shame, for I wanted to share with her my feelings. Alas, some feelings need to remain private. This may have been one.

The fraction of a second image of a woman on the road was satisfying, and also provocative. She was underdressed for the time of day and season, but presented her features well. She was not in her younger days, but showed her self with grace and charm. Dog notwithstanding, she could have raised much support from males of all preference and age. I was just thinking, If I were free to date, how would I approach her, for surely I would be compelled based on her looks. My sweet wife was oblivious of my wayward thoughts and rightly so. I did not, and would not follow up on the provocative female with her dog. Yet, if I were free to do so, …

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Heartbeats Accelerating

Those of us who are terminal romantics have a problem with listening to love songs and as a result not getting drunk or harming ourselves in other ways. It is the case of just not having another way, constructive or otherwise, to serve a worthwhile woman for the moment.

It is not that I am in that way, at least, not to that extent. I have a worthwhile woman to serve. My problem is that I am aware of many other worthwhile women out there who need to be served, and there is no one to serve them. It may be a matter of ill-timing, bad vibes, problematic social skills, and many other ills. In most cases a one-time encounter with well-meaning loving man she could build her confidence. She could build her acceptance of the fact that she is desired by someone, and that someone is willing to care for her, and serve her, at least, in a one-time scenario. It need not be kinky. It need not be weird. It need not be sex oriented.

I am listening to Linda Ronstadt’s “Heartbeats Accelerating”. For many of you she is passé and old time. Still, one must give credit to accomplishment and to talent. She has had both in addition to being a beautiful woman. This song is heartrending, being emanated by a woman who is in need of love, perhaps lust satisfaction as well.
“Love, love, where can you be? Are you out there looking for me?”
She is reaching out for the part of her that is unfulfilled. Not sex, not sensual satisfaction, just love.

She is ready. Her workweek over, no plans for the days off, she hopes for someone to appear and take her away to joy.
“Will you come on a Saturday night
Maybe then the time will be right
Love, love, where can you be
Love, I am waiting
Heartbeats accelerating”
The tempo, the cadence, the melody, all support the mood of this needy lover. She is open to the outcome of the encounter, not dismissing the sensual aspects,

“When you steal into my room
What earthly body will you assume
Love, love, where can you be
Love, I am waiting
Heartbeats accelerating”
I love women without bounds. This is one of my wishes to be super hero, one who could multiplex my time and place to satisfy women such as this. No harm done, not regrets, no bounds, no commitments, just pleasing one person at a time in the way they would learn to be self-appreciative because they are loved, because they are beautiful.

Alas, I am only human. I can work only on one deserving woman at a time. Even then, I cannot change one person’s view of herself. We are our own worst critics.