Love Of Oldie

Love used to be special, it used to be flowers and cards and letters. Love used to be a 6 oz. coke a cola and a stolen kiss in the driveway. Love used to be sweet and innocent, love was holding hands and doing homework together. Love used to be what all of us wanted but love has changed.

Love is now about how famous you are or how much money you have. Love today is who can I be seen with and how much jewelry one can collect. Love is presents which is nothing more than buying the person’s love. The more you give the more you lose sight of your love and more of ownership and commitment.

In the dream world that I live love is the scent of flowers and bumble bees, love is the warmth on my face and my hand in his, love is the sharing a piece of cheese cake, love is fun, love is simple and love is unique. I want the innocence of love once again and I want the purity of the heart.

To Love Me

I will tell you square away I am a bitch on wheels because life has made me that way. If you want to love me you better eat your post toasties, cheerios and wheaties to keep up with me sexually. You must like to laugh and be silly, letting the child within out.

You must like romance and hand holding, kissing in the rain, and making snow angels. You must like the earth and camping, traveling, humanitarianism, spiritual helps, enjoy reading, computers, always learning, and being daring.

You must be sensual and erotic, methodical and passionate, you must be flexible and not demanding on my time as I would not demand your time. I want a relationship where we do our own thing when apart and when together enjoy the hell out of each other.

If I am with you, there is no one else and I expect the same from you. I expect you to be a passionate kisser and love maker, a man who can please me at every turn. A man who knows the worth of this lady and respects her for it.

Tango

I am starting to understand how the dating process works these days and wow have they changed considerably in the last twenty years. Things are all about sex and that is the beginning of conversations and then you move on to the get to know you phase.

This is all quite backwards to me but I am finding it fun non the less. I don’t know if he realizes I am kidding with him most of the time but I wish I could see his face for his reactions. I’m sure he thinks I’m an arrogant bitch but I do not mean a single thing I type.

I am just messing with him and I think he is starting to pick up on when I’m joking as I am getting more lol’s out of him which means he is understanding my lack of seriousness in our conversations. I’m glad I  can make him laugh and make him feel care free because I know I do.

He needs just to relax and I think I help him accomplish that, at least I hope I do. I think he works way to much and I think he hides in his work as most workaholics do. His hours may be part of his job but he needs to be good to himself.

I’m starting to believe that he has feelings for me and I like talking to him, I can read him very well which is odd but I can tell when he is stressed out and tired. I’m really looking forward to meeting him and just relaxing together and talking and sleeping.

I know I should be excited about sex but I’m not for some reason I’m more interested in knowing about him and making his body and mind relaxed. I really am looking forward to bathing him and lieing in bed together just touching each other.

I know that is being quite idealistic but sometimes two people can communicate so well just by touching and even though we both have a huge sex drive I really look forward to simple times and relaxing. I know that sounds boring as hell but it can be quite nice.

I’m not going to see much of him as it is so I am not interested in going to any place we cannot talk and get to know each other. He seems like a real nice guy and I really like his voice as it is manly yet boyish which I like. He seems to be getting used to talking to me more and he even offered to talk to me after he jacked off but I knew he needed to unwind.

I get the feeling he contacts me as soon as he walks in his door and that’s a nice feeling, real nice feeling. It’s nice to get to know someone without seeing them then there are no preconceived notions and I do not care what he looks like.

He’s tall and I like that, the men in my family were tall and they made me feel safe and protected so I guess that’s the attraction to height. The 28th can’t get here soon enough for me and that is something I am not used to. I am not used to looking forward to something and I like it, I like it a lot.