Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Enviable Self Control.

I know a woman who lives in a house with another young woman and a man of similar age. She tells me that she and the man spent a whole night on a bed recently, fully clothed and gazing into one another’s eyes. They both have their own reasons for wanting to remain celibate, apparently.

I do wish I were capable of doing that. In my case, such activity – or lack thereof – would be driven by necessity rather than intent.

I’m only putting this post up to get my October post total off thirteen. I’ll probably take it down when I’ve made another one.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

why would you take this down? Jeff, how about treating us to a pretty narrative about the Love of Your Life or The One Who Got Away or something of the ilk?

Maria Sondule said...

Lol, for me, gazing into someone's eyes or talking to them has always been more fun than kissing or anything of that sort.
I'm sure I'll understand you in time... :)

JJ said...

Dominique: You must be joking. The only real Love of My Life is a very long story indeed. As for the One Who Got Away, I chose to call her Sheona McCormack, and her story - which is much shorter - is up at A Handful of Stories. But thank you for your interest. The brighter lights are often unreachable.

Maria: I'm very glad to hear it. I doubt you ever will understand me, and I don't think you would want to. My predelictions in that respect verge on the sordid, and I have yet to see the slightest hint of the sordid in you. It's something I find appealing.