In the battle to define
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Disclaimer: Everyone is entitled to their own sexual choices and habits. There is no right or wrong way in my opinion to express your sexuality as long as it does not harm any one, does not force any one to participate or witness, and does not involve any one under the age of 18.
Otherwise, be you. Be free. It’s your body.
BUT … within that wide range of sexual expression, there are those who are widely open to all, widely open to many, and there are those who are selective, and those who are self-restricted and limited.
The issue I am about to talk about is wrongly assessing or appraising the sexual attitude of a person AND THEN when the person explains their preferences to you, acting like it’s a problem or a surprise.
Now it’s time for the story.
He oozed sexy through his skin. He could make any woman smile just by looking in her direction. He was on that level of sexy that causes random strangers to fantasize about being taken in a heated passionate dance of honey covered love on top of tables, against walls, without any regard for who was in the room.
THAT’S how sexy he is.
So it’s no surprise that he moves a little different than most men. He’s had so many women drop their guards and their typical habits for just a chance to be WANTED by this universally sculpted powerfully magnetic essence of manhood.
THEN HE MET… the sultry, magnetic, regal woman who was often compared to Jessica Rabbit, the Phoenix, and Alicia Keys. and while she knew she was powerfully attractive to many men, she refused to use that to her advantage, recognizing that a love based on her sultry nature alone would leave her always seeking more.
But, she was no angel,
and had once in a while allowed herself to play outside of commitments, but knowing the way Western society was shaped, she remained cautious without losing any of the passion or fun of life.
He wasn’t the first to run into her resistance and he wouldn’t be the last. She had met others like him on the battlefield of lovers, and knew before he started where this was going to go wrong.
He tried to lure her in with conversation over drinks, and then said, “We should take each other over for the night.”
She refused and reminded him that he was in a commitment and she wasn’t into playing with other people’s belongings.
He laughed and said, “Well you’re not the one doing anything wrong. You’d just be having fun. I’m the one doing wrong.”
Maybe that would work on some other woman, maybe one a little too wanton in that moment or perhaps one with a different set of sexual habits, but this girl wasn’t the one. She said, “I’m not interested in playing with someone who doesn’t understand who and what I am, and you obviously don’t.”
He was confused by her statement, not being used to women who think and function the way she does he made the idiotic mistake of saying, “What did you think I’d be your boyfriend? or fall in love?”
Fellas, in this moment, his ignorance was showing and it looked like some Trump salmon rolled up in some Bannon rice Sushi style.
She knowingly smiled and said, “No. I have no desire to be your girl because your value of women is deficient. You’d never treat me right and the only thing I was ever interested in was a conversation. You wanted sex, and now that I’ve refused you, you’re feeling some type of way. So … I wish you a good night. Hope you find a playmate out here, but it won’t be me.”
and she exited…
Now a man of any level of understanding would learn from this and let it go.
… but No,not this guy.
I went back and pulled up a conversation, and when he was coming through my area, he asked if we could chill, and then asked for a suggestion about a hotel that would be good for the area.
I did what I would with any other contact and told him, “Cool. If I’m free we can meet up for some music and drinks.” To which he said the following.
May his ignorance serve as a lesson to others.
Author: Jessica Bordelon
Passionate, powerful, & gentle, she is an artist that captures the strength , power & energy of femininity in its purest form.