Over the past couple of days things on the personal side have been pretty
trying. With all the muddles I found myself in, it made great material for the
blog but I’m resolute to respecting my own privacy… nary do I want to regret an
entry… so here’s to sieving through the vast obstructions to unload on my blog…
An earlier post of mine explored the wonders of
chemistry and attraction. In my ramblings, I swore by the instinctive click and
feeling of kindred however another facet has emerged that has forced me to take
a second look at my ‘laws of lust’… the element of mystery.
The scene is set: wonderfully handsome clever man
meets awesome me and after several bouts of interaction, I conclude I’m really
none the wiser to the 'real' him but certainly subject and weak to his wiles
and charm. I don’t know him and yet…he’s constantly in my thoughts :-/
We talk…quite frequently at that… but if the KGB
picked me up hoping to squeeze info on him…I’d be useless and perhaps in shock
at how poorly I know my ‘ever present thought dweller’…
Perhaps it’s the cloak and dagger mentality that
keeps me piqued… this living spontaneity…this person in the shadows who makes
everything more wonderfully contrived that it needs to be… but whilst I
understand how a shrouded secretive nature may lure suitors, how sustainable is
it being ‘the international man of mystery’…?
Fact is…it’s cute…(for a time). The not knowing,
the guessing, the trying to fill in the blanks, wondering what exciting leads
are contained in his/her past, the imaginative build up… but if the adage about
expectations versus reality is true, then the centrifugal force that keeps us
going round and round in a lust tizzy must certainly come to an end..(right?)
Still spinning and awaiting freedom…
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