What Have We Become?

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Tuesday, January 6, 2009:

They’re both in their thirties,

very early thirties!

She’s a magical woman,

indeed a Dreamgirl,

with long dark hair,

and huge liquid eyes.

She has the womanly body

men so crave.

He loves to be with her,

and loves her touch.

She loves sex,

and loves sex with him.

They fall asleep making love,

and wake up making love.

He was so proud of her

when he introduced her to his parents!

But where does he go the other half of the weekend evenings?

He loves to spend time with her,

and loved their trip to Europe just a few weeks ago.

She is intelligent,

has educated herself,

and is in a great career.

Why did he break-up with her last night?

Does he think he can find someone better?

Will he ever be able to commit?

Are we a nation

who will raise our children

out-of-wedlock?

Do we keep searching for thrills,

each new woman a greater thrill?

Is each no better than the last?

Are we willing to give up

the excitement of a new conquest

for the intensity of loving one woman completely?

Is the trust of knowing the other is there,

and will be there,

worth giving up chasing others?

Is it wonderful to come home to one woman,

the same woman,

night after night?

Will he be glad to see her

and cuddle up with her?

Is emotional intimacy what it’s about?

Is that possible when he’s having sex with another?

Are we a nation of friends,

no longer husbands and wives?

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Text message anatomy of the break-up, edited to protect her identity:

Monday, January 5 messages:

Dreamgirl at 7:18 pm:  “Mike, he is on his way here to talk about the relationship and I am panicking.  This is it….”

Seneca does not recognise the phone number and assumes she is worried about her physical safety.

Seneca at 7:22 pm:  “Do you want me to pick you up?  Who are you?”

Dreamgirl at 7:22 pm:  “Ha Ha.  I’m your out-of-town friend, silly.”

Seneca at 7:25 pm:  “OMIGOD!  Good luck!”

Dreamgirl at 7:26 pm:  “Thanks!  I have a bad feeling though :(“

Seneca at 7:27 pm:  “He cannot do better than you!”

Seneca at 7:31 pm:  “It makes me feel good that you thought of me!  Text me when he leaves.” 

Dreamgirl at 7:32 pm:  “I will do.  I am so scared.  Thanks, Mike :)”

Seneca at 7:34 pm:  “If you want, call me when he leaves.” 

Dreamgirl at 7:34 pm:   “Ok”

Tuesday, January 6 messages:

Dreamgirl at 8:32 am:  “We broke up :(“

Seneca at 10:15 am:  “I can’t believe it.  What an idiot he is!”

Dreamgirl at 4:00 pm:  “We just talked.  You were right.  He keeps saying he loves me.  He is just not ready to settle down.”

Seneca at 4:07 pm:  “Maybe he’ll never settle down.  I already put up a story about you.” 

Seneca at 4:12 pm:  “I’ve really gotten a bad attitude about dating.  I look at each prospect as my next failure.”

Dreamgirl at 4:13 pm:  “I hear ya.  I don’t know what to do about him anymore.”

Seneca at 4:40 pm:  “It is rare for these things to turn positive.  That’s why I’ve given up on Adriana, even though I won’t admit I’ve given up.”

Dreamgirl at 4:47 pm:  “I don’t know if I will give up but I will date others without a doubt.”

Seneca at 4:48 pm:  “Good for you!”

As Seneca as done for the last seven years, when he feels sad, he turns to Maggie:

Seneca to Maggie at 6:27 pm:  “Miss you, baby!  Gettin’ older.  Gettin’ tired.”

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Dreamgirl, the Don Juan of Women

Leah Kelley

Wednesday, November 12, 2008:

Dreamgirl lives in a distant city.  She and I give one another advice on life and love, as if she needs any!  She has five males and one female in love with her.  If she lived here, the number of males in love with her would be six.  What a lover!  She writes:

Mr. D has been insisting on meeting.  He tells me that he misses me and texts me all the time.  He is super hot, but somehow I am not too interested in him.  I even cancelled Miss A (this weekend).  We may meet next weekend.

I miss Mr. J and Mr. S though.  For different reasons.  I am so torn.  

Mr. S offers everything I want in a relationship.  I love to cuddle with him, the way he touches my face and my hair. He thinks I am the greatest thing on Earth and I can see myself with him.  I feel butterflies everytime I see him. 

Mr. J means everything to me.  We have a connection that is beyond words.  We are so intimately close, yet there is that wall that we can’t seem to cross.  I do believe (him) when he says there is nothing he would not do for me.  And physically, I can’t resist him.  It is like I closed my eyes and imagined the perfect man for me, and there he is.  His body is strong but not overly buff……..just perfect.  His eyes are so blue and his hair is so blond and soft.  I can spend all night just touching him, kissing his skin… 

Love is so complicated..

 Seneca adds:

Mr. C, who may have been the love of her life, is circling in a holding pattern.  Mr. R seems to have been rightly discarded for his inability to treat a woman like the lady she is.

Seneca is in awe of Dreamgirl, and knows the heartache she causes!

Sunday Morning With Dreamgirl

sex by FrauPlanlos

Sunday, September 21, 2008:

Dreamgirl is in love with Joe.  She had dinner with his parents Saturday, and it went very well.  She also has an infatuation with a girl named Sally.  This is what I wrote her:

I’m PROUD of you! 

I KNEW they would love you!!! 

How could it be otherwise? 

Your gift to them was perfect. 

I have never heard of anything that thoughtful. 

They love you! 

Joe Loves you! 

I love you! 

YOU are with Sally!!! 

I’m NOT with Sally!!! 

There’s something wrong with this picture!!! 

I’m givin’ up women.  

For real. 

I’m getting my balls cut off 

Gandhi did that, you know?  

Sick MF’er!!! 

Maybe mine are already cut off. 

Maybe my women already cut ‘em off! 

I dunno!!! 

I’m gonna stick with Roxanne and Danielle,

if either will have me!

Roxanne prefers girls. 

So do I!!! 

I think Danielle prefers girls. 

So do I!!! 

Maybe I turned Roxanne off men!!! 

I dunno. 

I’m givin’ up women.

 For real!!!

 FOR EVER!!!

 Until I win Adriana back.

 There is intense pain

 starting in my left temple

 flowing into my left jaw.

 My left jaw is numb.

 The left side of my tongue is in pain.

 My voice is still gone.

 I’m givin’ up women!!!

 Look at how everyone is

 throwing their bodies at you.

 I’M GONNA THROW MY BODY AT YOU!!!

 GET OVER HERE!!!

 Except I’m givin’ up women.

 For ever.

 Love you.

Dreamgirl

sometime when it rains by bittersweetvenom

Written Sunday, September 21, 2008:

Dreamgirl has become an intense and highly supportive email buddy.  In spite of her advanced age, 31, she has compensating qualities.  Not that looks mean anything, ….. cough …… cough ……, but she’s GORGEOUS!!!  She has an innocent face with huge eyes and dark hair that is so perfect with her natural coloring.  She sent a photo to me with her arm around some guy,

supposedly her brother

Yeah!  Right!

and the woman in that photo is everyone’s Dream Girl.

She’s beautiful and radiates a healthy, natural sexuality.  When one knows of the passions that lurk within her, she is DEVASTATING!!!  No man …… cough …… cough …… or woman  …… cough …… cough …… can resist her!

I CAN’T RESIST HER!!!

Plus I kinda like her a little.

Fortunately for me, she lives hundreds of miles from Chicago.  That keeps me in control.  She has an intense love interest with a guy named Joe.  They really seem perfect for and crazy about one another.  She hopes that Joe will soon ask her to a monogamous relationship, and even more.  That may be coming.

She and Joe sometimes sleep on a rooftop,

gazing at stars together.

When my women see stars,

some thug has just beaten them up!

Sometimes she and Joe run into a forest

for passionate lovemaking amidst nature.

When I’m in the forest with a woman,

she’s behind a tree,

hiding from me!!!

Dreamgirl wants to hop on an airplane and spend a couple of days with me.  To dissuade her, I sent her a current photo, not the one I usually send from ten years ago.

SHE STILL WANTS TO COME!!!

I can’t believe it either!!!

Now I must be a little more firm, because this chick will come into town, cause me to fall madly in love, then run home to the guy she loves.  I’ll be in even worse shape than I am now!  So I send her this message:

 “I’m worried about you coming here.

 Whether you touch me or not, I will fall in love with you.

 I am VERY vulnerable

 and VERY insecure.

 If we stayed in bed and screwed all weekend, I will be broken-hearted when you leave.

 If you don’t touch me, I will be destroyed.

 If we have sex just once a day, I will be terribly in love with you.

 This is why I don’t respond to that issue (the issue of her coming to Chicago).

 I mean this sincerely.

 No matter what, I will be destroyed when you leave.

 You understand this, right?”

I cannot believe I’m telling a dreamgirl not to visit me.  It must be the alcohol and the drugs.

Except I hardly drink,

and never use drugs,

not even 420, dro, and Kush. (Bragging a little about the new words I learned, okay?)

Tush for Kush! (Some girl on Craigslist was advertising “Tush for Kush”.  Kinda cute, huh?)

She can’t believe I’ve asked her not to come either.  This is part of her longer response: 

“Why would you fall in love with me? 

I don’t look like a dancer. 

I don’t look like Adriana. 

I’m just a regular woman that has shared with you her secrets. 

You’re safe with me. You won’t fall in love.”

My head is spinning.  She does not know that she affects me deeply.  To me, she is a dream.  I cannot believe that someone like her would enjoy my company.  Did she even bother to look at my photo?  I dunno.

My real last name is not “Seneca”.

It is “Insecurity”.

You may call me “Mr. Insecurity”

Where is Adriana???

So, because of the utter destruction she would cause to my emotions, I must ask her not to come.  Yes, I must ask this Dream Girl not to visit.  So I reply, in my normal restrained manner:

“GIMMEE A BREAK!!! 

I KNOW DANCERS!!!

 I am so dysfunctional that I have dated VERY FEW women who are NOT dancers!!!

 YOU’RE HOTTER THAN ANY OF THEM!!!”

Well, I got that off my chest!  A subsequent email from me, in part and edited, states:

I honestly feel that YOU could overpower me more than (others).  That’s the source of my problem.  Of course, I can never have you (in a relationship).  That’s the further source of my problem. 

When here, you’ll be begging for sex, and I’ll be fighting you off!!! 

Then Savannah and Geanna will come over, and……….

Her reply, in part and edited, is:

Well…I found in you an honest man…with very raw feelings…just like mine. That’s why you know  all that you know about me. The purely sexual things and also the deep feelings I have for Joe.

I am indeed very sexual, and I love to experiment but I am not an idiot, nor a junkie or a gold digger. (She must be referring to my women, right?)  I am very confident in myself, even though I don’t look like a dancer and I am not 21 anymore. 

I love our communication, and how open and honest you are with me. I am learning through you too.

Dreamgirl does read the blog.  I now give her a message that she has not yet seen:

Honey, let’s think about getting together

in January or later,

maybe someplace warm,

if you’re not yet engaged.

I do hope Joe comes to his senses

and proposes.

He will not do better.

Believe me,

he will not do better!

Give me time to build up my body.

I am working out almost everyday.

I want to be beautiful for you!

Most of all, I will be reading more great authors in school.

Adriana so loved my spirit.

It comes from the people I read,

not from the pedestrian authors of the 20th Century.

I read of Love from Pushkin.

I read of Life

from Plato and Aristotle and Marcus Aurelius.

Let me build and read and prepare for you.

When I’m pumping iron,

I will think of a dinner

at a sidewalk cafe on a beautiful seashore

with you.

That will be my incentive.

That will keep me going.

Yes, the thought of you

will keep me going.

As will the thought of Adriana.

Love,

Mike