I was recently asked if I would prefer a life with one woman in which I find my soul mate and experience true love that lasts a lifetime or would I prefer amazing exciting sex with a different beautiful sexy woman every day for the rest of my life.
My first thought is that relationships are something you do because you want real love and safety and security and comfort and the price you pay for that is that every single day you have to fight and control and tame the beast that is within you that wants to wildly fuck every woman that crosses your path.
Either way you are screwed because no matter which option you choose a part of you will always want more, will want the other option.
But since those are my options I, of course, take the one woman and true love, the choice is actually easy and simple for me. I know which option is real happiness and which one is only superficial.
The third option in real life for most men, of course, is that you find love and a relationship and then you cheat on her constantly, or as much as you can, the problem then is that you are simply a sleazeball, a common liar and cheat, and you quickly lose your soul and that is the worst option of all.
Of course, I will acknowledge, there is a fourth option where couples have an open relationship or marriage and enjoy sex with other people while being monogamous with their hearts and souls but I think that is another discussion for another time and is simply too complicated to get in to in this simple post about traditional paths and choices for relationships and love.
The most honest answer if given the option for all men would be that we have a lifetime of amazing exciting sex with a different beautiful sexy woman every day until 20 years before we die when we find our soul mate and experience true love that lasts the rest of our life.
If you are a woman reading this post, this pretty much sums up men when it comes to relationships and love and sex and this is all you will ever need to know about men. Everything else when it comes to the men in your life is just noise.
I was so in love with her. Crazy in love, so in love that I would have killed someone for her if she asked me. Then one night she did.
She told me she was being blackmailed by this man named Roger, she refused to tell me for what but she said that all he wanted from her was sex.
I understood, she was beautiful, sexy beyond belief, I can not say I would not do the same thing if I was in his shoes, she was that desirable.
But I could not have another man having sex with the woman I loved, the woman I hoped to marry.
So I planned and I waited for the right moment to kill this man named Roger. I followed him for weeks, figured out his schedule and I finally knew exactly when I was going to do it.
The night came, I knew he always walked home and took a shortcut through a dark alley that required him hopping a small fence.
I knew there would be no witnesses, that fence made people walk around the block and at this time of night the only people on the streets were drunks and junkies, and they were not jumping fences.
I waited for him, sure enough, he hopped the fence with no idea that his life was about to end. He did not stand a chance as I came out of the shadows and was upon him in a split second.
I grabbed him by the back of his head with my left hand and buried the knife deep in to his stomach with my right. As he slumped to the ground, I twisted the knife in, making sure it did maximum damage.
He laid on the ground in shock, looking directly in to my eyes with fear, wondering why and what had just happened, blood pouring from his mouth.
I looked in to his eyes and said with fury, “Roger, you will never touch her again, you blackmailing asshole.”
His body shook, he was dying, he looked at me with horror and fear and tried to say something I could not understand as he was spitting up blood trying to get those last words out.
Finally his body relaxed, he knew his fate was sealed and he gave up the fight to live. The blood flowed from his mouth in a gush, clearing his throat just enough so that he can get the last words of his life out clear enough for me to understand, “my name is Dave.”
An old friend of mine died today. We were not close. She was only in my life for a few years and that was over twenty years ago. We did not keep in touch and to be honest I was really not a very good friend to her.
We met through common friends and hung out as a group for the most part. Our bond, for lack of a better word, was that she had a big crush on me. It was not something she ever directly expressed to me but for our common friends it was a constant source of conversation and amusement.
At that time I was young and stupid (age has made me just a little less stupid) and though I knew she was a special person, someone that could have been such a wonderful friend, maybe for a lifetime, because I was not attracted to her romantically I did nothing to maintain our friendship.
As I have done with most people in my life, I simply let the friendship expire without any attempt to renew.
So why am I sitting here crying like a baby as I type this?
I wish that I could say it is because I have lost someone I loved but that would be a lie. I never gave myself the chance to truly be her friend, to love her as a friend, to let her love me as a friend.
My emotional connection to her is not one of love but a reminder of lost potential, of a life, my life, so often wasted.
I cry because her death holds a mirror up to my life, a life that so far has avoided, deflected, sidestepped and rejected love like it was some kind of poison and my very life depended on not coming in contact with it.
I cry because though I accept I have done this for emotional survival reasons I also realize this so-called survival has been at the expense of any genuine happiness.
I cry because I am only now starting to realize that you should accept and cherish all love that comes in to your life in any form or fashion and to never take it for granted.
I cry because I realize that love is not something you can fill up on, its not something that overflows down your body on to the ground circling down the drain when there is too much of it in your life.
I cry because I realize though you can never have too much, you can definitely have too little and my gauge rarely rises above empty.
I cry because a life without love is not a life.
I cry because I wish I could talk to her one more time, to tell her that she is still special to me, to ask her forgiveness, to thank her for trying, to ask if we can still be friends.
I cry because, well, to put it bluntly, I realize I have lived the life of a complete fucking idiot.
I cry because I know that if I said that to her it would make her laugh and she would completely agree with me and that would make me laugh.
R.I.P. Emma Bunker (as I knew you) but with all due respect to your family, that accepted, needed and will miss your love, R.I.P. Emma Wheeler.