(This clip is worth a look. Great ad on the benefits of smoking and how to do so in moderation!)
A date from a few weeks back asked me what I was looking to get out of dating on Hooksexup.
He said "clearly you like having sex, but what else do you want".
That's the $64,000 question.
Dunno really.
I described one of the things that would be cool. Having someone to do things with (other than friends I already have of course)
Like, and here's one of my big "things I want to do" items:
Buy a Design Within Reach custom edition Airstream (check out this baby, it is mighty fine) and tour around Europe in it.
I described this adventure in reasonable depth with, as anyone that knows me will attest to, childlike glee. (Apparently if I am into something, I get all sparkly)
Anyways, my date says "that sounds awful!".
His version of it was the same trip in luxury hotels.
It was actually a pretty entertaining moment in the date, but needless to say we've not been out again.
(In reality, being in a very enclosed space with 2 little boys might be like hell on earth, but the fun is in the imagining sometimes and having someone to imagine with is half the battle won)
And here's where we get to the tricky bit:
What I want in my imagination and what I can have when I actually try and fit it into my life are two dramatically different things.
I broke up with my kid's father in 2003, half way through my pregnancy with our second child. Since then, I've had some short term things, a couple friends with benefits, but never a "serious" relationship. No one has ever met my kids. No one has spent the night (there have been some 6am throw outs, but I've not let anyone be there in the morning)
Yesterday morning, I woke up at 4am and got ready to leave my house to go to the airport. Today, I am writing this in Suffolk, England.
Wednesday night, as I put my children to bed, they were crying inconsolably. They wanted to come with me. They didn't want me to leave. With the exception of a long weekend in Aruba for my 40th birthday, we've not been apart. As I kissed their sleeping heads goodbye at 5am on Thursday morning, I couldn't stop crying.
I don't like being 3000 miles away from my children, but this trip is going to be difficult (I am here because my dad is having major surgery as part of his cancer treatment) and it just wasn't appropriate to bring them.
What I am really trying to write about here is love. Or the capacity for love maybe.
I love my children. They love me. I cannot imagine an actual real world relationship that accommodates them. To find someone who loves them as much as I do and as much as their dad does. Is that even possible? And if it isn't possible, then I don't have the capacity for a relationship that doesn't add to their lives.
I need someone to have sex with, but all the other bases seem to be covered. I am not lonely. I am not bored. Or sad. I have good people in my life and my children have given me this enormous capcity to love that is healthy and powerful. There's no games, no bullshit, just love.
Which is probably why the FWB scenario is the one I keep coming back to.
This isn't very coherent. My brain is a little addled under the circumstances. And this is probably not Date Machine fare, but it's on my mind so I'm throwing it out there.
Have a good American Day. I am off to the swimming pool to clear my head...
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The Fart Edition
Fisting and small snatches
How bloggers date
Did he die?
Je t'adore
Zeitgeisty's Behaviour
Rate my Profile
My kink is better than your kink
The good the bad and the ugly
I am a whore
First Date sex?
Small Juicy Ones
The Perfect Blowjob
What is a boyfriend
Friends with Benefits
Real Women
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Lesbian Lovers Come Out
Digits
Asymmetrical Knobbage
Cunning Linguist
Cunnilingus
Fabulous at 40
Winehouse Reveals
The Chick Facial File
Mirrors
Confession plus Daily Knob!
Abusive?
Celebrity Confessions: Boy George
Dick Trilogy Part 3
MORE dicks in my inbox
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Hooksexup Confessions: Herpes
The Queen Confesses
The Arse Man Cometh
The Ass Play Chronicles
The Sandwich Blowjob Porn Connection
Bangin Ass
Deformed Dicks
Did I really dream that?
Why I don't date Celebrities
Fashionably late or just a slacker
A little on the young side, but I had to have someone English for tody's Daily Knob: Ashley Walters aka Asher D