In the dream... he casually told me he had slept with another woman and my first reaction was knee-jerk indignation. He went on to explain that the woman--older, drunk, partying like a rockstar wherever he was earlier--wanted him really bad. She lay down and stuck out her butt and as I listened I realized I like hearing him tell me this. It's difficult to feign madness at something that is so natural to us all. Being desired and wanting to manifest that desire. The honesty of it made it acceptable and --as he was slowly and deliberately attending to my own needs as he spoke-- quite enjoyable.
What I have been doing for the past few years has been quite counter-intuitive to my basic tendencies toward desire and it's time to play the game differently.
"do you believe that playing games is inevitable?" I asked my cosmetologist as she applied a facial masque through gauze over my cheeks. "Yes" she replied with zero hesitation. "I don't like doing this and I wish it wasn't so but we do." The masque felt cool against my freshly squeezed skin, "when I met my husband I told him ' I don't want to be in a relationship. You see other people I see other people and if you meet someone special let me know and I will do the same.' That was in October, and by December he proposed."
This was food for thought almost as powerful as learning that pregnant women come in to get their Brazilian wax days before giving birth to avoid being shaved and having their hair grow back coarse. Honies, your kutch's density will be your last concern after becoming a mom!
