Why is it that women fall in love faster than men do? What is it about women that makes them more caring, sensitive, sweet? I sit in bed wearing nothing but black stripped pink lacy panties and the purple rings through my nipples wondering why I clung to her so tightly and why I told her I loved in during our drunken, passionate love making night. “Hmmm,” I ponder, “blame it on the alcohol?” I can’t.
I dial my past and reach my good friend who I, too, told I loved during the same scenario. “Typical you,” she returns as I slyly try to defend myself but can’t. I love sex. I love making love. I love being in love. Whatever that is. I love the infatuation and the sweet things that come with it.
“Did you just turn off the upstairs lights?” she asks in her seductive tone. Puzzled, I shake my head in disbelief. Has the stalker switched been turned on? “Yea, I did” I respond. “Aight, do me a favor, go downstairs and look on top of your car and then call me” she requests. My nervousness turns into excitement and soon I gallop down the stairs with a smile on my face. No one but my neighbor across the street chatting on a phone, I search the streets for any sign of her. None. I discover a narrow box on the hood of my car. Still smiling, I grab it. A small, white teddy bear at the bottom with red roses behind leading to the top, my smile grows.
On a scale I have both the sweetness of the act and the sour thought of my freedom and privacy being breached. The idea of living in a gated community suddenly doesn’t feel as convincing as it once did. I don’t know whether to just smile and enjoy the thoughtfulness or to be cautious of the breach of privacy.
“Hmmm…. More to ponder” I say to myself before turning off the radio and pulling the covers over my cold, erect nipples.
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