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Today has been a good day. Now, taking some time to write something here. My blog, mysticmonty, just as she is. Cliche? Maybe, but I couldn't think of any better line than that at the time.
Now, I'm thinking about it again and nope. Nothing. Nada.
I'm thinking about something else instead. Entirely different but still about me.
Nobody will believe me when I tell them I'm here mainly because of my blog and blogs of others. Perhaps this is a wrong place for me. People who like writing should go elsewhere. AdultFriendFinder -Curiousity faded a long time ago and I'm looking for connection in a deeper level.
I feel connected to the minds' of others rather than meeting up with people for sex. I don't have a halo over my head but I clearly know, I am "different". Nothing arrogant about this.
Can one feel a connection, and leave it at that?
This is not for those who fuck for fuck's sake.
I'm taking them out of the equation.
I'm talking about those who have feelings, for themselves and others. Have you ever felt anything for that person, far more than physical attraction, something meaningful and human?
Are there people out there, here, who has ever felt this way before? What happened to that connection? Did you let it go? A chutzpah for you?
I know it is naive of me to ask these questions (others have asked and wanted know the same too), as I'm sure there are those who know exactly what I'm saying, I can almost hear you sighing now.
Somebody enlighten me, please.
9/5/2006 11:01 pm
Actually, it's not all that surprising. I'm here mainly for the blogs too. Yeah, I know! It's ironic - this is a sex site for cryin out loud! But I know of quite a few who hang around for the blogs. To be realistic not many have had successful hookups here. I never had much luck to begin with. So who gives a fuck about a fuck anymore!? Just blog on, babe ...|
12/26/2006 3:49 am
I once dreamt of the rainbow connection after listening to Kermit the Frog, so i set out to find it. It turns out to be the bridge over river Kwai, too much suffering involved. Better to sit back on mi old rocking chair and watch others cross the troubled waters.|