Friday, January 28, 2011

New Beginnings

So I am one of the women who grew up thinking that it had to be women with older men and when those husbands had mid-life crises we had to give them the leeway to flirt with a young bimbo to keep our marriage alive.
Now...think back to the days when you were married off to men three times your age at the tender age of 15. How far have we come? Is this where it had been ingrained in society that older men was who you should be with?
After all, women's maturity came at a young age and men struggled with maturity until well into their forties and even then we have to struggle.
I have failed at many relationships and come to the conclusion that casual flings are the way to go. It appears that women form attachments if they allow themselves to get caught up on the humour of men and stay the night a little too much. It's all in the hormones or so I've read.
So...in short, don't spend the night unless you have no other place to go, and don't snuggle.
Crystal clear isn't it? But what drags us back to the arms of a complete jerk who plays the game because he wants some company or he wants some physical interaction. So why do we walk back into his arms knowing all of this? Do we think that we could change who they are with just being with them?
So I've come to a point in my life, even being just 23 years old, that I want fun. No seriousness. Why are we always so serious about everything all the time? When is the time for honest fun? If children can have fun, why can't we find some fun in our everyday lives?
When was the last time you actually just laughed all day long, enjoyed every moment of your life and didn't think about the things that keep us from enjoying life. We all have problems but do we have to stress about them constantly without having time for just five minutes of fun? Five minutes that turns into ten...and so on.
I've recently stumbled across the joy of finding joy in the most basic way. I've decided to take on a lover who is a few years junior to me. So what, you say? Well this has come from my adolescence where I never even fancied a man younger than me. I couldn't. It just wasn't attractive to me. I loved an older, more experienced man and for what? For them to realise that there are more fish in the sea and that he could maybe do better?
No...this time around, I don't want to fall in love, quite the opposite. I want a friend who I can trust, who I can call upon when I need help, romancing or just someone to talk to. It's a long way off before I will call one of my lovers this but it's my new wish. My wish for 2011.
Not only is a younger man more energetic and twice as surprising but they are also twice as eager to please who they are with. Lack of experience doesn't always necessarily mean that they are clueless...maybe it's a natural gift for the younger generation? Maybe we had it wrong all along, we don't always pick up expertise from experience, but maybe we learn as we go along.
I wonder what I will learn in the next couple of weeks before I am forced to give up this amazing gift I have in a younger man.