Everyone wants to be in love don't they?
You get that euphoric warm and fuzzy feeling while your stomach flip-flops when you see or even think about that special someone in your life. Your palms start to sweat, your heart skips a beat, and your blood pressure gets dangerously high. Sound like you're coming down with something doesn't it? You are, and it's called love.
At this point, your fragile mental balance is directly affected by your emotions and physical state, which seems to change by the hour. And if you think it's only women that this happens to, you're terribly wrong. Even the most macho of guys feel at least a few of those symptoms when they're truly in love.
But, with a guy it gets a lot more complicated. There is this inherent primal competitiveness for his selective mate, which is directed by a gene that drives him to mate and reproduce. And I think God, in his infinite wisdom, made it something that even the most primitive of men would enjoy. Think about it, if mating weren't so damn pleasurable, would you want to do it all the time?
I once read an article written by some psychologist who stated that there are three types of love. Sex love which you can basically call 'lust love.' Romantic love the likes of which I wrote about above. And finally, the love in which you have this strong and deep attachment for your partner. To me, this last one sounds like number two, but hell I'm no expert. But what he said is that it all boils down to is, if there isn't sexual satisfaction in a relationship, there isn't going to be a long lasting relationship as one of the two is going to eventually look elsewhere to satisfy his needs or her needs - in one fashion or another. Hell I wasn't worried about that, I'd never had a complaint before and if needed, I could always pop a little blue pill and last the entire night.
No matter, when you're in love, life is wonderful, as you seem to walk on air. It's like one of those commercials where the costs of certain things like dinner, flowers and a card are all added up. But in the end it calls, "the love of your wife PRICELESS!" It's cute and even something like that makes you smile.
Now, let us go to the dark side. The opposite of love is hate or a facsimile there of. They say there is a fine line between love and hate and right now I know what they're talking about. As with love, your blood pressure also goes up and your heart pounds in your chest, but instead of doing flip-flops your stomach tightens up into a ball. Your body temperature rises and you feel the burn, both physically and mentally. At that point however, life is not good and you sure as hell aren't walking on air.
Right now I'm somewhere in the middle. I still love my wife Carol, but I'd still like to put my hands around her throat and choke the life out of her at the same time for what she's put us through. The only logical reason I think she did it was because she thought she could get away with it and if she got caught, well I'd forgive her. And besides, as she put it, we weren't even married yet at the time. I'd like to say she couldn't be that stupid but in fact I think she is. But now I've got the monumental task of trying to make sense of what she did and figure a way to move on or travel down a different path.
Our life together started out like ten thousand other college couples around the country on any given Friday night. A party that we both attended, and one in which the two of us got a little out of control.
My name is Steve Moore and although I've already graduated from college; it never stops me from attending a college party or two. Friday was the day before Home Coming and there must have been fifty parties going on both on and off campus. Two friends of mine, who were on the six-year college plan, invited me over to their place for what they said would be a real blow out. They were renting a four-bedroom house so they said if I got too hammered I'd have a place to crash.
It started somewhere around eight and by ten o'clock I was feeling no pain. I remembered watching the chugging contest, five guys and five girls, and I'm not sure, but somehow I got roped into it. I don't know if I won or lost, because the next thing I knew I was waking up in a strange bed and I wasn't alone.
My body immediately started paying me back for last night so I knew I was still alive but someone must have taken a dump into my open mouth because that's what it tasted like. Even though my head was pounding and it hurt to even open my eyes I had to see who or what was in bed with me. I looked and then thanked dear Jesus for my good fortune. Blonde hair, I assumed blue eyes, and a fantastic body no less was lying naked next to me. When I moved slightly she snuggled in even tighter. It was like having a big warm puppy next to you in bed but much better. I must have raised up the blanket four or five times, memorizing exactly what she looked like. Too bad my cell phone was out of reach because I knew my memory wasn't going to do her justice. Hell, I didn't even mind the little trail of drool coming out the side of her mouth and collecting on my chest.
To this day how I got unconnected from her without waking her I'll never know but I did. She then just grabbed my pillow and hugged it instead of me. I know I'm a guy but I had to take one more look especially at that nice ass of hers. This time my cell did the honors.
"Keith," I softly yelled at my friend who also was entertaining some young thing in his bed.
"Hey man, what time is it?"
"I don't have a clue. All I want to know, is who is the girl in bed with me?"
"You got a girl?" He was a big help. I told him to go back to sleep.
I hit the bathroom and even rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash I found in the bathroom. I was starting to feel human again. I snuck back in, climbed back under the covers, moved in close, wrapped myself back around her and waited. She was soft, warm and her nipples were reacting to my touch as I lightly raked my fingertips over her left one.
She stirred and then started to come awake. I faked being asleep
"Holly shit," I heard her whisper to herself as she looked around and found out she wasn't in Kansas anymore. She raised up the blanket and must have noticed she was naked with one of my legs wedged in between hers. I was laughing on the inside but I kept my eyes shut, only grabbing a peek every once in a while. Lying on her back, she tried to pull her legs away from mine but I wasn't done having fun just yet. I snorted and rolled over almost back on top of her, making sure I had my arm around her waist. I was enjoying this immensely. I let it go on for a few more seconds before moving my right hand up to her left breast. I couldn't hold it back anymore as I heard mouthed, "oh my God."
I don't know if she heard me snicker or felt me start to laugh but I did feel a punch to my side and the word ass spoken.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Probably about twenty minutes," I replied.
"And you've been feeling me up all this time?"
"Nope, just watching you sleep. Do you know you drool when you sleep?"
"I do not!" she said indignantly. "I do not drool!"
"Do you want to see the pictures?"
"You better not have taken any pictures of me or so help me I'll..." she started yelling.
"Don't worry, what kind of asshole do you think I am?"
"The kind that takes advantage of a drunken girl, that's what kind."
"Look, the first time I saw you was about a half hour ago. You were the one hanging on to me. How we ended up in the same bed together is still a little sketchy. To tell you the truth though, I don't remember much past ten thirty last night. Besides, as drunk as I was last night, I don't think I was even capable of doing what we're both are wondering at this very moment. And if we did, I don't remember but I'm sure I wasn't wearing a condom." She wasn't looking too happy at the moment.
"Look, my name is Steve Moore for what it's worth. And you are?"
"Carol, and that's all you need to know right now. I don't know how this happened? I was with two of my girl friends last night and I know they wouldn't have just left me here." She was getting more than a little worried.
"Does one of your friends have short red hair?"
