Ava says...
Is it crazy for a woman to ask the question, "is it ever okay to cheat?" Don't get me wrong, things are still peachy in my paradise but I've always pondered whether there are situations where cheating can be justified or forgiven. Are you unhappy in the relationship? Having trouble communicating? Had one too many margaritas that night? Are these reasons cause for justification? For "forgiveness?" I guess that's debatable. Do we forgive and forget solely because of that age old fear that we just don't want to be alone....don't want to single.....again? I would lean towards this option. Maybe it's easier to try and rebuild the broken trust because it's harder or more stressful to find someone new.
I've been cheated on. It was the worst feeling in the world knowing your man has been intimate with another while claiming to love you. You want details; how he touched them, did he kiss them the way he kisses you, did she cum? The level of trust you two once had is broken and it's really up in the air whether you'll get it back again. I forgave...I "forgot", but is it ever the same after the damage has been done?
What's worse?
Everyone's heard the argument of physical cheating vs. emotional cheating. Is one harder to move on from than the other? On the one hand, it was only sex. On the other hand, why did it have to happen in the first place?? Was I not enough? Did I not give him enough? yada yada. On the flipside emotional cheating is having genuine feelings for someone other than your current partner. I've been the cheated and it's been physical.....I moved on (tried to move on). It was only sex, I can forgive that. People make mistakes yada yada. However I'm thinking the emotional cheater would be more difficult to forget. Having real emotions for another person behind the back of the one you claim to love...I can't imagine how awful that would feel.
Am I just naive? Can you ever really forget something like that? I could count my blessings and say that he wasn't in love with any of them. But there's the rub; if he was only in love with me then why get your hands dirty in the first place?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Quick Coffee With Anna @ Starbucks.
Anna says...
I'm at Starbucks at the moment...10 minutes until class starts. I'm sipping a venti Passion Fruit tea on a leather couch. It's cold. I wish that I had an enormous throw to cover myself in because on a fall day like today...that's totally what a person needs...a warm blanket and something hot to drink. That's all I've got for erotica over here! I suffer from no imagination. It kind of sucks.
This past week has been a haze of assignments, mid-terms and sweat. I haven't much time to think of relationships (which is a good thing because at this point the entire prospect makes me depressed).
I had a meeting with a lawyer recently who talked about non-traditional legal careers. I was expecting her to tell all of us that there are other things you can do with a law degree...like join the circus...but really her whole message was "Bury yourself into your work. Become the law. Join every committee and say yes to every opportunity." So. I've decided to (attempt!) put sleep aside and get out there and meet new people. Will this get me a date? I have no idea. But perhaps the key is to stop looking and something will come along all on its own.
Ta for now. Off to sit through a three hour class (while sipping my tea...basically the highlight of my day!).
xoxo
Anna
I'm at Starbucks at the moment...10 minutes until class starts. I'm sipping a venti Passion Fruit tea on a leather couch. It's cold. I wish that I had an enormous throw to cover myself in because on a fall day like today...that's totally what a person needs...a warm blanket and something hot to drink. That's all I've got for erotica over here! I suffer from no imagination. It kind of sucks.
This past week has been a haze of assignments, mid-terms and sweat. I haven't much time to think of relationships (which is a good thing because at this point the entire prospect makes me depressed).
I had a meeting with a lawyer recently who talked about non-traditional legal careers. I was expecting her to tell all of us that there are other things you can do with a law degree...like join the circus...but really her whole message was "Bury yourself into your work. Become the law. Join every committee and say yes to every opportunity." So. I've decided to (attempt!) put sleep aside and get out there and meet new people. Will this get me a date? I have no idea. But perhaps the key is to stop looking and something will come along all on its own.
Ta for now. Off to sit through a three hour class (while sipping my tea...basically the highlight of my day!).
xoxo
Anna
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Neurotica Part 2
Ava Says...
So Amelia gave us her installment a couple months back and I found it so amusing I thought, why not make it a regular column of sorts. So here is my approach, for your reading pleasure.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” He said taking her hand in his and pulling her close.
She rolled her eyes. “Please, if Megan Fox was sitting in this living room I’m sure you’d trade up.”
“Nonsense” he exclaimed. “I think you are the most attractive, seductive, intelligent, funny, and charming woman I’ve ever met and I thank my lucky stars every night that you chose me.”
She turned her head away from him so to conceal the rosy flush surfacing on her cheeks.
“Don’t shy away from me” he started. “I mean every word. When you blush with embarrassment, I fall even more in love with you. You are so sexy. I hope you know that you’re the only one for me; it infuriates me to know that other men have hurt you in the past. Although at least their shortcomings have brought you to me so I guess in our case I should be thanking those douche bags who have hurt you” He smiled and enveloped her supple lips in an explosive kiss.
“I love the way you kiss me” She sighed. He smiled as his hands slowly trailed down to her ample bosom, gently caressing each mound.
Soft moans escaped her lips as his hands continued to explore every inch of her body.
“I love that you’re a real woman. I hate women who think starving themselves is attractive. You are perfect.”
“Really?” She asked surprised.
“Don’t sound so surprised” He said. “Real women have curves; there is nothing sexy about touching a bag of bones.”
His hands continued to wander, trailing down her stomach, landing comfortably on her moist, aching butterfly. He stopped, smirking as he slid out from under her clutches.
“Such a tease” She sighed slumping further into the couch.
“As much as I would love to pleasure you all night long, I have to make us dinner first” He kissed her forehead.
“Do you need any help” She called.
“Oh no” he replied. “I’ll be rewarding myself by having my gorgeous girl for dessert. Oh, and don’t feel the need to return the favour, men don’t really like oral sex.”
“Can I return the favour anyway?” She asked seductively.
“As long as I can have you first and for as long as you can take it. Me? Two minutes is enough, I don’t want to take time away from you” He responded kissing her gently on the nose.
“Deal” She replied.
“Deal” He smiled as he tied an apron tightly around his muscular frame.
"Picture perfect" She smiled.
So Amelia gave us her installment a couple months back and I found it so amusing I thought, why not make it a regular column of sorts. So here is my approach, for your reading pleasure.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” He said taking her hand in his and pulling her close.
She rolled her eyes. “Please, if Megan Fox was sitting in this living room I’m sure you’d trade up.”
“Nonsense” he exclaimed. “I think you are the most attractive, seductive, intelligent, funny, and charming woman I’ve ever met and I thank my lucky stars every night that you chose me.”
She turned her head away from him so to conceal the rosy flush surfacing on her cheeks.
“Don’t shy away from me” he started. “I mean every word. When you blush with embarrassment, I fall even more in love with you. You are so sexy. I hope you know that you’re the only one for me; it infuriates me to know that other men have hurt you in the past. Although at least their shortcomings have brought you to me so I guess in our case I should be thanking those douche bags who have hurt you” He smiled and enveloped her supple lips in an explosive kiss.
“I love the way you kiss me” She sighed. He smiled as his hands slowly trailed down to her ample bosom, gently caressing each mound.
Soft moans escaped her lips as his hands continued to explore every inch of her body.
“I love that you’re a real woman. I hate women who think starving themselves is attractive. You are perfect.”
“Really?” She asked surprised.
“Don’t sound so surprised” He said. “Real women have curves; there is nothing sexy about touching a bag of bones.”
His hands continued to wander, trailing down her stomach, landing comfortably on her moist, aching butterfly. He stopped, smirking as he slid out from under her clutches.
“Such a tease” She sighed slumping further into the couch.
“As much as I would love to pleasure you all night long, I have to make us dinner first” He kissed her forehead.
“Do you need any help” She called.
“Oh no” he replied. “I’ll be rewarding myself by having my gorgeous girl for dessert. Oh, and don’t feel the need to return the favour, men don’t really like oral sex.”
“Can I return the favour anyway?” She asked seductively.
“As long as I can have you first and for as long as you can take it. Me? Two minutes is enough, I don’t want to take time away from you” He responded kissing her gently on the nose.
“Deal” She replied.
“Deal” He smiled as he tied an apron tightly around his muscular frame.
"Picture perfect" She smiled.
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