Monday, December 8, 2014

PERSONAL: LEARNING TO LOVE SOMEONE INSTEAD LOOKING FOR CHEMISTRY

My horoscope this week suggested that I need to look for love outside of my regular “type” if I want to find romantic happiness... and I do want to find romantic happiness, so here I am.See, as I got older.... I can’t help thinking about finding someone to settle down with, maybe start a family with, at least someone to buy a house with, and plan vacations with. My type is so specific that the chances of finding someone who match them AND also wants to spend the rest of their life with me seem about as slim as twinks themselves.

A good friend of mine, keeps telling me that he can find beauty in every girl he bangs. All he has to do is focus on the one beautiful aspect of a girl, inward or out, and he’ll bang the heck out of her till dawn. Is this the kind of thing that I’m supposed to learn? I’ve been taught all my life that beauty comes from within, so is it possible to fuck someone’s inner beauty like friend told me:

If I’m not sexually attracted to someone I’m sleeping with, I'll be so un-into-it that I'll just roll over  after I am done and  maybe just ask them to leave. I know. I'm a terrible person, I'm not some GQ model that has the pick of the litter either,  so why is my type so specific?

But there it is, the awful truth about my vein sex life. The question I ponder though is…. Can it be fixed? Can I force myself to be sexually attracted to a different type, and therefore find love and eternal happiness? Or will I fool myself into such happiness only to wake up after a year to find that I am miserable and sexually unsatisfied leading to a life of cheating and open relationships?

All i want is to love and be loved.Am I asking too much?Lots of people here always say they like and love you?The problem is its easy to say but hard to do.Do some moves and prove it. We all knew that actions speak louder than voice...

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