What a stunted word for one of most difficult, tortuous, fraught, activities people go through. A nightmare of complexity and ritual, so much easier to be a bird, flaunt your feathers, march up and down, bunga bunga. Courtship based on an illogical physical attraction that requires the man saying everything except, ‘For god’s sake, I want you’ but implying exactly that. That continues until the woman says, ‘For god’s sake, will you take me now’, in gestures, indirect speech and guarded hints. The whole thing driven by pheromones, hormones, but mainly luck.
What is worse the potential for falling off the courtship cliff due to a misread gesture, word or glance is huge. And fall off the cliff we do, over and over again, but what good climbers we are, relentlessly we climb to prepare for the next cliff balancing performance.
Maxims for life:
1. Life is too important, to be taken seriously
2. The sexiest part of a woman is her brain
100% sapiosexual. I am Creative, Intelligent, and Extrovert.
Passionately speaking and writing publicly and privately.
If you interest me, I will start sending you some of the sketches I have written. These sketches may one day gather in a pub and launch themselves as a book.
Some people here say I make them laugh out loud.
Rather frustrating that many woman here clearly expect more than a cursory, 'Hi'. Yet when a proper message is written, the courtesy of any response is not received.