So, I was talking to my friend today at lunch and she told me how none of her ex-boyfriends ever wanted to see her in sexy underwear; they'd all just prefer she be naked.  And so, this got me thinking, not just about what she looked like in sexy underwear (I am still a man, after all), but also about how people interact when there is a chemistry between them. 

Before I digress, I was wondering about how many men say things like that to the women they're with.  I mean, certainly, having a naked woman around is great, there's no denying that, but I wonder, when she volunteers to dress up sexy why anyone would say no?  I know it happens all the time, as I have heard this from both men and women in the past, but it riles me.  I mean, here is this beautiful woman you claim to be in love with and she wants to do something special, but you tell her that (in not so many words) you'd rather just fuck her and roll over.  To be sure, couples that have some time under their belts tend to cool down, but seduction is more fun than sex in my opinion.  I can't understand why most men don't see this.

But, I digress.  Here I am talking about sex when I've titled this journal entry in respect to romance.  Of course, there is an intersection there, but they're different. 

So, I was thinking to myself that it is a shame to see people come together for no reason other than sex, and maybe the fact that they can enjoy watching tv together but have little else in common.  Certainly, I have been guilty of this to some extent.  I was in a long term relationship where pretty much all we did was watch movies and tv and the like.  Anyway, I think I have since learned my lesson, and while I still value the companionship of a woman to pal around with, I think that learning about her as a woman, as a being, and as an animal (not in in feral a way, just...we are all animals) is so much more important than merely being a friend.  Friends...they talk about stupid shit, hang out, and maybe get to know each other a bit, but lovers...Oh, lovers are just so much more. 

To know another person, and I mean REALLY know them, friendship is just a stepping stone.  Sure, some friends can be very close, but I think you never really know someone until you wake up with them 6 inches from your face, morning breath stinging your nose, and kiss them like it's the sweetest taste in the world.  And you're not even pretending to enjoy it.  There's just something about that moment, when you're both still hazy from dreaming, and share a morning embrace that you come to realize that even though you may not know every minute detail of this person's life like an old friend might, you know more about them from that first gaze into each others' eyes than anyone else could learn in a lifetime.

I'm not sure I really have a point in writing this, and there's no reason for you to read any further than you like.  I just had notions of romance in my head when I sat down at the keyboard. 

I just think it's funny how people restrain themselves to mere friendships where there is clearly a chemistry.  Well, I suppose it is natural to maybe be a little fearful about taking that next step because you never know quite how it will go.  Many people dive headfirst into new love only to find out several weeks later that there just isn't the chemistry they'd hoped for.  While this is always a possibility, I am a firm believer that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.  If nothing else, there is always the possibility of going back to being friends, as long as both people are mature about it.

Anyway, I just think people are funny, and I get a kick out of seeing the way they interact with one another.  What is obvious to people on the outside can be such a mystery to those involved.  I can't even tell you how many times a day I walk past people talking and it is so obvious from body language that one is head over heels in love with the other and that the other one doesn't even know or care.

Well, I guess I should wrap this up as I have spent entirely too much time writing when I should have been going to bed. 

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