a Hot Bed for the Singles Scene

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item posted 8:11:46: 08-19-06 by melissa.

Diane Keaton was looking for Mr. Goodbar and got nothing but strangled for her effort. I've recently come to like the idea of letting him look for me. Hey, less work before I die.

I know women who love to get all dolled up and go from club to club. The reasons vary: to get laid (or validation, depending on how you look at it); to meet up with the girls; to drink the blues away (not recommended); to celebrate birthdays or weddings or office bullshit. And men love it too: they just want to get laid. That's it. 'Nuff said.

For both sexes it is a dance. At any capacity it is a way to show off. Look at me, we all say in the way we speak, dress, laugh, touch, flirt, and walk. Look at me.

Celebrating is something I certainly enjoy, though I prefer it be at a restaurant or someone's house. I am in my element around pets and kids, family photos and the warmth of a kitchen. I am comfortable. There is little mystery. We've met, established the pecking order; beyond a deepening of friendship we tread the bounds of propriety.

My skin crawls in dark, pulsing places. Not from the surface or air of stale cigarettes, from the chance of a stranger invading my personal space, as they are prone to do.

If you are in a club you are fair game - you obviously came to hook up, yes?

Deep down I understand exactly why this repulsion exists. Caught up in the allure of control, more than ever, women are loath be submissive. And if you have ever been coerced into shame for another's sole pleasure, you may harbor a secret grudge against those very lovers who live to leave their mark. In the highly-charged environment of possible encounters, a mere glance from a man - sizing up my frame - used to send a wave of anger straight though my fragmented brain until a fierce light refracted from my eye. How dare you take that kind of liberty?! Still, it is rather counterintuitive to expect that no man should aggressively pursue me or simply enjoy my physical presence. I am a woman after all. Biologically, I am meant to be attractive, to draw in the opposite sex, and the more the better. The more the better.

Oh then, by the grace of creation, bring them unto me. I can learn to swallow my pride and more. But this time I have say over who ultimately makes my skin crawl, who brings me to my knees.

Rope is optional.

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