Previously...
Conclusion 1 –
First time sex requires an appropriate amount of sidle and when it happens must
appear almost accidental. The direct approach, irrespective of reciprocity of
interest, will be met with affront and a fair degree of thoo in the body
language.
There are, I’m
sure, a myriad reasons, just as I am sure that they all boil down to the notion
that post menopausal women ought not to get horny unless, of course, they are
those kinds of women, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.’
Conclusion 2 – The door to the room in which the successful sidle is
being celebrated must be closed and if latches can be locked, make it so. Caveat
– It is the responsibility of the sidle-r to make the locking, qua lock, as natural as possible while
ensuring the sidle-e awareness of the fastness; an accident, if you will.
Failure to pay attention to this detail can lead to, (you should pardon the
expression), hard won rigidities and rhythms, interrupted, sometimes irretrievably,
while she goes and double checks.
I believe this to
be an artefact of the tradition of a multigenerational, large family, single
dwelling culture. The fact that I am a single man living in a secure apartment with
no one in the place ‘cept you’n’me, baby, seems to be of no relevance.
Conclusion 3 – Nope, have to stop here. Much too depressing...and, actually, I'm not at all sure my conclusions are all that valid. After all, it could be that I've been looking for love in the wrong places.
Back to research.
