#1962 extreme testosterone driven lusts
Friday 13th May, 2011
I have spent some time now admiring from afar a certain young lady. Her profile page is ravishing on Facebook and there are plenty of pictures to admire. My question is this, do I come forward with offerings of romance. Or do I save all my lust for my imaginations. I worry that her image may not live up to my expectations of courtship and a jolly good romp. What say you?
With love and kisses Hugo from the north via email.
I am tempted not to discourage you from your fervant errand of lust and courtship. However, there is one large concern that is looming near and moving with apace towards you Hugo. Have you not taken a moment to reflect that perhaps said young lady is not at all interested in you whatsoever.
Look, I have my moments to be a bit of a – whatever the female equivalent of ponce is – and to let my imaginations wonder on the delightful of those in my immediate social network.
Let me recount at my leisure those moments that feel as though you are walking through clouds, on air no less! When the sky appears constantly sunny, the corners flecked with high cirrus (I did Geography, I know my cloud line); miraculous landscapes surround and there’s swathes of fluttered petals falling from trees as a thick vapour and the perfect carpet trail. Your imaginations lean towards thinking of that certain someone. Imagine then if you went beyond their Facebook profile… In place of the perfect landscape is the constant whining beside you; the air now thick with missed hints, regrets and recriminations.
No, Hugo I would keep things nice and easy going and carry on with your romance at a distance as a jolly randy chancer. Better a softly coiled Romeo in the making than a hardened Casanova fed up with premature exclamations of the most extreme testosterone driven lusts.
Then again, plunge right and update yours and hers Relationship status to ‘married’ and see if Facebook can act as the romantic mediator.Tweet