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Have we failed ourselves in relationships? Has it become easier to just have sex with someone without emotions or any form of true intimacy? A few thoughts I have ponder over the last week. It seems it is easier to cut off intimacy altogether, to prevent hurt. It is these thought processes that contribute to women I feel wanting to stay single. The pond, the sea, the swamp is filled with hopelessness. Non-romantics or try-hards but undoubtedly the laziest men and women left. It is easy for men to put blame on women and say, “She doesn’t suck dick” “Or she won’t do anal” “She never has sex with me anymore” Rather than accept a woman’s dislike to a certain sexual act. Even a lower libido is a problem that people seem to forget happens. It is easy for women to say, “His dick is too small” “He is not aggressive enough” “He never has sex with me anymore” Rather than accept that some men just aren't dominant and do not actually like treating women like discardable toys...

       I look over my shoulder, watching you work the socket wrench under the hood of your 70’ Plymouth Barracuda. I watched you intently from my porch, swaying back and forth in my washed rocking chair. You glanced my way, setting my insides on fire. Your smile and give a short wave, making my cheeks burn red. I wave back, smiling. I put my hand over my eyebrows, blocking the sun to get a better view of the way your skin glistened from the sweat that is dripping down your body. You wipe your brow, sliding under the car. I watch your shirt reach up revealing your bear like stomach. I crossed my legs, squeezing them together. I took a sip of my lemonade, returning to my book. You were the distraction I wanted to fantasize about, not some Harlequin novelist's idea of a good fuck. I pictured you pinning me against my house and fucking me right then and there. I daydreamed about us, making love under the stars or in front of a fire. Then again, that is what Harlequin nov...