I’m just as lascivious as the next person, but I still believe I should have an emotional attachment to a person before I share my body them. People in today’s world do not care much about love, they care about lust.
My Grandmother tells me stories of when she was a young woman, and about how men would try to court her. They brought not only her flowers, but her mother them as well! They made sure she knew how beautiful and how special they thought she was. Why can’t it be that way today?
Have we all become so apathetic that we don’t care about anything but our own selves? I know many women who would rather have a cat as company, and a vibrator for sexual relief, than to deal with a man.
I might be naive--I probably am, to be honest. But is it so wrong for me to want to be treated like a princess? And to feel like I am indeed a princess? To know that someone has never loved me more? Pamper me, court me--at least make an effort to show you do love me. Ah well. Perhaps I was born half a century too late. I leave you now with my favorite poem. This is how I imagine true love should be.
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