I met her one evening in a club, so I seem to recall, in slow and disorganized wandering between the lands of our earth, which either in bulk and dangerous trips to ancient sites in post-modern amusement park almost desert, visits to fairytale castles and old cathedrals to local trendy full of fashionable people, trips to beaches and incredibly well attended by a horde caverns populated by monsters and dreadful dragons.
In a nightclub, we were going to speak as they meet two fellow countrymen in a foreign land and obscure language, it is difficult now to return there as "sensed" a feeling, but on this, there I ask you to take my word.
She, like all of us, and has had more than a lifetime to mix and end up influencing one another even though there seem strange, are a distant and different from ' other, to say the opposite.
A love on the one hand, far away and unreachable, and for this, sad and unhappy, a troubled history where alternate hopes and disappointments, whose only source of life is represented by signals, timid, mild, one hoped that interest Late to emerge fully.
Across a frenetic succession of fleeting stories of sex and meetings, sharing extreme pleasure of unleashing unbridled, senior research fellow in the folds and flaps in the extreme limit of their desire to obtain the pleasure to pass him again.
Do not fall into the ambiguity, one life is not revenge of the other but live together and are both wanted and were looking for, each responds to its needs: the desire to be with the woman of being female. As a man can understand, one of these two aspects can not, by itself, cover the other, who then are able to live with the same or more than one man is another story.
I have long talked about this with several women, not only with the friends with whom I am telling, the views are truly amazing and worth every man who knew them, knew that each woman can be expressed without falling into clichés dictated by hypocrisy, from the faux morality or modesty which fears the court.
None of these women said neither trivial things but they all accused me of it, in absolute freedom, were able to express how they felt in feeling, with pleasure, not to be judged but only heard.
I'd really be able to present here the proof of what I'm talking about, but I am sure, I could not do it in an appropriate manner and not do justice to the thoughts behind those feelings. What I can do is put this space to my friend and all the other women I know or have never met, sharing or despise this thesis, to accommodate not only their comments but also the writings on the subject who wish to entrust by mail on their behalf. I suggest that men, for once, to listen.
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