Well, it's Valentine's Day today so tonight I shall be seeing Stella, my lovely girlfriend. She is rather cold at times, but gives me a warm glow - I don't know how she does it, but she gets inside me. She doesn't mean it always but she plays with my mind - you know, makes me feel things about myself that aren't true. Boy do I love being with her - she gives me such ideas. I hold her, cradle her, and we communicate so much through lips - lips are the source of our relationship. Lips and tongue, of course.
Stella likes to be taken, repeatedly. She lets me have her four or five times a night. I struggle to keep up, to be honest and at the end of it I always feel dizzy, dozy, and sometimes a little sad - as if I've spent myself on this love that actually always makes me feel bad the next day.
Well, we're meeting up tonight - in our usual place: the bar. And I will be searching for love in her golden depths. As I do most nights. We might do dinner, but I think she loses her charm if food is involved - just a few bags of crisps - that'll do. And I'll take her home. With her stuck inside my head, to my utter, delighted, bafflement.
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She sounds like a golden girl!
I've never read a post so simultaneously touching and depressing before.
Fair enough. I guess it is sad.
Why have you gone private btw, Matt?
It's depressing in a good way -- if that makes any sense whatsoever.
As I've no longer got a blog I didn't see the point in having a profile. Never much liked the thing anyway.
Matt - oh please return: sensible atheism needs you (or it will collapse into shrill cries of "nutter!!!"); sensible theism also needs you (or it will collapse into "the Bible says x so it must be true") - your decay says a lot about how our conversation has basically died into mutual loathing. Please return, Matt (unless you have become a "everyone who does not share my worldview is mad" type lunatic).
SC - Thank you. Thank you so much. You have done an awful lot to try and get me to value life recently. Alas, you know, my girlfriend, Stella, she is very jealous and does not like anyone else in my life. She only likes it to be me and her. Other women - they are not good. So she makes me unable to perform sexually after I have had four or five encounters with Stella in an evening. She also makes my head hurt so badly that if I woke up with another woman I'd feel so sick that I'd never love her. Poor Stella, sometimes I feel for her, she is so sad and so unhappy...but then she does make me so happy, like now!
But in the morning I will hate her again, like I do every day. *sigh* Oh Stella, you're such a beautiful girl....why do you hurt me so?
It took me three paragraphs before I twigged. Sad in a way, but quite clever. May she one day be pushed out of your life by a kinder, gentler more worthy girlfriend.
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