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So no wonder you felt depleated, as though you’d been robbed.

But its hoping on the outside for what is needed on the inside.

Nibbles on the couch by the fire and before long we are at it.. Then after, she’s all, ”Oh God, I thought I was going to be all right with all this throwing convention to the wind.. the Secret and the Mystery', described by activist Satish Kumar as, ' A Tao of the Soul'. This blog looks at how it operates, how it can damage and how we may still fruit despite it.

Straight to the wine and enough family gossip to pass for the intimacy needed to cross thresholds between bright kitchen and subdued lighting next door. She doesn’t want to ‘put me through any more’ of her remorse so I go crash in the spare room while she ‘processes her feelings’. so you’re not the first or the last to make a complete idiot of yourself. Soon to be printed for the first time, 'Abundant Delicious..

I wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until I got my breath back.

but, I love my husband, blah, blah,’ and her lip quivers a bit… This book documents the archetypal country through which the process of individuation occurs and looks at the trials and tribulations we might expect on the way.

So there she is, bare arse naked being mounted by some random dude… all hung like a donkey that she must have bussed in after the big story about her guilt and showing me magnanimously to the spare room.. nor even that her contrition for our carnal encounter was less in evidence than her pudenda, The weirdest bit was that she asked me, in all seriousness, to observe the most minute of social conventions whilst having her proffered furrow ploughed from behind by Bideford’s answer to Valentino. ‘Its so early,’ she added, as though the time of day had some causal relation to being caught ‘inflagrante delicto’ with her local friendly Rastafarian. ” And it was weird, not because I’m moralistic about threesomes, or that I felt confused and stupid standing there and shouldn’t have, but because of the violent collision between her request that I fine tweak the volume of my knuckles whilst she’s down on hers being vigorously knocked into breach of every rule in the Dating Handbook. So once midnight had chimed, her handsome suitor fell into Unconsciousness and the riverside mist condensed into Demon Lover to rectify the unreality that this was the beginning of something beautiful…. I left with the one unbinding sentiment that might free me from the entanglement of weird sex thrown over my shoulder.. see how easy it is for you to start feeling sorry for yourself ?

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So the feeling is like being circled by a Moray eel in the shallow end of your local pool or perhaps losing your arm to a hamster. …because it could all have been avoided if you’d just said thankyou at the end of the evening and gone home like a normal person instead of hanging on like some middleaged Romeo hoping for protestations of undying love on the back of a two bit shag. The perfect fit of fucking brings with it all kinds of archetypal expectations and fantasies of Union, the timeless story of the divine or royal lover, the hoped for redeemer, the one who’ll make, who is making, everything better. Either that or he was hiding in a cupboard the whole time. As though Sunrise was to blame for the swing of his pendulum. I went away feeling angry and humiliated, her contempt for my apparently woeful prior efforts clawing at me. How can you have a straight transaction if you go into it with your eyes closed? at least open them on the way out, your seven miles of high dudgeon was also a seven mile walk of shame which really is weird…