Innana has accused me (not really -- it wasn't an accusation, it was an amusedly tolerant statement) of not telling her all about my love life. I'm not. Not because I'm hiding anything (I'm not) but because I have come to the conclusion that writing and talking about human courtship and sex is pretty darn boring. And it is.
PiousMan hasn't completely gone away. He doesn't want to give up. However, I've started getting out and about again, and I've told him so. He's got some choices to make, and I already know how this ends. On his part, this will end in tears or at least sadness and regret. I am at peace with my conclusion: I am not going to pretend to believe things I don't to include myself in his life. I did that enough with the erstwhile Mr. Foilwoman. Nothing good comes of that. I don't believe in literal interpretations of the Bible, the Torah, the Talmud, the Koran, the Sura, the Baghavad Gita, the Mahabharata, the Tao, the Book of Mormon, or any other religious work. I will accept the Bible or any other religious source as a source for inspiration, and a great literary work (if it is*), and as something people use to make sense of the world. But no more than that, and sometimes a great deal less.
So the endgame has already been played, he just hasn't accepted the score. He will. Meantime, I'm out playing again. I have fun, but there really isn't anything new to learn here.
Basic status of things: the Professor likes me oodles, admires me, and possibly is attracted to me, but there is no heat there. Neither one of us is going to jump one another's aging bones. We're friends, and that's good. I like the guy. There are other fish in the sea. I'm out dating again, and once again, I'm not seriously trying to have a relationship, but I will try and avoid men whose values conflict with mine, just to avoid conflicts.
The problem is, the minute I indicate that I'm not looking for a lengthy courtship, the tone of discourse changes (and the respect with which I am treated). I still don't get this: obviously, any guy who thinks me actually wanting to have sex is a problem gets the boot, but why, in order to have sex, should I pretend I don't want sex in order to be treated respectfully and kindly? It just hurts my head. It does make for a screening device, and actually is probably a good technique, so I'll just stick with it for now. Eish.
It almost is enough to make me take PiousMan back, except he also buys into the idea that a good woman is a woman who doesn't have sex outside of marriage (he likes me, but he thinks I'd be a better woman if I were chaste), which I find rather gobsmacking at this stage of the game. Oh well. At least it's easy to find sex when you want it.
*Please not, I do not accept the Book of Mormon as a great literary work. Joseph Smith was no literary genius, even if he was a great con artist.
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Ha ha - combine this post and the last post - particularly apt for me, as my now relationship was formed online and his "name" was "VZucchini"!!
Here is a yummy slice recipe for the previous post that even little children love : http://www.abc.net.au/perth/stories/s425820.htm
And as for this post - Mr Right (as in understands and is quite okay about everything and understands nothing is forever and can we please look at today and be both honest and upright people respecting one another as individuals with not only right and responsibilities but also healthy sex drives) is hopefully just around the corner - or at least only one or two clicks away!!
Jeanie: I don't think I'll bump into any Mr. Right for the next year or longer, not because there isn't one (or 35) out there, but because I'm really not in the right frame of mind. But when I'm ready to move from a fairly casual relationship mindset to something more substantive, I'm sure it will occur. Although I won't be converting to a fundamentalist or orthodox relgion to do so.
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