The pursuit of desire
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Over the years there have been many objects of my desire. These run the gamut from women I have coveted through career options and even pieces of land in remote mountain regions far away from the noise and haste of where I existed at that point in time.
Likewise, those objects of my desire have reduced their numbers as I have matured and I personally find a quantum improvement in my tastes for desirable entities, i.e., I don't desire just anything or anybody anymore.
In the sense of longing or hoping for a person, object, or outcome I find separation in the tangible viz a viz that sensorium which culminates in pheromones and the longing to be all up in a fine woman's stuff.
The precedence of people in my life go by a number of traits which either stir admiration or aversion and I either end up wanting proximity ... or desiring riddance.
Be all of this as it may, my 'head over heels' days long past it is a far simpler matter to accept rejection and move on being splendidly practiced in those matters and having evolved past the residuals of broken hearts, whiny regurgitations of where one went wrong and ... ENOUGH
Just go your own way and let it go.
So this being said, I remain single and prowling around. I enjoy the fact that a number of females start disrobing in my presence anticipating those presents they know I may bestow. Yes, some of us possess abilities far beyond those of mortal men. It's not always a bad thing to go home alone.
In the presence of this the intervening time prior to that moment is typically quite memorable.
Though I didn't fall of the turnip truck yesterday I find it rather difficult to engage that which I view as a waste of time and trouble.
In l'amour as in all other things, the end eventually comes in the absence of sufficient interest.