Proverbial Woman, Chapter 1, Part 4

“So tell me, what type of women you’re accustomed to having in your life?”
 
“Accustomed to?” he retorted.

“Yes. Accustomed…” I repeated, this time peering up into his eyes.

“Well. Since you said it like that,” he added, thumbing an escaping tear from my eyes. “Those that I come across, and the ones I prefer to be with are of two different breeds.” He smiled, as he proceeded to slowly pour oil on my knee, as it trickled down unto my leg.

Quickly coupling the heel of my foot and ankle with interlocked fingers, he then proceeded to cut off the excess as it began making its way without course down the bend of my leg. In a slowing upward motion of his hands, he sensuously drew upon the curvature of my calf as he edged to a bordering stop just below the underside of my knee.
Momentarily repeating the move while catching excess oil as it scurried its way down. In a gesturing effort of soothing the intensity of my body’s un-restraining rise of temperature, out of nowhere he commenced to softly blowing a cooling breath of air upon its tempered surface. I felt nervously flustered as I could feel the oncoming of an un-restrained burst of fever.

Disorienting clamoring out of a temporal state of confusion, while attempting to regain my composure. In a panting tone of voice I once again asked, “So Devin…this time without sounding evasive. What type of women are you accustomed to?”

“Women I’ve dated before I met my wife were either looking for someone better than their last man, or either trying to change me into what they wanted to see in him. At one time I had become used to bickering as a way of communicating my feelings. It appeared as if that was the norm for most of them. After about three of those relationships, I knew I wasn’t on the right track.

And then there were those who wanted to be everything to me. That is, everything except a strong woman who would stand up to me when I needed to be challenged. Though not to think of me as some kind of chauvinist, I’ve always believed in working for the good of love. Even though it was always the worst that would prevail. Except now it seems fair game for many to give love the way they perceive it as coming from a worldly view.

After going through what I once thought was love with some not-so-loving individuals, I eventually started believing that anyone who is worth giving your heart to, should be equally worth the pain if the two of you are growing together. But of course the emphasis is placed on the idea of growing together.

In my opinion, there are just too many lonely hearts out there that are willing to work at love with an equal, if not greater diligence than the other half. And besides, love should be transcending, not stagnant or misleading.”

Momentarily pausing as he gradually worked his delightful hands up and down my thigh, before dropping down and tenderly kneading the back of my calf with his fingers. In a surprising, but gentle move, he reached out for my glass withdrew it from my fingers and took a sip.

“Hmmm, this is good. What is it…Cognac?” he asked, placing it back into my hand.

“The finest…” I replied.

“Speaking of finest, just this past week I ran across something written about a Country female singer. It said, ‘There is an infinite grace of love expressed through the words in her songs that connects with the very essence of every woman.’ Now I think that statement alone describes virtuous women,” he added as he gazed into my eyes.

“So, they are your type of women…beautiful and virtuous?” I asked, seductively.

“Virtuous…Yes. As far as their beauty, I find all women to be beautiful. However. The variance is found in the degree of their virtue.”

“Meaning…” I implored.

“Meaning the way she speak and carry herself. It is all about presentation. You don’t have to be what the world expects of you. You can be yourself just as long as you are aware of who you are.”

“I can agree with that. I see a lot of the opposite in our young women today. It seems they want to look and feel the way the world tells them they should,” I added.

“Exactly. But being of virtue is not about being swayed by popular opinion. She is guided by a set of moral standards. Which is nearly impossible to maintain in today’s world, you know what I mean?” he added in a passionate tone.

Revealing a level of passion I’ve yet to see in a man, in an unexpected moment of candor he tenderly went into articulating eloquent verses of admiring prose.