No Sex in the City

You’ve heard of Sex and the City ... I have a new spin on it.

Wait till you hear what I have to report about Not Dating in LA.

I am in the dating Mecca of the world. The melting pot of all things the world values are found in LA and I was not dating. The thought of it gave me the heebie jeebies. Not because there is something wrong with me or anyone else, but because there is something right and good on the horizon that is in harmony with the planet (plan-it).

I realized a week ago that for two years, I have actually had a large white wedding veil made from white mesh with pretty silk flowers draping down the sides hanging over my bed and I was mistakenly calling it a canopy!  

I am a reasonably good looking 5 foot 7 inch 124 pound brown eyed fifty-one year old woman with long black hair in pretty good shape with a decent attitude in general.  My personal idea of erotica is a spiritual connection with heart and soul that keeps me in a constant state of high frequency mental orgasm. If I were with a mate who felt this way which is a connection that is so beyond physical that by the time we arrived to that eventual union of bodies it would be so incredibly intense and deep that we may not come up for air for days, weeks or months. The kind of love making that raises the frequency of the Universe is the erotica I am interested in.  Am I the only one out here who feels this way? I would actually rather meditate for the rest of my wonderful life than to settle for less.

I am not for everyone certainly, but to some, I have been told I am an example of their idea of what the perfect woman would be.  One very direct man said this in front of his wife and knowing they weren’t swingers I was stunned that she agreed with him! Wow … that’s huge. This man even went as far as to say that I am the kind of woman who would make a man want to write bad checks.