Patrick C. Price

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Hmm,.. What a subject….

My Dad once wrote a ‘poem’ which he recited recently:

‘That throbbing bolt, that binds together love’

Speaking about women in my last post, I just ended up separating from my relationship of three years a few weeks ago.

So there I am, on the Canary Islands, a place i’ve already been to approx. 10 times. A party island par exellance, yet alone. Every two people I see are happy, holding hands, enjoying their vacation. Then again, I am too. I love the idea of having another week off, once I get home.

But strange, isn’t it, that although I’ve been here several times, I have never been lucky here (apart from the girl I once brought along with me, so that doesn’t count) ever before.

I have tonight and two more nights ahead of me, but will I be able to brake the spell, respectively my historical track record?

Well, who cares. I just finished reading a book given to me: ’11 Minutes’ by Paolo Coelho. In it, he tells the story of a young Brasilian, who comes to Switzerland and works as a prostitute for a few years, sarching for love, until…. (read the book, it only took me one day, and I’m a slow reader, but I’m not gonna tell you the end…)

Anyhow, one of the conclusions is, 11 minutes is the time people copulate on average and the entire world turns around these 11 minutes.

But these 11 minutes are portrayed more as an embrancement (or huging) of two souls, rather than just copulation. So is sex a sheer mirror of actual love? Or is sex percieved by men for less than it is actually worth? Why does it seem to mean so much more to us men, than to you women on average, yet you women betray us men just as often as men betray women?

So what is it, women search in being intimate with men, that differentiates from us men being intimate with women?

Is it just, that with time we neglect you? Or is it more profound, as in ’11 Minutes’, that most men are self-focused, not attentive enough of your female needs?

Isn’t it a sort of bondage we are all looking for? Isn’t it that throbbing bolt, that binds toghether love?