"to woo women"

 

The title of this riff is a portion of a line from the film "Dead Poets Society."

I haven't included any poetry in this journal yet.  I don't know if I will because most of my poetry is bad, but it just doesn't matter.  I am finding the power of seduction in prose.

I wish that life could go as smoothly as words.

I find myself writing to women and having them respond with much affection.  I move people to lust without having to consider a rhyme scheme.  I don't know if it is actually the words or if it is the courage to write them, to commit them in a public milieu.

People have a tendency to look up to talking heads, regardless of what they say.  How else could we have had a Hitler?  However, I am not addressing crowds but the few who find this journal and others who meet me, live or online, and check out this journal afterwards.

Right now, there are only two women stealing my attention.  One who is far away in whom I have invested some true affection in, and another, nearby -- who I am yet to register any real emotion other than respect for, but whom I have led to lust.  She is fascinating.  She is so not what you would expect to see me with.  She is very professional, demure, serious.  And I...  don't know what to think.  We started out online. I am under an understood contract with her.  There will be no permanence to our coming sexual groove, but, clearly, we intend to....

I've never done that before and it is not like me.  In the past, I have always felt a strong measure of devotion to and hope for a meaningful long-range "thing" with the women I have given myself over to.  This time, it is not just about sex but it is about sex.