The Last Boy Scout

Both are equally cherished. But I think it's important I find one to adopt. I think it's well proven that I cannot conceptualize living with and sharing my 24seven with another human. But I'm having way too much fun to keep this to myself.

So i think it's back to content creation (stocks, not this page!) and animal acquisition(s).

And then a shift... the accidental laptop left open. The mention at a party about a scene followed by a joking slap to the arm and a "heyyyyy that's gross... show me." Followed by a grin and an arm grabbing closer like they first met all over again.

They found out each other's personal fantasies at a trickle pace over years, if not fully.

Now relationships start because of shared kinks. Back then they were discovered like ripping up old carpet to find the previous flooring. "This was here the whole time??"

Sometimes, most of the time it was a total miss and the partner went along because of love or totally shut it down because they didn't fall in love with that person. This was not in the contract.

Can you imagine going years through life with someone who didn't share or experience you at the very inner core of your ultimate wanting at your ultimate destitute in yearning for someone?

These were the true pioneers of sexual freedom in relationships. For outside of one, anything was possible, free thinking singles sex.

But inside of a relationship, there was more at risk, more fragile bonds at the time. More theatrics and roles to uphold.

Then guys and girls started to share, like and experience more tongue in cheek, risque, media and then comment together. And that changed the whole game.

Allowing relationships with Deepening connections, Strengthening bonds, reinforcing with:

"i know all your kinky buttons.

Your secret is now also mine.

And I will protect that. And I will nurture that to make it more ours.

And I know how to push them... to my delight as well.

And this is more of an attraction and leverage for togetherness than any wealth, luxury, good cooking, good looking, nice family, nice hair, nice teeth kind-of-attraction."

It's your being at your most vulnerable in front of the most powerful person in your life.

The person that holds your entire life's weight in happiness also knows your exact kink that absolutely melts you.

"Karma and the universe find a way to reward those who suffer independently and patiently instead of pulling others down in order to stay afloat."

Sometimes we can be so far down in it that we cannot see the light. It breaks our psyche and we debate acting irrationally. It's the courage to stand fast and put one foot in front of the other that keeps our identity. Our character.

Even if we're alone. Even in the cold. There's someone coaching you on. Pulling you through. We think our blood family would be the default players in this role. But sometimes family are the oppressors we are fighting. And they have our number memorized.

Still There's always someone you can rely on. Always someone you can turn to for guidance and unconditional sacrificial help. No matter how far gone from orbit you feel.

If not another, it is your future self.

Letting you know everything's gonna be alright, now. Everything's gonna be alright.

Before that, in the same shopping center, I stopped in TJ Maxx “real quick” for cooking utensils and ended up helping 4 customers, even after we established I didn’t work there, made two employees laugh at the fitting room check, and bought a pair of jeans. No spatulas. I left because the store was closing.

I think I treat life outside my trading desk like open-world side quests.