I still have this feeling, from time to time. It is rather like feeling hungry or thirsty. If I don’t have any sexual intercourse for a while, usually a month or so, then this feeling of needing to get laid starts to build in me. It is not born of the mind, you understand; this is a much more primitive urge, an energetic build up in the sex centre. For the last three or four days, I have felt it coming, growing stronger in me. What to do?
At times like these, I rather wish that we human beings would behave more like dogs. When passing each other in the street, we could just have a sniff of the pheromones and, if the chemistry is right, mate there and then, with no regard for the passing traffic.
Alas it is not the way for us. We have to make everything as complicated as possible, especially sexual interaction. Actually, all the games we play in the lead up to mating can add a certain frisson, so perhaps they are harmless enough. The trouble is, in the mode of being I find myself in these days, playing such games seems to be more-or-less impossible for me. To put it bluntly, I seem to have lost the art of seduction...
Nowadays, my idea of a chat up line is something like “I would like to make love with you.” In fact, those very words came from my lips just a couple of days ago. The response from the woman was “I appreciate your honesty and openness but I can’t help feeling that we’ve only just met!” Well, I guess that was less painful than a slap in the face.
Once more, I find that existence is playing with me as a cat plays with a mouse. Whoever said that enlightenment is the solution to all our problems? I might have to resort to the ultimate retort to existence: singing along to the Meatloaf song “Life is a lemon and I want my money back!”
