Might as well admit it. Been here for over a week now but it's been working it's magic on me (quite a strong effect on someone from the wintry parts of the world).
I just came here to do some work for two weeks but am finding myself...distracted...for want of a better word. The spectacular city unlike no other, the beautiful summery atmosphere...and you've got to hand it to the French...they are one of the most charming in the romancing department, certainly many much worse I can think of and one of the few who still take pride in romancing a lady.
So...as for my feelings...I wouldn't really use the word "horny" as my sexual attraction towards the opposite sex tends to be more emotional, or only that. I know, women are from Venus - but at least we are fair to make up for it
So what to do? Being of the sex that has it easier in the pick-up department doesn't really means you have it easy as a whole, maybe the contrary. A bit bit of an unusual predicament for me to find myself in, as I'm more of the Madonna- type, and have always liked it that way (I find it attracts higher-quality males and just can relate to them more).
Let's get into the practicalities of things. I'm leaving next weekend so it will have to be brief to say the least, which is already a minus in my book. Or the way I always prefer is slowly getting to know each other over some time, until the attraction or feelings gets too strong to resist, and preferably not just use and disposal (even if on the brief side). What comes most naturally to me is also establishing an emotional connection with a guy, or that happens more naturally, so guessing I attract more of my own kind, which makes sense.
It wouldn't exactly be a problem to set something up, all these summer nights are one big party, but I'm not wanting to pounce on any guy I come accross just for the sake of it, not to mention me being so seeeeecial, I wouldn't want to end up with someone who's unaware he's dealing with such precious cargo, although I find it hard to see how that could come about (just an example of my poor humour, just relax).
The crux of the matter, though, is finding someone I really want. I don't care for being wanted as much as I want to WANT someone, burning with passion, and adoration for the charms of the opposite sex. What I find really gratifying is someone who inspires those feelings in me. I have to say I get much more joy out of loving than being loved. Being loved and not loved in return isn't really worth that much. Of course, given the length of time at my disposal, it won't be the case of any great love story, just experiencing some of those feelings, and in someone who was just recently a stranger would be a thrill.
Then there's also the sexual compatibility factor. What if I end up with someone, whoever lovely, expects some kind of pornstar in bed? Because that's not really my thing. If it's the thing for you, thn that's great for you, but I'm really looking for some spiritual energy exchange/kundalini-raising bliss, and even, if possible, a heart-opening experience (I know it's rare, but i does occur. I've had the fortune to get to know some quite enlightened quys over these past years and know there is a lot of beauty to be found out there).
Or are my standards to high and I should just drop it? Then again, on the upside there's the potential of you getting to read a write-up of one of my most intimate experiences, which I'm quessing some of might find a bit of a thrill.
So is it setting my hair up in fair waves, shimmering blue eye shadow, natural pink lipstick, an angelic lacy white dress, with some white pearls to go with it? Before I get up to go out and do some mingling?
(Hope this doesn't sound too slutty, it will take me a few days to build up courage, anyway, and unless I find someone that really clicks that's out)
There's just a part of me that wants to rebel against the notion that a woman going out for casual sex, even if, shock horror, it might be premeditated, means you're a whore and it can't just be a way to connect with someone who's truly special to you in a really loving way.
(By the way, I know there's a certain kind of man that will resent this outlook, and not for the reasons I brought up, but we are all free to be as we are, and I feel no desire to argue with them).
So let me have it, guess
(trembling in my ballet slippers)
I just came here to do some work for two weeks but am finding myself...distracted...for want of a better word. The spectacular city unlike no other, the beautiful summery atmosphere...and you've got to hand it to the French...they are one of the most charming in the romancing department, certainly many much worse I can think of and one of the few who still take pride in romancing a lady.
So...as for my feelings...I wouldn't really use the word "horny" as my sexual attraction towards the opposite sex tends to be more emotional, or only that. I know, women are from Venus - but at least we are fair to make up for it

So what to do? Being of the sex that has it easier in the pick-up department doesn't really means you have it easy as a whole, maybe the contrary. A bit bit of an unusual predicament for me to find myself in, as I'm more of the Madonna- type, and have always liked it that way (I find it attracts higher-quality males and just can relate to them more).
Let's get into the practicalities of things. I'm leaving next weekend so it will have to be brief to say the least, which is already a minus in my book. Or the way I always prefer is slowly getting to know each other over some time, until the attraction or feelings gets too strong to resist, and preferably not just use and disposal (even if on the brief side). What comes most naturally to me is also establishing an emotional connection with a guy, or that happens more naturally, so guessing I attract more of my own kind, which makes sense.
It wouldn't exactly be a problem to set something up, all these summer nights are one big party, but I'm not wanting to pounce on any guy I come accross just for the sake of it, not to mention me being so seeeeecial, I wouldn't want to end up with someone who's unaware he's dealing with such precious cargo, although I find it hard to see how that could come about (just an example of my poor humour, just relax).
The crux of the matter, though, is finding someone I really want. I don't care for being wanted as much as I want to WANT someone, burning with passion, and adoration for the charms of the opposite sex. What I find really gratifying is someone who inspires those feelings in me. I have to say I get much more joy out of loving than being loved. Being loved and not loved in return isn't really worth that much. Of course, given the length of time at my disposal, it won't be the case of any great love story, just experiencing some of those feelings, and in someone who was just recently a stranger would be a thrill.
Then there's also the sexual compatibility factor. What if I end up with someone, whoever lovely, expects some kind of pornstar in bed? Because that's not really my thing. If it's the thing for you, thn that's great for you, but I'm really looking for some spiritual energy exchange/kundalini-raising bliss, and even, if possible, a heart-opening experience (I know it's rare, but i does occur. I've had the fortune to get to know some quite enlightened quys over these past years and know there is a lot of beauty to be found out there).
Or are my standards to high and I should just drop it? Then again, on the upside there's the potential of you getting to read a write-up of one of my most intimate experiences, which I'm quessing some of might find a bit of a thrill.
So is it setting my hair up in fair waves, shimmering blue eye shadow, natural pink lipstick, an angelic lacy white dress, with some white pearls to go with it? Before I get up to go out and do some mingling?
(Hope this doesn't sound too slutty, it will take me a few days to build up courage, anyway, and unless I find someone that really clicks that's out)
There's just a part of me that wants to rebel against the notion that a woman going out for casual sex, even if, shock horror, it might be premeditated, means you're a whore and it can't just be a way to connect with someone who's truly special to you in a really loving way.
(By the way, I know there's a certain kind of man that will resent this outlook, and not for the reasons I brought up, but we are all free to be as we are, and I feel no desire to argue with them).
So let me have it, guess
(trembling in my ballet slippers)