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Love Is A Many Splendored Thing

Written by Dean Flewwellin

Wednesday, 03 February 2010 12:05

Well.....Splenda is not splendor, but both are awfully sweet!   The splendors of love were once explained to me by a Lady Love as "Love me - love my dog."   I had loads of love for her, but that tiny loud obnoxious chihuahua nipping at my ankles drove me bananas.   Guess he was piffed that I was always leashing him to a doorknob.

Love appears to have always dwelled in the back of the horny little section of my mind and frequently has struck like a bolt of lightning, and out of nowhere.

-The first strike was at age five, when I somehow decided to kiss little five year old Linda after she walked out of church one Sunday.   My mother aimed more lightning onto my wee widdle butt almost immediately.   Young love?   Mom might have wiped out a lifetime of love with one spanking...butt didn't quite succeed.   Hallelujah Mama!

-As a Boy Scout at age 12, I was awed by a buxom woman who wore a tube top, short shorts, and high heels daily.   I loved the whole package, and after three strikes, I was out..... of what was left of my mind.   Passionate love (plus sex) did not qualify me for a Merit Badge - but it sure did give me a leg up (pun intended) on a life of love.

-A few years later, love found me walking hand-in-hand with a sexy Jewish girl into our local Temple with a little beanie (Yarmulke) on my head - and love in my heart.   She was on our swimming team and really looked fantastic in her one-piece bathing suit.   Her large smile and large boobs still smile at me in my home movies.

-My best friend introduced me to an extremely sexy girl with long black hair wearing a skin tight outfit, which was completely filled out with her really big boobs (38 D).   Thus, my overwhelmed brain was smitten with a double whammy!   Not only her majestic boobs, but she also knew a heckuva lot about football - way more than most guys my age.   We ran away to Georgia to get married, and our love produced four children.

-Twelve years, and an unexpected divorce later, I met a beautiful divorcee.   Yep, she had a large protruding pair too.   I loved the fact that she held a responsible management position with Southern Bell, her strong religious convictions, and doing everything classy.   She motivated my love enough to apply for the position of lineman in her city.   During training, my fear of heights came to the fore, and I flunked out.   She unexpectedly remarried her ex-husband, and I sent her a final cassette tape, expressing my love for her.   I was somewhat shocked to learn that she first played it in front of her ex, and they both cried.   He said that he never knew that anyone else could love her as much as him. C'est la vie!

-A new friend of mine was the president of our local Parents Without Partners, and he asked me to attend a business meeting with their officers.   Their secretary was a very tall, and very intelligent woman, who always smiled.   A few days later, she invited me and a few other PWP men to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner with her.   I didn't show up, as it would strongly remind me of the family I had lost.   Real men don't cry in their mashed potatoes.   As I explained it to her later, it was simply a psychological thing with me. So she asked me to a Christmas dinner - alone.   I went....fell in love again....and we meshed perfectly.   Perfection didn't last however, and we both moved on with our lives after a few years. though the love has stayed with me all of these years.

-I've donated blood all of my life, and I met a Blood Bank Administrator who gave me another shot at love.   Her dedication, humor, and exciting personality overwhelmed me.   So love blossomed again - for a while!   A few years earlier, she had dated my Dad, and Dad and I normally gave blood together.   So this gal coagulated with both of us.

-Blind love can come in different forms, as I found out during my volunteer work for the blind.   I recall a meeting with an officer of our local blind group, and she was the sexiest blind woman I've ever met.   One day we had to go over the notes from our recent business meeting.   She met me at the door with beautiful long blonde hair and wearing the shortest of short shorts, and bare.......footed.   I should have known!?    As I sat in the large comfortable easy chair, she sat cross-legged at my feet. She asked me to pass her the ash tray, and as our hands touched, it was like an electric shock of love.    Static electricity be damned.....I know the difference.   I ended up on the floor with her.   I'm still not sure if the cigarette hit the ash tray - or not.   We made love in a lake one night, with a gator bellowing in the distance.   And in a kiosk, before a cop saw us and chased us away.   Five years of bliss!   Thus, another wonderful woman still lingering in my mind.

-Another fun-loving, athletic divorcee type asked me out.   I had known her for several years when we were both married.   We drove to Sanibel Island, and we made love in a motel pool at midnight.   I even noticed a man on the second floor looking at us, but the distance and angle didn't allow him to see anything.   We met at a New Year's Eve party that we both attended with our spouses.   At midnight, we kissed our spouses, then my "buddy" decided to kiss my wife.   He laid it on tooo loong, so I grabbed his wife and did it longer.   I may have also accidentally grabbed her butt in the process.   It was a great kiss, so assume that we both remembered it.

-Then there is the secret love for a close married friend, who went to her grave - never to have known.   I was left alone with her one beautiful romantic, moonlit evening overlooking the water, and had to excuse myself to retire early - to keep from a possibly embarrassing situation.

Love has been found in a hospital bed; car; ocean; a foreign country; between flights; a pop-top camper; in sand dunes; orange groves; under magnolia trees; on the beach; a ship; a yacht; over the phone; on chat; email; in fog; parking lots; etc.; etc.

Love and Lust intertwined.   Ya Think?!