Old School Foreplay

Way back when… you know, in the Stone Age… when David and I first got together… We had the best foreplay.  We did.  It was amazing.

We’d snuggle on the couch, as close as two people could be without actually being conjoined, sigh and smile… our hands touching, our minds of a single purpose.

Everything was new.  Everything was possible.  Everything was attainable.  We could have this!  We could do that!   We would contort ourselves into pretzels so that we both got the best view.  One day, we might even be able to create perfection if we just kept on being in tune with each other.

We would open magazines to get ideas.  We used to pore through magazines!  Sorry.  Yeah… not actually talking about sex here.  This was after the having sex all-the-time phase.  We’d moved on.  A dream night for us morphed into staying up late, poring over house plan magazines.  The future opened ahead of us, unobstructed – it was glorious.  We were going to create our dream home.  We were going to buy/design the perfect plan.  We were going to build our own home with our very own hands.  This was before life… before kids…  before debt…

Virtual tours had yet to be invented.  We had to IMAGINE what most of those rooms looked like.  We’d have this great room, that butler’s pantry and our very own pedestal tub in a sun-soaked bay window.

We used to dream like that.  ALL the time. Then, as it is wont to do, life got in the way – convincing you that those hopes and dreams you once had?   They’re out of your reach.  Well, you know what?  I ain’t buying it.  I’m going to do something old school today.  I’m heading to the best bookshop in town… the one with all the great magazines.  I’m  buying me some foreplay.