Although she could see the problem, felt his need, and would give everything most gladly – he was going to have to be the one to bridge for them.
The lock must be unlocked for the game’s rewards to begin.
Although she could see the problem, felt his need, and would give everything most gladly – he was going to have to be the one to bridge for them.
The lock must be unlocked for the game’s rewards to begin.
“Love is always easy.”
He wanted her to call him a coward
He wanted her to lash out with rage
It was the pattern he recognized
But she would hold it close inside
No…
He couldn’t have her heat
Unless it was reciprocated
Somewhere between not ready enough
And exhausted patience resides balance
“You don’t get all of me for nothing.”
A simple request.
So she could catch her breath.
And process.
Just for a few minutes.
Let her finish the task and then recallibrate.
It had not meant “no.”
Ah – Gods No!
It had not meant that.
Never. Ever. That.
Lesson learned…
They were going to have to thoroughly down-to-finite-details work on redefining their communication together.
Because a “stop” did not mean don’t “go.”
Fear did not mean conclusion’s door.
And God Da** It – Why wouldn’t he believe her?!
She wasn’t the same as any prior programming.
She was a manifested glitch in the system – designed to glide through too long breakage to help with the mending.
As a moment trapped
Still reaches for linking
She could not stop
Possibility thinking
A very young man’s father
Ignored his good mother
Thus the young man’s pattern
Ignored his own wife’s needing
His best friend suddenly dumped
His own fiance for another woman
Then years way down the line he just
Dropped the woman in same manner
After projecting issues with mother
Onto her without clarifying desires
A different younger man struggled
Against being controlled by mother
Allowing this relationship tangle
To distort engaged commitment
Her own father abandonded her as child
Teaching love was only valued from afar
But then she met a man who fought hard
To keep his valued lover despite anything
Well yeah – she’d choose his mirroring like
Her own against-odds dedication – any day
“We had ridden up way into the mountains – farther than I had gone since a child.
We stopped in one of the main tourist lodges to look around – and the raw crystal slabs of flourite caught my attention, having never seen any of such colored, resonant clarity before.
I turned to him and tried to deferentially ask, ‘Do you think I could get one of these, sometime?’
For I was still very young and not yet solidly employed.
A simple enough sharing of fascination’s joy and longing to hold something mystical in one’s possession as newly budding love’s symbolism.
But there was a piece of reticence in his vague reply – and I detected a strong hinted undercurrent of resentment, which shut me down immediately.
I blew it off and let the innocent request go, sensing sudden clouds of hidden potential conflict between us.
I didn’t understand why or what it related to at the time, but this having to read into what was expected of me to figure out how to keep him happy set the tone for imbedded insecurity in relationship inequality.”
Repost from November 2024
“There are certain moves they say that a woman must make in order to capture a desired man’s interest.
Or rather, moves to not make – which result in a retraction of energy that ‘keeps one’s cards close to chest’ to ‘retain one’s attraction, one’s power,’ etc.
For example, creating a song with an honestly-motived declaration of love is considered these days to be ‘so passe,’ they’d say – and surely would cause any man to run toward the opposite direction!
Right?
‘Of course…’
Instead, one should withdraw and be mysterious – one should never display true, open-hearted glimpses of one’s intentions!
This means that if I display any giving of myself freely, doing so will set up the impression that I am ‘easy to access’ – and then no man will see me as rare and desireable and that I am the best of all prizes.
Well, as my Dear Friend has unfortunately had to experience first hand, it turns out that despite what I display, I am not, in fact, so easy to access – despite any accidental impressions given.
(I am so sorry for our misunderstanding, my Still Desired…)
And, anyway – there is a huge logic fault to this kind of ‘withholding’ thinking.
Though these ‘strategies’ may work as a type of manipulation, they create broken lines of communication and prevent creating solid connection congruency.
It is true that my path has been extremely solitary – and maybe it is because I actually intentionally don’t play courtship games.
Honestly, I do not understand most of them.
I mean, why don’t people just communicate, directly?
Where is there security that two people are even on the ‘same page?’
And while I can observe some thrilling results from them, playing games is not something that has ever come easy nor automatically to me.
Maybe this is from retained hypervigilance after having repeatedly experienced multiple and varital types of social trauma?
Yet, more likely, it is because I have always had a preset of highly valuing honesty.
This predisposition naturally blocks gaming requirements of being able to easily slide into behaviors of ‘subterfuge’ in the name of outwitting competitors.
However…
I would like to learn some games to play that make courtship with My Desired plenty hot and spicey – don’t get me wrong!
Absolutely!
Sign me up and count me in!
But I’d prefer to have us clearly predefine the games’ rules and parameters to ensure that we can avoid any accidental harm or misunderstandings, and so that maximum mutual fun and benefits could be gained for our happy experiences.
(‘Stand under the stained-glass and I will know it’s you…’ – Sleep Token)
Honestly, I just prefer to be me – vulnerably daring – even if desiring someone openly ends up causing derision from society.
I believe that love and courtship are so much more fun when both partners feel how much they are loved and wanted from each other – and games played have outcomes providing mutual satisfaction winning.”
There is a great deal to
Address and overcome
In creating and building
A functional relationship
Song repost from November 2021.
I am stuck on a repeat cycle where
Men are attracted to be my burden
What I mean is they like my strength
So think they can put weight on me
For the health of our relationship
Desiring a free ride’s easy breeze
So I have to keep my heart reigned
Ready to stop and walk away again
Because attraction’s initiation
Doesn’t guarantee partnership
When he met me he saw a nice body
On a mistreated sweet young woman
He wanted to be the hero
But without responsibility
He did not want to meet and
Grow beyond life challenges
Yet connecting, I leveled up quickly
Having desired to constantly evolve
And he realized that
He’d made a mistake
And refused to discuss
Collaboration’s change
Sharing fears and insecurities
Revealing failures’ weakness
So that it may become clear
What keeps tripping our feet
Why we keep holdimg back from
Reaching for our greater abilities
Acknowledging triumphs’ strengths
Despite inner conflicts’ resistances
Allows us to be each others’ witness
Shining light on truths by recognizing
Better who we are and desire to become
So that we may achieve heights together
Supporting when needed
Loving as we are healing
He was an elemental force that
She wanted to wholly embrace
But she was frozen in place
Looking for solid grounding
She needed commitment
On every imaginable level
To keep her family nourished
So she could share his passion
—
(Title of multiple meanings)
That I should avoid influences
But you made it impossible to
So tell me now, love
Where’s our reward?
It was neither of their fault (just a valid misinterpretation) that upon first meeting their chemicals combined to create interdimensional fissions – blasting them far apart from each other, accidentally chastised in the confusion.
“My love, are we ‘in this together to win this?’
Because from my point of view, our souls are pretty invested in our having success.
If you also believe this to be true, how do we overcome our shyness?”
She’d had to allow the corruption to become a part of her in order to survive, neutralizing and owning it while bound to its puppet strings.
He’d met her there in the darkness – had called out to bridge with love’s intention, awakening the passion she’d held under tight leash as it ignited her need to embrace him.
But when she saw him suddenly in person in a brief glance shared that none before could ever compare, her hidden innocence suddenly recognized his hidden innocence – and two pairs of wide blue eyes starled back to their cores in a flash of white gold brilliance.
Transformed into unicorns and both confused by their suddenly repairing souls’ clammoring to take this union seriously, their high spirits kicked up heels in overwhelm – and tossing heads fled to opposite directions for safe distance.
How can it be that where truth resides I am very shy?
Why do I still wear these glasses that poke near my eye?
With all of our life experiences why did we both run?
Bolting opposite directions instead of toward the sun?
She came upon a singing class practicing low pressure, cozy outdoor performances in a little cafe outer nook with supportive atmosphere.
He was there, phasing in and out of his younger to now form and they linked somehow at distance.
Both extremely shy in person, their nerves became more secure over time during the practice as when one would look toward the other the other would receive and give back just a tiny bit more.
“Yes…hello…I’m here…I like you,” careful yet clear signaling throughout the session passed between them.
Toward the end of the class, she sang a little over the recording, just trying to get the words smooth and right, and then he followed, lightly playing with stretching tones upward.
By the end of his song, she felt some slight confidance inside bloom where she never had before – and got reinforcement from his glance lingering in her direction that he felt the same, too.
Her heartbeat quickened as the class began to end because she felt the first sense of real hope that he would want to spend time with her – and that maybe their connection would grow and become something that they both could keep, instead of something shallow that often quickly ends.
—
(Last of last night’s dreams)
“Versions of you.”
I know that I cannot sway
Where I still have no say
But I can assert my way
Where living breathe it
Come get warm by the fire
Reignite the desire pedaling
Across many miles’ searching
“Congruent patterns that worked well, in the first place.”