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Monday, August 13, 2007

Her nakedness me want to vomit!

Her nakedness made me want to vomit.

When I was 3-year-old, my playmate was my first cousin Marbella. It was natural for us to bathe in the arroyo. One day I saw her naked, and I said to myself, "Oh my god, she's got a crack that must go from front to back." It grossed me out, and I no longer wanted to look. I was happy with my body parts. I was a liberated boy. In the fifth grade, I'd let Marbella peddle the bike while I rode on the handlebars. Marbella was sort of a tomboy. Once she said to me, after school, "You cannot say you saw it with your own eyes. It is redundant." We debated the point.

When I was 9-years-old, my aunt had left the shower door open, and I saw her naked, with hair and all. I wanted to vomit. I never mentioned it to my friends. It was too embarrassing.

Later as an adult, I dated a girl from Manhattan Beach. She was beautiful. We met for lunch near a local restaurant, the Kettle. She was wearing a short skirt and a bikini top. She looked great. As we ate, I noticed that her right breast was pointing up and to the side. It looked strange. The girl recognized that I had seen her breast out of place and said, "Oh! My breast implant is out of place; I am getting it fixed."

After lunch, she invited me to her pad. But I said, NO! I had no more (ganas) desire to romance her.

Thereafter, I found that the less flesh I saw, the more romantically inclined I felt. In darkness, one can create greater beauty than seems humanly possible.

While living in Torrance, I found that the most seductive force is simply listening to a woman. It can be more powerful than a song or a poem. One night, I met a girl at a club and she told me her life story. Listening to her story made her night, and I saw her eyes glowing as we ate at the Kettle.

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