La Verne, Calif.–Friday Afternoon Delivery, Pamper-Her-Friday:
Men don’t write love letters anymore.
Is that true? If so, it’s a sadly lost art. Or is it that times–technologies–have changed, evolved? Maybe we’re a bit reluctant because, after all, the internet is written in ink, not pencil. Once it’s out there in the ether, we can’t take it back. Can’t erase it.
Women, on the other hand, will write love-letter circles around men. If I were to challenge you to a love letter-writing contest–the longest wins–yours, no doubt, will be several pages in length.
Mine? A page and a half at best, if that. OK, so we’re lacking in exposition, fully fleshed expression with a little embellishment to fill the white space.
Yes, you’re so much better at expressing the inner lockings of your mind, heart and soul. Your vocabulary more extensive than mine. Your overall composition more professorial than my own.
You’re worthy of an A+ based on overall literary quality.
I? I’m worthy of an A solely based on effort. I won’t challenge you to a love letter-writing contest. No. But a love-making contest? Oh, it’s on.
I know what you’re thinking. Sure, that’s all men think about: love-making. Let’s squash that misperception right here, right now.
There’re two forms of love-making: The Physical. And the Emotive/Creative*.
The simple man succumbs to the first–it’s all he knows, all he’s been taught, all he’s gotten away with from women who didn’t know any better.
The latter? The Emotive/Creative? He may not be the most gifted, the most versed in the prosework art form. But his mind is teeming with ideas to pamper his woman.
He’s a “touch prince.” There’s majesty in his fingers. There’s nobility in his conviction that a woman should: 1) Be made to feel comfortable in his presence; 2) Can’t wait for Friday to arrive; 3) Welcome him (and him only) in her comfort-heart-soul zone.
We don’t have to make love. It’s not a deal-breaker on my end. Not one solitary item of clothing has to be removed if that’s not your Friday pleasure.
But I’m gonna make love to you all the same. Emotive/Creatively.
Yes, your love letter is several pages. And I read each one with bated breath. Mine? A page and a half–if that.
But there’s a man behind Pamper-Her-Friday. The idealist, the innovator, the creator, the love-maker behind that genius concept of Pamper-Her-Friday is . . . a man.
Yes, my love letter is brief. But my love for you is anything but.
And I’m expressing it right here, right now. On the unerasable internet. Ink, my Love, not pencil.
I’m writing, ‘I love you.’
* True Romance is the second form of love-making: Emotive/Creative. -Rg2
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