Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 164: Love Letter from the Bay

04 May
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(Rated Rg2: Mature Readers Only)


My Love,

The country’s trending same sex.

The movement is afoot, momentum in earnest. God bless my gay brothers and sisters. May liberty, equity, and the pursuit of happiness be theirs as God-given as my own.

I will always do unto others . . . .

But, in case you’re the least bit worried or should you harbor an ounce of uneasiness, let me be clear: I am an unquestionably uncloseted, unadulterated, living-fully-in-my-truth, bask-in-the-scent-of-a-woman heterosexual.

There are no curiosities on my part; no wonderings or what-ifs, nor debating the merits of genetics versus environment.

The only thing another man can do for me is write a book(s) explaining how American capitalism works, how the global economy will affect you and me now and in our lifetimes, how politics in this new century will impact my people, and (as a gentle reminder) to make certain to always affix the toilet seat properly before my bathroom exit. (I know you’re smiling on that one; we men always forget, don’t we? LoL)

Yes, the country seems to be trending same sex. God bless us. We all want to be happy, don’t we? Live and let live. Love and let love.

But, to be clear, I’m bucking the trend. I can’t help it–couldn’t help it if I wanted to.
And if you just happen to be a traditionalist, holding onto a set of ‘old-fashioned,’ outdated, left-at-the-train-station values . . .

. . . or if you simply like and appreciate a man who takes pleasure in opening your door; keeps his word; calls you if for no other reason than to say, ‘Hello, Love, I’m thinking of you’; takes out the trash, does home repairs, changes a flat tire, wields a mean wok in the kitchen; consistently balances a check book and makes prudent investments; and wants to especially share Fridays with you . . .

. . . well, I say we pair our traditions for the greater good. The greater good? My life, my romance is greater for the goodness of your presence, woman.

And speaking of Fridays, is this not your day?

What, you think I forgot?

Babygirl, the pamperer never forgets.

Our suite awaits. Beginning with a sunken-tub bath–I the washer, you the washee–we’ll admire the sunset, take in the seabreeze, and then ready ourselves for the dinnershow: Maxwell and Kem crooning by the bay. (I know you’re blushing.)

Yeah, we’ll let the people trend as they want.

But you and I? We’re on for a special evening.


It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.

Tender are my thoughts,


The Art of Romance. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®


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