It’s Never Enough
I will have told you that I only have eyes for you, that you are the one, that I am completely dedicated to you and that I only ever want to be with you. You make me say these things. It is your expectation of such faithfulness to you and you alone, indoctrinated into you by the world, that causes me to have to say these things. I need to fulfil your expectations in order to capture you and then keep you. It is a ridiculous state of affairs. Since when can a person be sustained on one thing alone? It is impossible. At its most basic, you are given only water to drink and nothing to eat. You will starve. Then if you are given just bread to eat your body will be malnourished as it is not getting the nutrients it needs from fruit, vegetables, meat and so on. One food stuff alone is not sufficient. Take your job. If you had to do the same thing over and over again, the absolute same task you will go out of your mind with boredom. Either that or you would lose your job to mechanisation. One thing is not enough.
Have you only ever had one relationship? Unlikely. How else would you know whether this is right if you have nothing to compare it against? Can one man win a football match? Of course not. He needs his team mates. Where does your stimulation come from? Are you confined to reading just one book repeatedly? No. One film seen countless times? No, you like and prefer a variety of silver-screened entertainment. Do you have just one person you interact with on a social level? Again the answer is no. You draw your social nourishment from different friends, family members, acquaintances and so forth. One is not enough.
I am no different. The thing that sustains me is fuel. I must draw this from several sources. Yet, my necessary actions in acquiring this fuel subject me to moral indignation and disapproval. How is that fair? I do not tell you that you must only eat one kind of breakfast cereal for the rest of your life, why should I be expected to gather my fuel from just one appliance? I need the variety. Not only is this necessary to ensure that I have fuel on tap at all times, it is necessary to provide the catalyst for the provision of fuel from my primary appliance. If I have nothing by which I can provoke a reaction from you, your free-flowing fuel will soon dry up.
The result is that you and I are never alone. There is no singularity despite all of my words asserting that this is the case. When I first ensnare you there will be another who is being subjected to my vitriol. You are most likely warned of this psychotic ex. What I am less likely to tell you about is my ongoing campaign of denigration in order to harvest further fuel from this harlot who has let me down. I may even be faithful at first. Yes faithful by your understanding of the concept, namely that I will not physically consort with another. I am not faithful however in just being solely committed to you. I will be reaching out to others in order to bring them into my sphere of influence, most likely whispering the very same things that I have said to you. My lips may not lock with these new opportunities but that is more by accident than design. I have certainly locked with them in order to draw fuel from them. As I walk through the day those invisible fuel lines reach out and attach to most who I interact with.I am sure, judged by your standards, you would not be overly concerned about the methods by which I draw fuel from some. In other instances you would be most concerned. Yet, you must understand that I am only doing what everyone does. I am seeking variety. In your instance you do it because you prefer it that way. It is interesting. Maintaining a variance keeps things fresh and stimulating. In my case I have to do it. There may not yet be any lipstick on my collar but there are scores of fuel lines attached and in ways that you are always going to find distasteful. That is of course if you ever find out.
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hmmmm open in real life doesnt work out I think! That would be painful. 😢😢. Open From nobodies side.
So, would an overt narc be open to an open relationship, or is it “do as I say and not as I do?”
Open for me, not for you.
Hmmmmm this post is difficult to comment. I am used to charming men charming everyone around them because I grew up with a very charming dad, and he was widely know for that so we all kind of lived with it. It was normal life. I think if its not down to flirting, charming is ok. And I can tell the difference very well.
I even liked to see sometimes how the faces of women would literally light up with the charming of my dad for example or N3.
Flirting with women that you clearly see are trying to attract men is not okay.
I now see a correlatiom inbetween challenge on the type of women and amount of fuel….I think.
Anyway when you have a partner there must be a balance inbetween time with the outside world and the partner, and type of relationship with the outside world and the partner.
Lipstick on the shirt is not okay for me! 😡Literally cheating is not okay. Nevertheless with enough trust drinks or dinner with female good friends is okay.
And what you dont see and know then this doesnt hurt but nothing can be hidden for ever.
Funny I had never ever this cheating comcern with my ex husbamd or N2.
I remember in the past when I joined this blog a reader telling me dedicated but charming men were surely going stray … N3 would fall into this category although he showed and swore so much fidelity…
Which I dont believe anymore.
Thanks HG for posting this one. I am sure there will be more than 100 readers thankful on this one.
You are a charming sweetheart 💝. As Clarence said there is much competition around for you here I see you charming the readers …. But you to me you are the only one 😘😘😘 the one and very best blogger & writter And a special person ❤️❤️.
Have a nice day☀️☀️⛽️
HG Sweetheart,
There are many women that are very comfortable sharing their man. Have you ever tried being up front about your craving for many flavors? I know many women that are down with these situations….however, some of them don’t have the confidence to insist on monogamy….so they just go with the flow….hoping the guy will “pick them”….
I would imagine that type of woman would be a turn off to you….you like the challenge of a “keeper”….and a keeper won’t put up with nonsense…so you need to have the advantage over her? Is that the case?
Her surrender must be achieved by me not offered as we first enter the battlefield.
This is a spin-off of your Strawberry Ice Cream analogy and how the gates of heaven literally dropped the creamiest, most flavorful ice cream you have ever had, fit for Kings. But then, familiarity breeds contempt. So you decide to get reacquainted with chocolate, and peach sorbet and mint chocolate chip. All the while we may be missing a little Rocky Road or Cookies and Cream ourselves. Yet we chose you. And we would rather keep our strawberry ice cream fresh and exciting. Maybe add some chocolate sauce. Whipped cream can go a long way. Top off with some cherries. A little sprinkles now and then. It’s loyal, dependable and true to you. All the other flavors just melt into puddles anyway. The differences seem to blend away. It gets exhausting just going for taste tests.
I need some ice cream after that.
What’s Batman’s favorite flavor?
Batcurrant.
Batcurant! Hmmm, I’ve not tried that before. Sounds very tempting!
It is simply irresistible.
Her surrender to you would be freely given, HG. You’re what we call here in the U.S.A., a big fish. Big fish always have an advantage….because they have the total package….catching a big fish immediately elevates a woman’s status…even is she’s already hot stuff to begin with…..😉
I am obliged for the recognition T.
T, you crack me up! Yes the arm candy works both ways in that scenario!
The fact that I’m not the only one doesn’t bother me…it’s the ease with which you can look at me like I’m the only one even when there is lipstick on your shirt (and not on the collar, down by the bottom of your shirt).