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SPEECHLESS
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I’m generally not one to be speechless.

Sure there are plenty of instances when I’ve had little to say due to boredom or disinterest or unshared reminiscence or a beautiful moment that would be an abyss to any formation of words.

But to be totally speechless out of surprise or excitement is such a rarity.

As rare as surprise or excitement.

And tonight, an hour after I walked in from a pointless dinner, there was a knock at my door.

Everybody else was out so I threw on my jeans and answered.

On the other side of the door was the very last thing I could possibly expect.

The first woman to ever propose marriage to me and mean it.

Not a single word would have mattered.

A vision...

A solid mix of classic beauty, magazine-cover splendour and affluence with a femininity and vigour to make any attempt at arrogance an immediate farce.

Her hand crafted heels stepped around my jaw, which had been laid out between us, and she squealed and jumped onto my shoulders.

A sweet kiss to my right ear kicked my head into working condition.

“How the hell did you find me?”

“I talked to so and so, who talked to so and so, who had so and so’s number, who had your address.”

“How did you know I was still here?”

“I found out last week and had to come see you”

“Are you working?”

“I considered picking up a client while I’m here, but I’m not too worried about it. I’ll be leaving for Sydney tomorrow.”

“So you’re still…”

Her embarrassed glance towards our feet said yes.

She’d just bought her third house and was in Brisbane last week to get her investments in order.

She went on a hunt for me and here she was.

She lives incredibly well, as far as her bank book is concerned.

She’s in different states, different countries every month, dancing and dining in expensive restaurants and private parties and expensive hotels with very lonely, very rich men (a redundant statement).

I instantly fell in love with her again as we’d been years ago.

And to my absolute delight, a bottle of Jim Bean Black Bourbon made it’s way out of her Italian travel bag.

“I figured you’d be drinking this by now”

“Only you could know me without knowing me”

It took hours before either of us mentioned that it’s been 9 years since we last spoke.

When I last saw her I was in a bad state.

She talked me out of some very drastic things and helped me remember why we’ve been destined to rule the world from the trenches.

And here she was, sitting on my bed.

Her affluent presence reminding me how meagre my current situation is.

Her conversation reminding me how wealthy I continue to be.

I ran down the stories of the past 9 years.

It was as if she’d already known everything I’ve been through merely through eye contact.

She told me stories of luxury and wealth and loneliness and unrequited love and the demons of man and the struggle of woman and how unimpressive most of her companions have been.

“Lonely fools chasing wealth and power with little understanding of the warmth of love. What I would give for… well… for this.”

“Well, ‘this’, is always here, but you’ll never allow it for yourself”

She knows.

She is so used to being paid for her presence she can barely find comfort in day-to-day relationships.

No-less we were instantly back to another time, another place.

The two of us, like it was when I was in my early twenties, and she was dancing for strangers and teaching me the ways of women.

She was the first woman I’ve ever watched be with another woman.

She was the first woman to ever pleasure herself in front of me.

We have never ‘exclusively’ been with each other.

It is not that we’re not that compatible by any means, as the mutual attraction used to be unbearable.

But I’m a selfish bastard who refuses to share, and she’s a greedy bitch.

The conversation was fantastic.

Life, politics (with inside info), business, love, sex...

“Eventually it becomes what it’s always been. Beyond that you’ve awkward positions and situations and costumes. In the end, it’s the warmth that makes it all worthwhile.”

20 minutes later she’d fallen asleep on my shoulder.

I gently got out of bed and polished off the bottle we started.

We woke up a couple hours ago.

She called her ride and in 20 minutes a brand new high performance BMW was out front.

A sweet kiss and she was off to Sydney and then to Italy and then... well… I probably won’t know for some time.

And I’m off to bed.

 

ISTP - The Crafter You scored 25 I versus E, 80 N versus S, 60 F versus T, and 40 J versus P!

Your ideal partner is known as The Crafter.  As a romantic partner, this type is calm and handy to have around when something goes wrong. They are very responsive to immediate and obvious needs in their partners, but are less comfortable with emotional ones.  They are fun, playful, and adventurous. However, at their hearts, they are something of a loner and will resist exposing their private thoughts. They want to be appreciated for their ability to size up a problem and solve it quickly. They feel most appreciated when they are left to do their own thing spontaneously. The group summary: Experiencers (sp) The Type Summary: ISTP

 

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 3% on I versus E You scored higher than 90% on N versus S You scored higher than 49% on F versus T You scored higher than 12% on J versus P

Link: The Best Personality Type for You Test written by unpretentious2 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

 

Hard to Please You had sex with 9 out of 21!

You are Hard To Please. You are highly selective of females, showing not even a marginal interest in marginal women. Of the 21 women I showed you, 7 to 9 were satisfactory, meaning you have standards that are tighter than average. It is likely that in your everyday life you're not much of a gawker or whistler, and -- I'm going out on a limb here -- you don't sleep with hookers. You are more likely to choose a woman by her face than her body. Test results are categorized into 8 levels of pickiness, as the graph to the right shows. You are the #3, third most critical, test taker. As an experiment, you might try the test late at night, under the influence of alcohol.

 

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 17% on tolerance

Link: The How Low Are Your Sex Standards Test written by chicken_pot_pie on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test