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This story started as I sat at the coffee shop on writing days observing people for character development.
Reading over it one day I decided to write a short story based on the characters. I kept it in the form of a journal.
Focus! You must stay focused. Everyone tells me that. Why can’t I? The coffee shop is slow today. Many students. Do they understand how precious their youth is? There are many men here alone. Why so many men out in the day alone? Sometimes I think men read more than women do. That’s what it is today, older men – busy reading. You look at them they seem like Grandpas, still men but older men. Do they still have the desires of the young men? Grandpa is there looking through his sports magazine. He doesn’t take his vest off, baseball type cap, why do they always wear those caps?
No one fears the older man, he is just the grandpa and that is no threat. Now everyone looks at the table with the younger men and the girl. They must be the ones with nothing but sex on their minds. Yes driven by hormones only. You can see that by the silly grin on his face. Sure after they leave here they are off for a romp. It is expected, yes youth. Sex is so wasted on them. Look at Grandpa, he doesn’t have the grin, he isn’t salivating over Miss Cheerleader with the short skirt yelling ‘Look at me.’ Maturity – yes maturity understands sex, desire, what it is really about. It is not just hormone driven. The experience of life understands the importance, knows it isn’t just the moment of climax, knows how to find the deep feelings knowing that romance must accompany sex, understanding must accompany sex, caring must be there to make it complete. Knowing the total person, everything about them must accompany sex. Sex for the sake of sex is nothing. Sex, deep passion, comes with understanding it is just not for your own pleasure, pleasing your partner is the most important, then that alone will please you totally, sexually, spiritually, in every way. Mind and body are really connected into one; one cannot be totally happy and pleased without the other feeling the same.
Grandpa doesn’t look at Miss Cheerleader. He looks over at the mature women, the one who carries herself with grace, dignity, beauty, knowing what her life is, knowing what is important and what pleases her. The two of them, yes, real passion would develop, real caring, real love. The youth, silly as they are, they think lust belongs to them. Lust, passion and love belong to the experienced, yes the mature know. Society has it wrong; the youth will destroy it, give love and sex back to those who know what it really is.
Maybe being alone for so many years has frustrated me. Spent all that time raising the kids, working, taking no time for me. Now where is life? Retirement is advertised as the time to do things, what things? Daughter’s divorce will be final soon, son now on his second wife, but I think he has a good sex life with this one. A good sex life is important for the young. For the young at heart too? Again, focus on the writing. I can still be a writer at this age. I must have sex on my mind today. Am I a frustrated writer, or a frustrated lover? Need more coffee, now! Make note: I need sex...
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