I Must Have Been a Whore in a Past Life

[Nerissa2]

I bet you're wondering where I've been all day. Why I haven't asked how you are or if you're done with me yet, why I haven't prodded you.

This happens all the time, with you guys who just go in fast and hard without realizing -- or maybe you just forget -- what you're getting themselves into. Even when you're warned, you ignore it! You say, "It's okay, baby. Me too."

But you have no idea what I mean.

How you help me design this intense attachment to which I get tethered, you don't know. You string me up and walk away.

That's not what I was asking for.

You'd had all this free time to talk at the beginning. Now, you're busy. Something's happened. You're struggling. You can't talk as much as you used to -- when it was I who had to keep up with you.

When you were promising reincarnation.

What about this one? Not there, on the outside. Here, on the inside. Separate.

You never even tell me why. You slink away, sheepish, ashamed you encouraged me. But you loved what I was telling you. You loved what I was saying. You loved the power you wielded, how you could be so far away but still touch me just as deep, perhaps even deeper...

But that's not because you're so powerful. Not completely, at least. It's because I'm just so damn sensitive.

Sure, each of you are unique, in your own way. Sure you learn quickly how to get under my skin. I imagine that for every girl like me, there's a boy like you. And we all know this game. It's the same virtually as it is in reality. Because we're the same people in both. We can't fool anyone.

I bet there were even times when you loved me more than your girlfriend or your wife. I know there were times where I...

And who's afraid to be completely honest with a complete stranger?

So this time, you're not the only one. This time, there are a few. My mind is a revolving door. I'm not begging, crawling, aching, pining for just you and only you, darling. I have needs that you simply can't endure.

 

[Iceprincess12]

I bet you're wondering where I've been all day. Why I haven't asked how you are or if you're done with me yet, why I haven't prodded you.

This happens all the time, with you guys who just go in fast and hard without realizing -- or maybe you just forget -- what you're getting themselves into. Even when you're warned, you ignore it! You say, "It's okay, baby. Me too."

But you have no idea what I mean.

How you help me design this intense attachment to which I get tethered, you don't know. You string me up and walk away.

That's not what I was asking for.

You'd had all this free time to talk at the beginning. Now, you're busy. Something's happened. You're struggling. You can't talk as much as you used to -- when it was I who had to keep up with you.

When you were promising reincarnation.

What about this one? Not there, on the outside. Here, on the inside. Separate.

You never even tell me why. You slink away, sheepish, ashamed you encouraged me. But you loved what I was telling you. You loved what I was saying. You loved the power you wielded, how you could be so far away but still touch me just as deep, perhaps even deeper...

But that's not because you're so powerful. Not completely, at least. It's because I'm just so damn sensitive.

Sure, each of you are unique, in your own way. Sure you learn quickly how to get under my skin. I imagine that for every girl like me, there's a boy like you. And we all know this game. It's the same virtually as it is in reality. Because we're the same people in both. We can't fool anyone.

I bet there were even times when you loved me more than your girlfriend or your wife. I know there were times where I...

And who's afraid to be completely honest with a complete stranger?

So this time, you're not the only one. This time, there are a few. My mind is a revolving door. I'm not begging, crawling, aching, pining for just you and only you, darling. I have needs that you simply can't endure.

This doesn't seem like a personal ad. Why didn't you send the person a pm? Probably more effective if he knew you were talking about him.

 

[Nerissa2]

Oh, it was more of a little piece of prose. This being Lit and all. I put it here because, well, this happens all the time. I wanted to see if anyone else could relate.

So the best place to find people who might possibly be able to relate was, to me, in the place where people are searching for something.

 

[LinusRules]

We suck (in the bad way) and we lie. When we try to get you to believe we're different is the time to walk away (or use us the way we've used the ladies on Lit). That's the truth, trust me, I wouldn't lie.

 

[Nerissa2]

We suck (in the bad way) and we lie. When we try to get you to believe we're different is the time to walk away (or use us the way we've used the ladies on Lit). That's the truth, trust me, I wouldn't lie.

Well, now that's a paradox.

 

[LinusRules]

Well, now that's a paradox.

When we say stuff like that, chances are we're telling the truth....just be wary of the uppercut that's coming when we say, "see, I'm different."

This is Lit, it is what it is. Just keep your eyes open and watch for the uppercuts that follow the jab.

 

[Nerissa2]

This doesn't seem like a personal ad. Why didn't you send the person a pm? Probably more effective if he knew you were talking about him.

You could consider it a performance piece.

 

[Iceprincess12]

You could consider it a performance piece.

Ok, I see .

Confessions may be a good place as well. Lately people seem to be confessing heartache instead of some dirty little secret. This might speak to some of them.

 

[basic_desires]

I bet you're wondering where I've been all day. Why I haven't asked how you are or if you're done with me yet, why I haven't prodded you.

This happens all the time, with you guys who just go in fast and hard without realizing -- or maybe you just forget -- what you're getting themselves into. Even when you're warned, you ignore it! You say, "It's okay, baby. Me too."

But you have no idea what I mean.

How you help me design this intense attachment to which I get tethered, you don't know. You string me up and walk away.

That's not what I was asking for.

You'd had all this free time to talk at the beginning. Now, you're busy. Something's happened. You're struggling. You can't talk as much as you used to -- when it was I who had to keep up with you.

When you were promising reincarnation.

What about this one? Not there, on the outside. Here, on the inside. Separate.

You never even tell me why. You slink away, sheepish, ashamed you encouraged me. But you loved what I was telling you. You loved what I was saying. You loved the power you wielded, how you could be so far away but still touch me just as deep, perhaps even deeper...

But that's not because you're so powerful. Not completely, at least. It's because I'm just so damn sensitive.

Sure, each of you are unique, in your own way. Sure you learn quickly how to get under my skin. I imagine that for every girl like me, there's a boy like you. And we all know this game. It's the same virtually as it is in reality. Because we're the same people in both. We can't fool anyone.

I bet there were even times when you loved me more than your girlfriend or your wife. I know there were times where I...

And who's afraid to be completely honest with a complete stranger?

So this time, you're not the only one. This time, there are a few. My mind is a revolving door. I'm not begging, crawling, aching, pining for just you and only you, darling. I have needs that you simply can't endure.

I like what you wrote. Because it is a two way street and it it so true.

 

[islandjoe2]

I bet you're wondering where I've been all day. Why I haven't asked how you are or if you're done with me yet, why I haven't prodded you.

This happens all the time, with you guys who just go in fast and hard without realizing -- or maybe you just forget -- what you're getting themselves into. Even when you're warned, you ignore it! You say, "It's okay, baby. Me too."

But you have no idea what I mean.

How you help me design this intense attachment to which I get tethered, you don't know. You string me up and walk away.

That's not what I was asking for.

You'd had all this free time to talk at the beginning. Now, you're busy. Something's happened. You're struggling. You can't talk as much as you used to -- when it was I who had to keep up with you.

When you were promising reincarnation.

What about this one? Not there, on the outside. Here, on the inside. Separate.

You never even tell me why. You slink away, sheepish, ashamed you encouraged me. But you loved what I was telling you. You loved what I was saying. You loved the power you wielded, how you could be so far away but still touch me just as deep, perhaps even deeper...

But that's not because you're so powerful. Not completely, at least. It's because I'm just so damn sensitive.

Sure, each of you are unique, in your own way. Sure you learn quickly how to get under my skin. I imagine that for every girl like me, there's a boy like you. And we all know this game. It's the same virtually as it is in reality. Because we're the same people in both. We can't fool anyone.

I bet there were even times when you loved me more than your girlfriend or your wife. I know there were times where I...

And who's afraid to be completely honest with a complete stranger?

So this time, you're not the only one. This time, there are a few. My mind is a revolving door. I'm not begging, crawling, aching, pining for just you and only you, darling. I have needs that you simply can't endure.

This makes me sad...I know we are all adults and sometimes crap happens, but I would consider most people here friends (either current or yet to be discovered) and would hate to think I may have done this to someone. Never intentionally, of course. I know I have been the...victim, for lack of better words and felt this way...I'm too trusting and want an emotional connection to go with the physical.

 

[welldun4u2]

I bet you're wondering where I've been all day. Why I haven't asked how you are or if you're done with me yet, why I haven't prodded you.

This happens all the time, with you guys who just go in fast and hard without realizing -- or maybe you just forget -- what you're getting themselves into. Even when you're warned, you ignore it! You say, "It's okay, baby. Me too."

But you have no idea what I mean.

How you help me design this intense attachment to which I get tethered, you don't know. You string me up and walk away.

That's not what I was asking for.

You'd had all this free time to talk at the beginning. Now, you're busy. Something's happened. You're struggling. You can't talk as much as you used to -- when it was I who had to keep up with you.

When you were promising reincarnation.

What about this one? Not there, on the outside. Here, on the inside. Separate.

You never even tell me why. You slink away, sheepish, ashamed you encouraged me. But you loved what I was telling you. You loved what I was saying. You loved the power you wielded, how you could be so far away but still touch me just as deep, perhaps even deeper...

But that's not because you're so powerful. Not completely, at least. It's because I'm just so damn sensitive.

Sure, each of you are unique, in your own way. Sure you learn quickly how to get under my skin. I imagine that for every girl like me, there's a boy like you. And we all know this game. It's the same virtually as it is in reality. Because we're the same people in both. We can't fool anyone.

I bet there were even times when you loved me more than your girlfriend or your wife. I know there were times where I...

And who's afraid to be completely honest with a complete stranger?

So this time, you're not the only one. This time, there are a few. My mind is a revolving door. I'm not begging, crawling, aching, pining for just you and only you, darling. I have needs that you simply can't endure.

Yes, been there, not with you but it might have been. Such attachment and joy, and then - distance and loss. It sucks.

 

[DeSarona]

I bet you're wondering where I've been all day. Why I haven't asked how you are or if you're done with me yet, why I haven't prodded you.

This happens all the time, with you guys who just go in fast and hard without realizing -- or maybe you just forget -- what you're getting themselves into. Even when you're warned, you ignore it! You say, "It's okay, baby. Me too."

But you have no idea what I mean.

How you help me design this intense attachment to which I get tethered, you don't know. You string me up and walk away.

That's not what I was asking for.

You'd had all this free time to talk at the beginning. Now, you're busy. Something's happened. You're struggling. You can't talk as much as you used to -- when it was I who had to keep up with you.

When you were promising reincarnation.

What about this one? Not there, on the outside. Here, on the inside. Separate.

You never even tell me why. You slink away, sheepish, ashamed you encouraged me. But you loved what I was telling you. You loved what I was saying. You loved the power you wielded, how you could be so far away but still touch me just as deep, perhaps even deeper...

But that's not because you're so powerful. Not completely, at least. It's because I'm just so damn sensitive.

Sure, each of you are unique, in your own way. Sure you learn quickly how to get under my skin. I imagine that for every girl like me, there's a boy like you. And we all know this game. It's the same virtually as it is in reality. Because we're the same people in both. We can't fool anyone.

I bet there were even times when you loved me more than your girlfriend or your wife. I know there were times where I...

And who's afraid to be completely honest with a complete stranger?

So this time, you're not the only one. This time, there are a few. My mind is a revolving door. I'm not begging, crawling, aching, pining for just you and only you, darling. I have needs that you simply can't endure.

Oh, I can so relate to the bolded words...! I thought I was the only one... at least I'm not alone in this sea of loneliness.

But you have offered a different perspective to it, which I love: the words in red.

Just the idea that the people who leave me wounded and empty - wondering how he could have flooded me with such joy and passion and then just walked away - they aren't so special after all. Instead, it was simply I who had the needs and the exquisite sensitivity to theirs that made the whole thing so intense. How empowering.

I love that last line so much that I almost want to make it my signature!

 

[Nerissa2]

Oh, I can so relate to the bolded words...! I thought I was the only one... at least I'm not alone in this sea of loneliness.

But you have offered a different perspective to it, which I love: the words in red.

Just the idea that the people who leave me wounded and empty - wondering how he could have flooded me with such joy and passion and then just walked away - they aren't so special after all. Instead, it was simply I who had the needs and the exquisite sensitivity to theirs that made the whole thing so intense. How empowering.

I love that last line so much that I almost want to make it my signature!

Thank you! That really means a lot to me, I'm flattered!

I love what you've said, I think it's perfect. "The exquisite sensitivity..." Love it.

Xo