The vicissitudes of love
Today, instead of the earlier promised conversation about other people's books, I decided to talk a little about the vicissitudes of love :)... More precisely, I'm going to open a little the mysterious curtain over my own book "I Am Becoming a Woman" so that interested readers can get an idea of what kind of text they have the possibility to immerse themselves in.
So, in my book there is nothing invented - this is a real true story about my relationship with numerous men in my life, about how my body was trembling with the desire to surrender to every next man, and, due of my inexperience, still not quite understanding what kind of desires made me experience such a strong excitement, that I almost reach the feeling of nausea. ... About my fear of loneliness and about my willingness to spend the evening with almost any man interested in me as in sexual object. About my lonely evenings, when I was sitting at home and waiting for the call of my next gentleman, going over in my mind all the words that I said to him during our previous meeting, in order to convince myself in a fit of euphoria that I did everything right and that therefore I would surely hear right at that moment a phone call from him, or, on the contrary, to remember something from my words or deeds that might have disappointed him, and by this to explain to myself why the phone was so silent all the time and that meant my current boyfriend decided to break his promise and not to call me and thereby to cut off our communication right at that moment, sowing the numerous complexes in my soul that something was wrong with me and that I was not attractive enough.
I will now cite a small fragment from the text of the book:
He admitted he would be very sorry if I “flew inside” - it was the first time I heard this strange slang expression.
After having told me about his occupation - he worked ... as a pimp, - a guy asked if I had a man. I answered in the negative.
"Do you want me to do for you what every woman dreams of?"
At that moment, I was all ears since, of course, I was eager to learn what a real woman should dream of.
"I will introduce you to a foreigner, you will marry him, go abroad and see the world."
Then there was darkness, the film and his hands. He was affectionate, gentle and attentive.
"Do you feel uncomfortable when you are kissed?" he guessed.
"Suppose I feel good, but how should I express it?" I tried to joke in response.
"You could simply look at me, and I would be pleased."
In order to cheer me up, he said, "You are just a little girl and you do not want to learn anything!"
