The heat
has left us for some cooler weather and I must admit it is a nice
change. Yeap we complain about the weather every chance we get, like
we talk about our adventures off and on-line, however we look at it,
it never seems to be just perfect.
So what
is perfect to you? Surely not what it is to me, and I am not that
demanding, I think. Be it weather or adventures. Lately the weather
has been more of an item as they were none or almost no adventures.
The few that came around were of no interest as they did not turn
into anything. Seems that summer heat and skinny dipping get the
favour and the love life has been put on hold.
Have I
been actually too busy to care about the life inside my pants? There
has not been any, other than nature's daily routine. Mentally I did
have some thoughts but they were caused by others going on
adventures. Sounds a little like being in the middle of a Hobbit
story. Could these stories be more like a quest? A quest for what? To
feel “loved”before setting off to a far away country or just the
need to feel a little more than the “average”sex object? It
seemed to unfold in a town where fairies and dwarfs are as common as
leather clad bearded guys and half naked wannabe “beauties”.
There remains how ever enough to tell a story.
So in a
time not to long ago there was a young man, young in years, mature in
thought yet still a boy in his steps around the magical world of dark
nights full with wanted passion.
Looking
in the mirror he noticed this great smile and oozing confidence,
ready to mount his horse and go into the wild and hunt. The wind
guided him to the city gates, dark and deserted, so where to look?
Standing on the edge of the known and unknown, the forest behind him,
where he could hide and not been seen while observing his prey. Off
to the inn, a place where all kind meet and a stranger would be just
a stranger. He clicked his tongue and off they went. The local inn,
full of even more strangers and maybe just one or two familiar faces,
every hunter has something to recognize and would stand out from the
would be prey.
Outside
people gathered, some about to enter others to head home already
having had their fill for the night. Once inside the room was
crowded, how to find what he was looking for? It was so much easier
in his head, but for sure he must have been noted, it should only be
a matter of time to find the right one, or rather the adventure for
the night. After a while of going in circles it was time to doubt a
little, was he actually giving off the right signals, did he choose
his outfit fitting the self set task? It took to long, what could be
wrong with him? In the mirror it looked adventure ready and pleasing
to the eye. Was he in the correct inn, or should he move on to the
next, riding a bit on his horse to be able to be clearly seen in al
his splendour, the almost knight in shining armour. Youth and glamour
as ever there was in far-far-away la-la-land. So on his horse,
gracefully striding to the next inn, at a pace so all could notice
this more than average man high on his stallion. He who can control
so much beauty between his legs must be worth the stories they tell
around the fires on winter-nights to come.
Still no
one seem to notice, what was wrong? The quest was a matter of
simplicity matched with overpowering manhood. A simple no-fail
recipe, or was it?
The
hunter high on his horse started to think more and by doing so forgot
to look around for the ones interested in the hunter in him. He was
on track for a children's fairytale instead of the adventures only
poets can write about. A steady hand, true marksmanship and all
destroyed because the mind was going a different direction, the
hunter went back to the forest to et even more lost in his ways and
his thoughts.
So
children what do we learn? Or rather what should we learn? No matter
your appearance if you ride out without your mind clear and your eyes
open you will never find your prey and always be hungry.
So dear
fellow, go on have your adventures and tell me all about them, as
they make me write and think about the probably never ending story.
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