Thursday, 21 December 2017

In the lead-up to Christmas this year (as she does every year), Nina has asked me several times what I want, and like every year, I respond in the same way by telling her quite sincerely that "all I want of Christmas is you" ... but she never seems to believe me. Anyway, here are the lyrics to Maria's song of that name:

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is you, you baby

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need, and I
Don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you, you baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow, and I
I just wanna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe

I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake
To hear those magic reindeer click

'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you, you baby

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air

And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me quickly

I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
All I want for Christmas is you, baby

Written by Mariah Carey, Walter Afanasieff • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Saturday, 5 August 2017

Taking things personally

As I was walking with Nina to see a movie today, we passed a nearby hotel. Nina sarcastically commented that we could stay there sometime, to which I replied that we could have a dirty weekend. Her response was 'yeah right, like that's going to happen'.
My response to that was 'thank you' - Nina asked why I said that, and then commented that she couldn't believe that I'd take that personally. All I could think was how could she be so ignorant / blind to think that I would take it any other way.
After the movie, as we were heading back home, Nina was commenting about something that someone else in the cinema had said before the movie - something that I didn't hear, and how she said something to me in response, but I hadn't heard the other comment, so didn't get her reference at the time. I commented about her expecting me to know what she was thinking, and to be hearing / focused on the same things that she was ... to which she said that anyone else that she would have gone to see a movie with would have been on the same wavelength as her. All I could think after that is another knife to the heart.

Monday, 31 July 2017

Some rough lines of verse



After getting to know you on the internet,
It was a joy when we first met

When I worried that I might me moving too slow,
At the end of the pier you kissed me under the moon glow

And when I shared my lack of experience and fear
You took my hand and held me near

Sexual experience had I none
Till the first time we went one-on-one

By the time our first joined bodies did part
You held the keys and the strings of my heart

When I shared my concern that women may see sex as a chore
You assured me nothing could be further from the truth and you'd always want more

One night I asked you to marry me
And you said yes, let it be

As the days approached when we were to be wed,
I felt as if you were withdrawing from me in our bed

But on the night of the day our vows were swore,
That was, I think, the best night for sure

However while I hoped for our honeymoon to be full of intimacy,
You just wanted to be left alone to read by the sea

And as you from intimacy did withdraw more and more,
I could only conclude it is because you found me such a bore

I feel I am a failure as a boy
Because I have obviously failed to bring you joy

An as a human I am a poor excuse for a man,
Because I can't bring you ecstasy - I have no plan

A failure more so because wish as much as I might,
I've proven I don't know how to bring you sexual delight

And although the drought has gone on for a decade now,
I still live in hope that one day it may be broken some how

I don't want you to fuck me because you pity me like an injured dove,
Rather I long for for us to join together in intimacy because we do each other love

Sadly, after I write this I will lay my head down to sleep,
And almost certainly will my heart, soul and mind quietly weep

I feel the failure, the emptiness the futility and the loss
But when it comes to our sex life, you are the boss

Sometimes I worry that sex for you was just a lure
So that control of my heart could you procure

So that by sharing with me your bed
Did you take control of the forces in my head

When I share with you my desires I am left feeling at fault
So I spend my days avoiding any hint of these longings so as not to assault

Yet do I every single day live in hope
That your answer to the unspoken wish will not be nope

Yet still when you have me draw on your back
Do my loins respond to the hope we may hit the sack

I truly wish that I could learn
What I could do to make your appetite burn

That I could find the switch to your desire
That would pull us together with the heat of a raging fire

Often I fantasise about you straddling my hips
With my cock being expertly dealt with between your pussy lips

Yet even in my dreams now it's so sad
That no intimacy is ever to be had

As the hope of even a dream tryst comes to the fore
It seems that you now always shut that door

I'm not demanding to have my way,
But really wish there could be some mutual play

I'd never expect or demand a shag every night,
As our abstinence for the last ten years for evidence could I cite

And I suspect that if we finally set out to again let some passion burn,
We'd have to start from scratch so we could finally the secrets of gifting pleasure learn

I still fear that by revealing these secrets I have kept hid with stealth,
That I may cause you anguish that's detrimental to your mental health

I should maybe keep silent and let things be
But that doesn't change the fact that I continue to desire more sexual intimacy

And it's true I must admit and confess
That it's absence has led me to share with you less



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They say that good things come to those who wait,
But I lament for my life that it may be far too late

When recently a funeral I did attend
I lamented that my life would not measure in the end

Day by day more of a failure do I feel,
That when I die I fear my epitaph those words will seal

And as on these thoughts my mind does dwell,
More and more do I feel like I'm in a living hell

When recently I returned from the U.K.
I wanted to hold you so near but knew what you'd say

I lamented that if I tried to have a pash,
You'd respond as if my throat you wanted to slash,

And if I suggested that we should fuck
I knew that you'd respond that I be out of luck

Sometimes I wonder if it's pregnancy you fear
And if that's the reason you don't hold me near

And that when menopause has past
You may pull me in close at last

And if again we have a chance I'll shiver
With the thought that I'll fail to deliver

I want to dispel any notion as false
That I want to treat you like a sex doll with a pulse

And while these lines tell just one aspect for me
That my life as a failure I truly do see

In bed at night I find it so sad
That instead of me you prefer a book or your iPad

And when a kiss it is I seek
You turn from me and offer your cheek

Sometimes I wonder if it's me you really can't stand
Especially as the times seem so rare that you even hold my hand

It seems sad to me that we can not enjoy
The fact that you're a girl and I'm a boy

Sometimes I fear that you used sex as a Tool
And sucked me in like an ignorant innocent fool

If we could rekindle our intimacy it would be great
But I fear that I may prove I'm not able to reciprocate

Intimacy for me is a way I measure
How much a couple does each other treasure

With the exception of a sympathy fuck
It's been ten years now since there's been any luck

You once told me kissing turned you on
And now I feel a failure that those days are gone

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Valentine's Day yesterday - no gifts or cards were exchanged, but I left a little note on the kitchen bench for Nina:

I love you
I miss you
I want you

The note was gone when I got home, but no mention or recognition of this note has been made since - not sure if it pleased her or annoyed by it (maybe it has ended up in a diary somewhere).

I had been thinking of saying more, but the more was more likely to upset, and that was not an outcome I wanted.

If I had added the other lines, the note may have been something like these:

I'm sorry that I've proven to be such a demonstrable {& maybe disappointing} failure
I often wish that we could start again (slowly), and in doing so we could learn what each other likes
But I also worry that I wouldn't know how and that I would just continue to prove how much of a loser I am

Of course when I came home on Monday (and Tuesday), Nina was in a very low mood, and I worry that notes such as the above would just make things worse.

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

I awoke this morning at 4:30, and the house was extremely quiet ... too quiet. I could hear the occasional sound of Nina breathing beside me, but nothing else apart from that constant background high pitched squeal that I always hear (like the sound of an old TV warming up).

What had me worried was that I couldn't hear our puppy snoring ... anywhere - the house was too quiet, and she's probably on her last legs. I couldn't help wondering if she had gone outside somewhere to enter her final sleep.

I thought that would be ironic {I've probably misused that word} given she has a vet appointment today which is likely to cost a fortune in replenishing all her drugs.

After 15-20 minutes of straining my ears, I eventually decided I had to get up and check up on her - I found her downstairs sleeping quite quietly (but alive!!!) in one of the baskets, so I went upstairs to get her morning tablet, and when I popped downstairs again, she was walking around - she took the tablet and followed me back upstairs to go back to sleep under the bed (while I got ready for the day ahead).

Yes, she could live to see her next birthday (she'll be nine) or beyond ... or she could go downhill quickly and not last our the week - either way she's a special puppy and deserves all our love while she is with us.