AH.... THe undeniable feeling of being alone we all have until we date. I walk with her one night and while we walk aside one another she is determined to let me know what she has now seemed to hold back from telling me, to now only penetrate my mind by her impulsive behavior to create a character she has in the bedroom. In my everyday life I live on a routine . I love my walks, my food, but dating a nut really changes what I see with the every day life of men and women. When they have their very outlook on life form lousy jobs it gives you the impression-less enthusiastic american. You know these people, the ones that walk by with their heads down, they became human robots. Ah finally done with my walk with her that night. In my pocket I find the key for a hallway with locked doors and my key I own to open only one of those locked doors. My mind sees the others around me so miserable and lost. "Do they even have empathy or is the dollar the only way they become comfortable enough to communicate with one another? " I really wonder, or is It the community that I see that lives in a bubble of selfless, meaningless existence. Slaves to their work... Ha! Their work! Their work that supports their families and enables them to maybe go out once a week to eat at family restaurant. I see the world in black in white, but behind these closed doors in their personal life they lead very different life, in a much very different way. Their imaginations only seem to expose who they really are as long as it is in their secure homes where they believe their secrete perversions hidden away from the public eye wont be known to rest of the world as long if it is behind locked doors. I dated a normal mundane woman in her early 30's 4 months ago, normal life , normal job, but a little wine and good food go along way because only then does she become more comfortable around me and the next thing I know we are in the bedroom discovering new exciting things with her secrete perverse side of her. She is a donna matrix, and now has me on my knees and punishes me and scratches my back, leaving her nail marks on my exposed flesh. She puts on her high heels on and stands on my back and puts her lit cigarette out on my exposed flesh as she whispers very naughty things into my ears. Then she proceeds to bite my neck and tell me that I must except the pain of love. Everyday people we pass by, only to be normal to the naked eye until we find out who they really are in the bedroom.