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This is, I suppose, how this narriration goes.
Jack lay there not sure if this is where he should be. "Should", being
based off his own moral standards. He had spent his later schooling,
resisting the temptation to have sex with women he didnt know, or
wasn't in a serious relationship with. For the longest time, if he
couldnt say "I Love you" and mean it, then we wasnt getting laid. This
moral standing lasted him the whole way to his first wife, so he had
viewed it for the longest time as a worthy investment, only ever saying
and meaning "I love you", to one woman.
It had never really crossed his mind, or upset him that he wouldnt
experiance another woman, that was mainly, because he was confident
that he never would have too. He was confident his marrige would last,
just as he was confident that saving himself for, "the one", was the
right thing to do. It was worth it, untill nine years into the marrige,
it turnned out it was all just a waste of time.
His reconsideration is how he found himself now, her, with her arm
resting limp across his chest. It came apon him a year after the bitter
drag of a divorce, that maybe sex was nothing, in fact. He had saved it
for the one woman, just for it to turn out, she wasnt her.
In fact, he now pondered on the idea of their even being "one".
She was a different feel than his ex wife, much taller, and only half
as thick, from a cultural standpoint, she was hot, and he enjoyed that.
For as perfect as he had assumed his wife had been in bed, he was happy
to find that there were, in fact, better. He himself felt good once, as
he now felt he was in fact as good as he had been told he was for so
many years.
More than anything though, he was happy she was a simple woman, and
open for a simple relationship. With this new found view on the idea
a relationship can be as simple as sex, and not as complex as
love, was working well for him. They saw each other when they could,
and didnt bitch when the other couldnt. He wasnt an on call theropist
for her, in fact, she was quite indipendent. That was her best trait.
He almost felt bad, as he didnt really care if he was still with her
the next week, or not.
He wondered if this is how the jocks felt when he was in highshool, saving himself for nothing, while ever
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