The Sleeper

Tamara-De-Lempicka-The-Sleeper[1]I’m having doubts these days. Probably not unusual for most people. I’m not saying I rarely have doubts, but in large measure they tend to be in the background once I have decided on my preferred course of action. But today I sit befuddled.

Let me back up a bit. I know this very intellectual woman … I’m going to call her The Sleeper. Attractive, fit, dynamic in every way, a paragon of intelligence and virtue in her field … I know those sound weird together, but in her field they fit. I have known her for 6+ years and we are pretty good friends. She consults me a fair bit on certain subjects and I like giving her my input.  For some inexplicable reason I have never been overly sexually attracted to her. I find myself wondering why.

Which brings me to Bella. Here, too, I am having doubts. I’m not sure I want her anymore. I may. I may not. And I have no idea why the change in my attitude.

Meanwhile, The Sleeper sat opposite me at a group dinner the other evening. Engaging as always, her gaze was largely transfixed on me. I think I positively glowed. She urged me to tell stories as the woman beside her (who strongly resembled Mandy from my past) was also gaga-à-Marty … despite her husband’s being seated directly to my left. Again clouds of doubt were in my mind. I was not “promoting” my stories, I was being urged. Was it really interest, or more simply explained as sexual desire . Let’s face it … I’m actually not that fascinating. It’s not as if I’m Henry Kissinger expounding on Metternich. Now that would be fascinating.

Later in the week The Sleeper was aware I was at a function near her office, and invited me to lunch. She has never done that before. I accepted, of course, and It was lovely. The conversation was easy and relaxed as always.  Friendship? Or more? I’m confused. And I am seeing The Sleeper in a more … cough … nuanced light.

I can now picture her naked, kneeling in front of me.

Perhaps this is progress?

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10 thoughts on “The Sleeper

  1. Historically and in modern times, men have muses. Yours inspire creativity, self-reflection, emotional and physical responses. Women do not typically have muses. We call our “sleepers” distractions (sometimes, lovely distractions that’s true.) grin. How mutually satisfying when sleepers and distractions connect and create, hmmm?

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  2. I think the coachman of Europe could teach Kissinger a thing or two.

    For some couples flirting with other sin public is their foreplay, albeit a risky one. There’s a hint of The Chase about it.

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  3. I think the Coachman of Europe could teach Kissinger a thing or two.

    For some couples flirting with others in public is their foreplay, albeit a risky one. There’s a hint of The Chase about it.

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    • Agreed on both fronts … Metternich and the public displays. They have a hint of danger which activates the senses and hormones. Pity they rarely work out

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