IN WHICH I CONSIDER A VERY DECENT PROPOSAL.
I was in love as I have never been before. Of course, Nikos felt the same way. Even though it was early in ordinary terms, we told each other “I love you” the morning after our first night together. Because this was no ordinary connection — the speed, depth and intensity signaled its origins in another dimension. This was karma, this was fate, this was destiny.
Naturally, our age difference made no difference — like everything else physical, superficial and subject to artificial cultural “rules,” we had immediately moved beyond into a place of pure spiritual union. And interestingly, that addition of a spiritual level only increased the physical hot level. I was having the best sex of my life, at least two times a day. Even to have this transcendental sex once in a lifetime would be remarkable, and I was experiencing it repeatedly.
I usually clue you in, dear reader, and make you privy to the private life of my privates. But to give you a blow by blow — and there were plenty of those, I assure you — description of our encounters, in this case would feel disrespectful. Plus, what we had going was so special, so unutterably sacred, to discuss it in banal words would be to make it ordinary. It was, in fact, extraordinary.
But even that word doesn’t suffice, because — though I’m pretty good with words — this was simply beyond them. We were on a plane, in a dimension, where verbal communication doesn’t exist, so the pathetically inadequate words of this dimension can’t come close to conveying the experiences there. Just one simple word leaps to mind, “LOVE,” though it was not a love I’d experienced before, and even that word doesn’t feel sufficient. Because Nikos and I were “speaking” a completely different language.
I was one ecstatic Goddess, and besides everything else, I was crushing it creatively, effortlessly churning out page after page of my best writing ever. So by the fourth week we were together, when Nikos asked me to marry him, it actually seemed like a wonderful idea — yes, dear reader, to ME, Mrs.Hot, playa par excellence.
But could I really give up merrying, for marrying?