When I was in kindergarten at 4 YO, I told one of my aunts that I was in love with a boy.
2 years later (I was in kindergarten for 3 years), I punched that same boy and decided that I am no longer in love with him. He fought with me over colored play-doh.
I got to know about sex when I rummaged my parent's closet one day and came across a video tape.
It was unlabeled and being the 9 YO that I was, decided that, heck, I am alone, it might be something really interesting.
It was interesting. It was porn. It was my first girl on girl and I vaguely remembered there was a lot of 'hair' involved.
At the age of 15, I met Tengku Anas. He was my first boyfriend. I then enrolled to boarding school and so did he.
The most that we did was a peck on the cheeks, which hardly counted as anything.
No, I am not going to divulge on whether I have had sex or not. It is 'sensitive', for someone of my 'background' to talk about something like that.
Now let's talk about love.
You are in love when you just... feel it. When you can't stop thinking about the person, when you get butterflies in your stomach just thinking about him / her.
That is all well and fine. BUT, they never mentioned anything about sex.
Do people in love need sex? Want it even? Why is sex often misconstrued as the act of 'making love' when it is just two people enjoying close intimate body contact?
What does love has to do with fucking, I am being crude here.
Suffice to say that I have never been in love, or maybe I have, but I could not remember if it had anything to do with sex at all. Did I love the guy or was I just excited over the fact that we can do all kinds of naughty stuff with each other now that we are an 'item'?
I personally loath the term 'making love'. To me, personally, now that I am thinking about it, love has nothing to do with fucking sex (redundant but nevertheless).
Cuddling after sex, well everyone loves to hug something soft after sex, no? It's just too much of work to dress up and drive after sex, so you just sort of hang back for a while. Foreplay, heck... cunnilingus is a form of foreplay, I don't think that that has anything to do with love. Cunnilingus is alllll about pleasure.
I guess to a romantic, what I am writing about right now is a major debauchery, a totally abysmal look at love. Love is suppose to be something fluffy, something soft, something pink or white, with ribbons, heartshaped cupcakes and everything rose scented.
When it should be pictured as an army obstacle course. Barbed wires, mud puddles, 8 ft walls, Heavy boots, leeches and dirt.
LOTS OF DIRT.
And no, a pair of wet socks do not smell nice.
And guess what, after you are done with the obstacle, if you failed to make the time, you have to do it ALL OVER AGAIN THE NEXT FUCKING DAY.