Heck

My friend (the dark weasel described in an earlier entry who I get along with quite well now. Spoke too soon), introduced me to what he has described as the 'heck theory' of romantic development.

'When you lose your virginity, make sure it goes to somebody you won't regret giving it to, the moment you've ejaculated.' This was put rather well I mused. This guy studies psychology and his thoughts, I've come to realise, are always well thought out. So when he further tried to explain the heck principle to me, I was intrigued. The Pudh Thai began to taste all the more delicious (Tuk Tuk is rather a nice place to eat in Soho, in case you wondered).

Sometimes when you're looking for that person with whom you want to have sex for the first time, or indeed later on during your sexual career, you might say to yourself, after having come across some fuckable potential 'Oh what the HECK?, why not?'. And once you've come, you often find yourself thinking 'What the HECK did I do?'

The rule then becomes this: Upon seeing fuckable potential, ask yourself three times, 'What the HECK am I doing? and if each time the answer comes back positive, go ahead and fill the void.

Not sure what I think of this theory. I think each sexual experience has its inherent danger. And sometimes, the risk you're taking, the spontaneity of your actions, the sheer passion can all become rather overwhelming. Take things in your stride. When things are within your control, tighten the leash. As soon as they're outside, free the beast.

That reminds me: docu-lady wants to take me out for a drink tomorrow evening.

Ciao for now