I've been reading D.H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover. It's pretty hot-sexy stuff. One part in particular got to me. It's where he discusses sex as being another form of communication. And my afterthought, we communicate with our bodies all the time. It’s the slight lift of an eyebrow, the crossing of our arms, and the drumming of our fingers or the tug of an earlobe. All of these strike up specific emotions inside us.
This was all in my mind when I went down to sunny San Diego, last weekend. And boy was the theme of communication prevalent. (Most Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent) The purpose of my visit was my friend Pooh's birthday party. Yes, that's Winnie the Pooh. Don't ask. Anyway, Pooh was talking about her boyfriend Warren, how he wasn't communicating with her clearly. This meant he was being passive-aggressive. She wanted to see him and dry her laundry at the same time. She asked if this would be possible at his apartment and he said, "Uh... The laundry room closes early"
It was noon when she called. So she told him straight-up. "If you didn't want to hang out today, why couldn't you just say so?"
It looks like the end of Warren is in sight. He'll have to disprove his passive-aggressive tendencies for this relationship to work.
At the birthday party she invited her friend Eeyore, she’s around 34, and she brought her 19 year old boyfriend Pugsly. They apparently have an “open” relationship. So I took this opportunity upon myself since I had been reading a very sensual book to “work it” a little bit with whom Pooh dubbed the Man-ho' (aka Pugsly). I know he's ten years my junior, but I couldn't help myself. He had the equipment, he was interested and he was there. I watched him clumsily flirt with me. Our bodies were definitely communicating. The way we chatted using all of our limbs, our hips facing each other the vibes that came off of us, even Eeyore could hear us. I could see the finish line. I was going to bed him, this 19 year old! What am I doing? Does this make me a horrible person? I was going through my crisis when Pooh sat down next to us and intercept the mojos flying back and forth. I started thinking clearly. Thank God, I almost did something I really wanted to do but probably shouldn't have. Eeyore and Pugsly ended up going home early due to another communication problem between Eeyore and Pooh, imagine that!
The next night, I was jonesin' I really wanted to see Pugsly. I didn't think it would happen. But Pooh wanted to go get some "medicine" for her sister. So we went to the "pharmacy" and Eeyore and Pugsly's apartment was close by. So, of course we hung out there for a minute. Now, I very well could have done something but time was short and I new by then, nothing was going to happen and I had to accept it and get over it. What makes us crazy about someone, if only for a weekend? Is it something we communicate with our bodies or words, or is it something else entirely?
Communication, sharing ideas, thoughts, and feelings there is great need for it. Even more so we need clear honest communication. It is one of the amazing parts of the human experience. And we are not the only animals that do it. Check out these little communicators:
"Hello, I'm James. I just got done using me kitty-litter, please scratch my head."
"I'm Zoe. Please let me out, I want to eat bugs, yum!"
"Ah, the perfect sun-beam. Time for a nap!"
"I'm gonna eat you! Get in my belly!"
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