character--what is love

The assignment was to write about a character.

Julie.  It was December 31, 1995. We lay down the night before we went to Thailand—I was unsure what would happen between us.  My fingers found their way over to her thigh, and I guess that was all the invitation she needed to slide over and put her face on mine like she was trying to lick the place where my molars were removed 20 years ago.

I used to think people over-50 were ready to for a slowdown, but she’s rip-roaring to go whenever there is an opportunity for love-making. 

One night I did something that I never imagined I would ever do.  I moved away from her advances earlier as we laid down to sleep. She didn’t ask why—she just turned over and said, “Good night.”  Then, about 4 am, I thought I’d see if she was willing to have a go.  I touched her shoulder. She was awake immediately as if she’d been waiting for three hours, and already moaning with pleasure.  She slid over to me going for an over-enthusiastic lip-lock. With just a little bit of well-placed pressure on her hip, I let her know that I was interested in a different position.  She was just as happy with this new idea. 

I’m trying to figure out why my relationship with Alison seems different. Alison’s also over-50.  The first night, we had a friendly kiss. For the next eight nights in a row, we made love!  So on the surface, it sounds a lot like Julie.  But it’s the way in which I approach the situation.  With Alison, we talked about love, we looked into each other’s eyes and saw reciprocal feelings. I truly gave my heart away. 

With Julie as we were walking around Koh Samui, she was the one who wanted to hold hands, she was the one who wanted to have dreamy glances.  As opposed to Alison, who played it cool--usually. On our second night together, Alison and I were walking down the stairs from my fifth-floor apartment.  On the first landing, she stopped, turned around and took my hand.  OMG! This was the Goddess Aphrodite reaching down from Mt. Olympus and giving the farm boy from Arkansas a ride in first class. 

Julie is every teenage boy’s dream—and mine.  She’s always ready for it, she’s not demanding; she said herself that she feels like she is taking an exam when we are making love.  But when we are walking around on the island, who am I thinking of?  Who do I buy a present for?  Alison.

Julie is like the old-faithful puppy dog that is always there no matter what happens.  Alison is like a beautiful prim and proper cat that lays on the windowsill in the sunlight just out of reach.  Julie and Alison represent the reason God gave man free will.  Without free will, the Julie scenario, the conquest is not a challenge.  If Man was designed to love God, God would have no satisfaction when he receives that love.  But when he has to work for it, the Alison scenario, the love is gratifying.