
Mate expectations
by Robert Hedges ©
The Louisville area had it's 'red light district' just like any other town or city, and the most fashionable establishment of this notoriety was a house of 'ill repute' named'Annie's'. . When a certain naive young fellow (me) sought the diversion of the "ladies of the evening" it was to the Green Door (I was given directions) to which I was directed, to discover on my own, what a 'normal' relationship entailed, and if I functioned 'normally'.
I had been led to places much less healthy and cajoled under peer
pressure to 'conform', twice, on the alternating paycheck
weekends just prior to my adventure at the Green Door, all during
the free-wheeling early seventies. Thus in six weeks (three
weekends of bimonthly paychecks) I learned a very valuable
lesson. There is nothing memorable about a physical contact, in
the absence of the chemistry called PEA .
The opportunity has been available to me since, particularly in
Las Vegas, to indulge in this common male fantasy, but my
knowledge of sordid reality recognizes such contacts as useless
behavior.
I await opportunities to feel 'chemistry' I have experienced. That is the greatest feeling - a high caused by the nearness and anticipation of more high -.