The boy who wanted SEX FAME MONEY POWER AND DRUGS

Chapter 2: The Three Letter Word

"We are all born sexual creatures, thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift." Marilyn Monroe

The young man, still appearing like a little boy, sensing his surroundings as if it's the first time he's seen such beauty. Clothes similar to Buddhist monks, except they were pure white. Whiter than hospital sheets. He slowly but surely raises his hands towards the heavens and screams.

"I am the new man with a new message!"

He looks at the women slowly walking by, who are a bit curious about what he is doing in the middle of the square standing there as if he owns this place. Getting a bit excited from the feeling of gazing eyes upon him. He screams even louder this time, starting his message to the people of the square.

"I want sex! I love sex! I want to feel this freedom! I want to know how it is to touch a woman. See her naked. Treat every single body part as if it was my God!"

This caught some women's attention. A few parents were covering their children's ears, telling them to not listen to this crazy young man. However, a cocky guy by the night club cheers him on. Looks like a true player in "the game". The gentle boy looks at this "playah" and continues,

"I don't want any lame one night stand! How can you only take one night to explore a delicate female body?! How can you explore her true beauty in just one night?

I get it, I get it. We want to explore as many women as possible before making the final commitment. Fair enough. This is obviously much wiser than to end up with someone that we want to completely change in the end. Spending our precious time in a toxic relationship. So we go to the clubs, get messed up on alcohol. Party! Fool and flirt around. Hormones rushing through our body. Picking a girl for a night. Enjoying meaningless but fun drunk sex. Loving it. Oh, I want it! Connecting with someone on such a level in so little time. The world needs more of that! Openness. If we could just say how we truly feel deep within, every time we open our sinful mouths. There would be more love and less fear in this world. I promise you. I guess we need alcohol and other drugs to numb the fear for a little while. So we can express how we truly feel to others and even strangers. It's somehow so difficult these days to be ourselves that we even need a guide on how we ourselves function and behave. We read psychology, philosophy, look at astrology and take personality tests, all kinds of sources to learn about ourselves and how we're supposed to fit into this world.

So one night of amazing sex would never be enough for me! If ever I have a one night stand, I want it to be an experience that is engraved into the back of her dirty mind. Leaving intimate fingerprints in her heart. Creating celebratory fireworks between the legs of our souls. Celebrating true love for one night that would last forever.

I'm pretty sure I would want to get to know her after sharing a night like that.

Though I would never be able to know every person I meet, or basically have a crush on, to this sexy extreme. If she respects and loves me like I would do her. And if her troubles are worth my time and I see that I can be a hero in her specific situation. Why wouldn't I stretch out my kindness and help this perfectly timed maybe temporary soul mate? Don't we wonder what she sees in us? why she's suffering? Why she perceives the world the way she does? I would want to understand her more. Comprehend why she thinks this way. Figure out the opposite sex who seems like they're from a different planet. Once I understand her fully, I want to keep respecting her completely. Respect her by giving her the ultimate release she deserves. All her stress and emotions gently kissed away by my lips. Her tears dried by the touch of my hand. Her troubles gone. Holding her arms around me so I can hold her safe and secure in mine.