okay, so i am gonna offend readers just by the title. but it's just my opinion/perspective, alright?
so here's the story. at one point, there was this cute korean girl who seemed to be into me. she thought i was like this gentle, kind, innocent boy. which i was, maybe, on the surface. but here was the thing. she was a devout christian, and she always made it clear that she put jesus christ first. even her lover (which would have to be her husband, because, you know, no premarital sex), even he was second to christ.
now, i'm older, and i appreciate putting everything in it's place, spirituality settles all, and everything. but let me tell you. there's nothing that wrings a young (or even old) man's heart more than being told he's to play second fiddle to some son of god who's supposed to be able to walk on water and cure leprosy and other crap. (and the no sex part's not a big winner either).
most young guys who are pretty decent, maybe socially awkward, all that they want is: well, let me put it this way. it's like they would like to play a game, but they haven't got anyone to play it with. and no, "game" is not a euphemism for "sex" (although it COULD be). it's like, they'd like to experience life with someone else, see things from a different angle, see different things, see the same things... and they want to have fun playing the game. they want the other person to have fun, because that's part of having fun themselves. fun fun fun. and nothing spoils fun more than: 1) having some third party referee continually interrupting play and doing instant replays on all the illegal moves; and 2) well, having illegal moves to begin with.
what's wrong with having love be an end in itself? to be consumed by it? maybe not wholly consumed (okay, so i am getting in some dirty water here), but to be giddy/happy/crazy thinking about it, so you do unwise things, inappropriate things, "unbecoming things?"
reason and religion are great mediators, and potentially can keep things sane and stable and sedate (read boring); but they ain't exactly great aphrodesiacs.
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