It's meanings as both a noun and a verb deal with desire for, or a lack of, something.
We all have wants. Even that one person who seems to have their shit completely together has a want. My Mom, the Saint, would agree... she would say she "wants her kids to be happy."
NICE TRY, MUMZIE! I think $1000 should cover it... And yes... I will take a check!
People who truly want for nothing want everyone to feel that sort of happiness. Must be nice.
I can personally say that while I have wants, they usually fall in the realm of easily obtainable things. I want to have a good workout. I want to drive fast and I want no cops to see. I want a drink. I want to have a good hair day. I want to not to go to work. I want my boots to clean themselves. I want to finish laundry. I want to have a good topic for the blog. I want to get some good sleep tonight. I want to see Civil War again.
Then... we get into the not so easy ones... I want Lily to not die. I want to be challenged at work. I want to make my Mom and Dad proud(er). I want to be in love. I want people to not suffer. I want to not be forced to choose between Hillary or Trump. I want to feel the love of a good woman. I want to time travel and just say "Don't do it" to my younger self on that one day... I want to time travel and just say "Do it" to my younger self on that one day.
I am usually found be-bopping around a couple of national chat rooms. Couple of weekends ago* I was in one on a Saturday that has webcams. I have made some friends on this particular site. Gained some notoriety. I fired up my cam, looked at who was on, and was just chilling. I noticed a name I was unfamiliar with, so I clicked on the cam.
It was an attractive young lady, looking to be in her 20's. This site has a more "aged" population. It was kind of nice to see someone younger than me.
I figured she would be getting inundated with messages from the male populace on the site, so I left her alone. Jumped off and went on with my day.
Sunday rolls around, and I jump on that particular site, fired up the cam again, and lo and behold... There she be. So, I jump into the sub chat room she was in. Received a "Hey, HPB!" from a few friends, and I joined the convo. About five minutes into arriving, I decide to hit her with a private message.
Something along the lines of, "Hey, pardon the intrusion, hope your day is going well." or something as equally devastatingly charming!
And I get a reply of, "It bummed me out you did not say Hi to me yesterday when you were on."
SHE had noticed ME... I could literally feel my Ego peering out from it's corner, leaning forward... "Go on..."
We got to speaking, moved over to a nice, more intimate Skype setting, and within hours... We got to know each other... Well.
Yes, she is a nice looking lady. Yes, she is flexible. Yes, she lives in Canada. Yes, I am aware of the "fantasy" that is what this is.
The greatest part of whenever we have our "sessions"... Is the way she looks at me. It is a look of desire. A look of lust. A look of unbridled want. It has been a while since I have received that look... and...
Hot diggity damn, it feels good to be wanted. If this sounds like I am bragging, well... Shut up. Let me have my moment! Thank you, oh so mucking fuch!
Here is why receiving a look like that makes the Ego roll over onto it's back and beg for a belly rub like a content dog...
IF I can receive a look like that from a woman... An ATTRACTIVE woman at that... in a "virtual" setting... Maybe.. JUST maybe... I could do so in real life???
Last weekend, I was in San Antonio. On vacation at a four day event. Me and 350 some odd friends. Last year this event was in Austin and I was introduced to a lady. We exchanged pleasantries. Our mutual acquaintance told me after the event, that the lady was "interested".
Flattered as I was, I was also not interested in a long distance thing. The woman and I conversed ever so briefly on Facebook for a while. I think we were friends at one point.
On Facebook, unless you are legacy, if you don't communicate directly with me at least one time in six months, Buh-Bye. I will defriend ya. Nothing personal, just them's the breaks, Sweetheart.
Well, she went Buh-Bye.
So... Friday night in San Antonio, I was told, by her, "I waited a year... and came here with the intention of fucking you."
Hot diggity... damn, it feels... good?... to be wanted?
Couple of things... 1) After a year of build up, WHO THE FUCK could live up to those expectations? I would have to pull out the Roman Sex God handbook or some shit... 2) First I was hearing of this and I have not quite developed my "psychic muscle". How's about a head's up? 3) Would help if I had not been drinking heavily since noon and it is midnight 4) I have never been a fan, and grown out of "hit it and quit it". 5) I have never been comfortable with being another notch on someone's bedpost. Can thank my Sophomore year in high school for that one!
I guess the Ego, when stroked properly with the right implement, can make you feel pretty damn special. And that translates into you feeling more confident... which makes you more attractive... Which makes you wanted...
We all want that. Right?
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One of the hardest questions you can get asked is, "What do you want?"
You have to search your soul. Reach down, behind the superficial. Prepare and bolster yourself for the vulnerability to honestly answer that question... Look into that person's eyes and tell them what you want...
Of course, they will listen to your deepest confession of want and reply,
"No... For dinner, ya sappy bastard. What do you want to eat?"
Good day, Sunshine,
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* Yeah... took a weekend or two off... One was just "busy", the other was on vacation in San Antonio (Where all the world's humidity is created, lives, and dies)
Wanted to be wanted.............
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