The Primary Woman

The woman I see -- who I would call my girlfriend if I was not so commitment phobic -- is a really smart, sexy, sassy person with full brunette hair, thick eyebrows, full lips and an ass that just does not quit. Yes, I am a lucky man.

So here is the question. If I find her so attractive, as I do, why do we spend evenings on my couch or on her bed each with a laptop on his/her lap surfing the Internet? It is so ridiculous. We even have played backgammon on Yahoo! games while sitting next to each other when we have a real backgammon set in the house.

She is always horny, and I am frequently non-responsive. I think that she feels that my sex drive does not match hers, yet I am always horny too... though I frequently am thinking about someother scenarion. Often what will get me off is not vanilla monogamous sex -- I get charged thinking about sex with another couple or woman.

We are both hooked on the net. I will admit that she is much more tech savvy than I am, which is an embarrassment for me given that I am an engineer and she is an artist. [I think it is an age thing, she is a good 15 years younger than I am.]

So there she is, what shall we call her in this blog. mmm. Dara. Yep. That's it.