Memoire
2005.06.27 10:30

In my high teens I was unable to talk to any woman, especially very pretty one. It was just out of the question. I was extremely shy.
In my twenties, I'd never gotten out of the library. Thanks to that I was unable to have any physical contact with a woman, a woman kept on being an objective of admiration, respect, kept on being an idol in my mind. At the age of 30, I didn't know yet a woman.
At age 30, abruptly one pretty woman came into my life. I fell in love with her and married. One year and three months later we divorced, but throughout my thirties, I never fail to have a girlfriend at any time. I was always faithful to my love ...till five years ago slightly before in the wake of my forties.
In my forties, I never fail to have two or three relationship at the same time. We forties take for granted that we have as many relationships as possible as far as money and time permit.
In my low teens I never fail to have cheerful conversations with a pretty girl every day. Sometimes I fell in love with that pretty girl. Pretty girls are at the same time smart girls. We talked a lot sometimes with frivolous physical contacts. Only later in my life I noticed they were the first precious sexual experiences with a woman. Touch, watch, slapped...
I am almost the middle of my forties. Time flies.