I am 31

I just turned 31 years old. I keep wondering if passion gets better as I get older, or if I just am getting better at picking the guys who do it right. Maybe a combination. hmmmm. Someday, I am going to spend a weekend with someone, at some bed and breakfast somewhere in the mountains, when it is a bit chilly outside, snow is falling all around, the fire is dancing in the fireplace, and, for an entire weekend, he and I are looking in eachothers eyes, gritting our teeth with sheer satisfaction, taking breaks now and then, laying in eachothers arms, napping for a while, room service brings us some food and wine, and we eat, and watch the fire dance, and go again, knocking it out again and again as the snow falls outside the window and I may not even know his last name. 🙂

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