Categories: Women & Men
The woman you sleep with gazes into your eyes and tells you she loves you. And you believe her. You can tell by the way she looks at you, the way she holds you, the way she seems to always know what you want before you do. There are a couple of things in life you just know, and love and this naked woman are two of them.
But there are a lot of things you don’t know.
A woman may give you her body and her heart, but there are parts that she’ll never give up. Pieces woven into the very fiber of her being. Mysteries only hinted at in a passing sly smile, an inscrutable laugh. These are the secrets of lovers past, hidden fantasies, and unshared longings. A woman’s deepest secrets that don’t—and never will—include you.
You’re about to sample this hidden knowledge. But like any man who seeks, you’d better be prepared for what you’re about to find.
I Fantasized About You
I fantasized about being with you at least a dozen times before we actually first got naked.
Your Hands Turn Me On
Just looking at your hands can turn me on.
I Sleep in Your T-Shirt
When you go away, even for a day, I sleep in your favorite old T-shirt because it smells like you.
My Body isn’t Always this Smooth
My body really isn’t naturally this hairless and smooth all over. But I will never allow you to see any indication whatsoever of all the shaving, tweezing, waxing, exfoliating, and moisturizing that gets it this way.
I Lie About My Number
I’ll never tell you exactly how many men I’ve slept with. No matter how sincere I appeared when I answered your question, chances are I wasn’t. As an unscientific guideline, when a woman says she’s slept with four men, the real number is actually closer to seven. Her fib is partly intentional (she doesn’t want to appear a floozy), but mostly it’s sexual amnesia. When a woman wants to pretend an encounter never occurred, she simply scraps the man from her official score sheet. Common excuses that lead to such an omission: The actual sex lasted only a few thrusts; or she was drunk or on the rebound.
I Compare You to My Exes
I still think about my ex-boyfriends and compare them to you. Mostly you win. Sometimes not.
I Like When You Call
I obsess about when you’re going to call me again. The period of time between our first date and your “Thanks for a great night; when can I see you again?” always seems stretched into slow motion. So don’t worry about looking too eager. Call. Even if you only wait until noon the day after, it will feel like a lifetime to me. And don’t send me an e-mail unless you want me to put you in the figurative trash can along with your message.
I Want You to Talk a Little Dirty
I want you to talk a little dirty.
I’m Constantly Testing You
I’m constantly testing you. I observe, analyze, and judge every action, word, gesture, e-mail, and facial expression. When I ask you if you want to have a threesome, I don’t mean it. If you want me to speak to you again, let alone sleep with you after this conversation, the answer should always be, “Why would I want to sleep with another woman when I have you?”
I Need to Know You Want Me
I need constant indications that you want me around. That’s why it’s better, for example, to say, “I want you to come away with me for the weekend. Could you come with me?” than to ask, “What are you up to this weekend?”
I Love It When You’re Jealous
I love it when you get a little jealous. So if you ever see me flirting in front of you with the waiter, the bus driver, or another guy at a party, know I’m actually flirting with you—through him.
I Start Fights When I Feel Ignored
I start fights with you because I’m feeling ignored. I’m trying to force emotion out of you. Don’t retreat into your cave; just give me what I want: some attention. And never tell me to “calm down,” unless you want to guarantee that I absolutely won’t.
I Want You to Take Control in Bed
I want you to take control in bed. Yes, I have a successful career, I’m financially independent, I live on my own, and I don’t need a man to make me happy (in theory). I still want you to pick me up, carry me to the bedroom, and take without asking.
By: Kathryn Eisman