Alpina's blog post - Worlds apart

I first thought I would delete last night's blog - it came out very graphic indeed under the influence of too much Italian Barbera and too many emotions - but then: why should I only write when I am sober?

Why should I only write when I am happy?

Because in spite of all of yesterday's bliss, I finally felt unhappy and lonely - after a serious conversation with Phillip. We were naked and in bed, but still ... He loved my body, he said, my unashamed sexuality, my imagination, my mind - but he disliked me gradually suffering from girl-friend syndrome - which is concentrating all on him and waiting for him during the week instead of living my life. This would make me boring sooner or later.

What had particularly attracted him to me, he said, was my freedom, my independence, the way I lived my sexuality. They way I liked to be a good fuck because I enjoyed it, not because I wanted to serve. He had always been looking for a strong woman - and if I went on like that I would turn sub before long. And he was not really fond of that - there was no challenge. We had to win each other again and again, he said, it had to be an exciting game for both. And so on.

All these sports metaphors - while talking about us. What does a man know about a woman who loves?