An Intrinsic Exquisite
there is always a
she had tried
plenty of protector/procreators
none of it satisfied her sense of the romantic
all of it was irrelevant to the purpose
the protector/procreators have a lack of imagination.
the imaginative arty types have too much imagination or, in any case, cannot distinguish between the real and the imagined
gigolos are fun in bed, excellently seductive but completely mercenary (that's the point, right?). whatever gains in pleasure come in bed are quickly dissipated out of bed
what other kinds of men are there? at least, what other kinds are interested in women?
could I possibly have fucked my way through every possible male genera?
how bewilderingly disappointing
perhaps this is the moment for creative imagination
perhaps one has to paint with one's magic (purple!) crayon
perhaps that's harder than it seems
she set to work to try and imagine a different sort of man