@shewolfnm,
He was not a religious guy; I don t believe that he ever attended
Jewish religious services. We were good friends, for a few years.
Probably the worst sexual experience that I can think of
was one that did
not happen, because
I was a fool.
About 30 years ago,
I met a chic at a Mensa monthly meeting at the Williams Club.
I was armed with a pair of much-coveted tickets
to the hottest show in town:
the Tut-Ankh-Amen Exhibition, on loan from Egypt,
at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, if I remember.
Those tickets were being scalped for hundreds of $$.
I decided that I 'd survey the premises to ascertain
the most beautiful chic at the meeting (cocktail party)
brandish my tickets, and let nature take its course.
I did; it worked. Her name was Carry.
That began a pleasant, tho short, relationship.
I liked Carry.
We attended the King Tut Exhibition on a designated date,
then after enjoying a nearby restaurant good for pasta,
La Maganette, Carry suggested we visit the orgy room at Plato 's Retreat.
However, she was intent upon my driving her out to Long Island
to pick up her (somewhat corpulent) girlfriend; I accomodated.
We all thereafter spent several hours driving around hither n yon,
for the ladies' miscellaneous reasons, with them in animated conversation.
Eventually, I grew bored n weary with this,
and tho I never raised my voice nor gave vent
to any anger nor displeasure, thay sensed that I was no longer happy.
That did not work out well.
At their request, I just drove them both home.
It woud have turned out better, if I had gone with the flow better.
The moral of the story is:
u gotta
control your emotions (in this case: patience)
to make it come out OK.
David