A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries, but a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board.

You are clearly high mainenance. You are truly unsatisfied.

Thank you for enlightening me. I don't think I could have known that without you.

D.H. Lawrnce does prove a point doesn't he, although not very pleasant? If the price is right you have no complants, in this case it was 'love' or orgasmic pleasure so the price was to put up with inconvenience.
Same with war, In a war of survival soldiers will put up with anything but in a war of opportunity they will only risk so much and will complain if things are not right.

Yeah - I get it. When the guy has been right - I've very happily slept on the hard ground. In fact - I haven't even needed a board...but I like sleeping outside - with the right person- unless it's raining - then I need a tent.

But life isn't so simple. There is short and long term satisfaction. For an evening or two you may feel in heaven but if he doesn't have other qualities for long term then the bitching begins. Whycan't you talk to my mother? Why can't we do this? Why can't we have a castle? So the one who demands luxuries may not have been satisfied with sexually may in the long term been satisfied with security and luxury of the high class.

D.H.lawrence has only the short term view.

I've never slept with someone on a board or otherwise, unless I knew them for more than an evening or two, and had ascertained that they were interesting enough to at least maintain a conversation.
And who the HELL wants a castle?
Too much to deal with. Like I said - as the years go by, the more I shed, the better I feel.
If someone wanted a castle or to be chained to a piece of ground with possessions and expected me to participate - I'd run in the other direction.

I think it's best when people rely on themselves. If you don't rely on someone else - you don't get disappointed. I have known people from whom I've only wanted their company. They haven't had to provide anything else. I do think that's the easiest and most enjoyable way to experience someone.

I understand what D.H. Lawrence is saying - and I believe it - but I am a romantic at heart.

Yes, the world is changing and so too the relationship balance.

You're a woman unsatisfied though. Why else would you kvetch so much?

If Hubby thought I was unsatisfied before, he'd REALLY think so after I slept on a board!

D. H. Lawrence was wrong.

I am with Eva on this one. I am satisfied, and I can afford my own luxuries.
Did D.H. Lawrence take this in consideration?

I wasn't always alone. I was always a kvetch. It's genetic. And if I was in a relationship and the man expected me to sleep on a board, I'd tell him what he could do with the board. It would be painful, I'm sure.

A woman who loves a man would sleep on board sure, but not less than a 50 footer, if only for appearance's sake.

The older I get, the more true his quote is.

I see unhappy women who must surround themselves with luxeries in order to tolerate being with their man.

Then, again, I see women who have little material things who are very happy with their man.

My wife need a water bed to get a good night sleep and no one would wish to be around her if she is short of sleep for any reason.

Second, I must prefer to wake a sleeping bear in her den with clubs sleeping by her then to wake my lovely wife in the middle of the night.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._H._Lawrence

This 'sleeping board' quote was from my participation in the wing-in-ground effect forum in Yahoo group where one participant inserted the quote at the bottom of his comments as a signature line. I thought it was funny.

Caspar

I never had a woman who loved me feel satisfied sleeping on a board. That's a quick way to take the wind out of a relationships sails.

Try Hawaiian surfing board near a sunny beach as Chumly suggested.

Sure, I would be happy to sleep on a board if I am crazyinlove with a man. But, how did we end up on a board?

Remembering, once making love in a small woods, no board or sheet. When I went to work from there, someone told me I had a pine needle in my hair. Sure enough, pulled back into a pony tail with my brown hair, was a brown pine needle. Good memory, that.

Ah - that brings back good memories. Caspar was my favorite! He was so friendly.