I have had a complicated relationship with the subject and so does my Betty.
I grew up with sweet, rather innocent romantic novels, where the main character had hazel brown eyes matching her nicely designed dress, who meets a suntanned dark haired man. It takes them half of the book to get in his arms and kiss him, to be left by him and on the last page she meets him again and in a hot exotic kiss she whispers she will be his for ever.. Once I was old enough to walk the path of love lust was a part of that road. Unfortunately that often brought a broken heart. The idea that love and lust would be combined was not that realistic.
Especially in my dating days, Betty had this natural superstition for men. The way men and women seem to think about lust is sometimes quite different, as is the way they get aroused. Where Betty wanted to find love, she got lust. The sometimes Neanderthalic approach by men made Betty into a spiting and screaming creature. Bad opening lines filled with suggestive words, she would nail those men with one push on the ‘click to block this member’-button.
I’m sure there may be women who do like to communicate with men in this way, that’s ok. Everyone has their own preference when lust is concerned. The lovely femme fatale in me was being thrown behind locked doors by Betty, because she wanted to feel love and not just lust. The funny thing is, that the lust that she so didn’t want, caused her to love an appreciate herself more. She decided not to go for anyone less than the one who wanted to sleep with her and wake up with her the next morning.
From the day her prince came along, she unlocked her femmefatale. She may be free, because Betty knows, her prince will get her coffee the next morning and kiss her on the forehead.
