As most of you know, I've run through half the girls in the modelling and entertainment industries, of all ages. Not because I have an addiction but because... Well.. I can. And what gets me, what really gets me, is the emptiness in their eyes when they see they have nothing to offer beyond flawlessly evolved bodies and bright faces with big eyes and high cheekbones. Despite all the passion I evoke from them, they can't do the same for me. Beauty, even from the most exclusive Stockholm nightclubs, has a limit. I think I'm done with the entire industry for now. My latest girlfriend is a deli girl and dancer. She's simple at heart and an unconditional lover of great sophistication. Her emotional intelligence is unrivaled because despite her beauty, she's from a socio economic condition where eligible females far outweigh eligible men so the amount of attention and pampering she received from sources she found validating are minimal. Naturally, I've developed a soft spot for her and we're going out for gelatto to my special spot tonight. This could be the first one (out of 3).
I am polyamorous .. although this puts up the shields and red flags with a lot of people, I think they eventually come to the conclusion that some men have more love and inspiration to give and its selfish of them to want that all to themselves. On the other hand, I respect their open minded approach to something outside their comfort zone and won't go beyond a certain limit.
I'm just at a great place in my personal life. Often times our passions and professional lives take up so much of our mental energy that its hard to go back to the basics and see what's really good. What it all.... Is really for. And you fall into habits that are self destructive due to your natural affinity towards excellence and dominating the opposition. I know I've taken it out on you guys at times , deservedly so , but I can truly say our relationship has never been stronger after all we've been through. I approve of you all as human beings in your own special way, shortcomings and all. Let's pop open a 42 noir and toast this one to the hidden gems out there!
