Confessions

In Sunday school on... Sunday, we were taught the story of bathsheba and David and all the naughty thougts that had come before the "deed".  This picture came to mind, the teacher used it in her lesson.


Can I just say, Who painted this? It looks like a 4 year old did it, and David looks uber creepy!

The lesson was brilliant though, and it got me thinking. I love men, I really do. I am most comfortable around them in fact probably a little too much.

I may love men but I really don't know how their minds work. I have an idea but I just don't think about what I say and do and um...wear or don't wear in their presence.  Not that I have some slammin' bod, but I don't think it takes much. Especially in my sweet Provo where most of the boys are sexually quelled until marriage. That is a good, great, wonderful thing too! I am repressed as well, and yes it's hard for women. We do this because we love God and we follow his commandments. When the time is right sex is going to be awesome....

To me sex is science, it's about pheromones and the exchanging biological information, a kiss first. It's a glance here and a "Omigosh he smells really good". This gets me in trouble because I talk so openly sometimes and that may be misconstrued into something it's not. I am constantly being accused of flirtation when I thought I was just being nice. What I am trying to say is, I feel a bit guilty of saying or doing things that could have triggered thought processes that even I tend to be ensconced with. There is nothing wrong with these feelings, just control them. After hearing stories of kissing though, I realize I haven't missed it much.


Little Kiss.


From now on I think I am going to be more careful, I don't want to be responsible for making others feel uncomfortable in ways I really don't understand.