Today, I know the difference between love and
That wasn't the case 20 and 30 years ago. Lust is an intense sexual
attraction to another person. You just want to do what
biology is calling on you to, by any means necessary. It is
fueled in your mind by fantasy and competition.
You want to "hit the bottom" or
knock a hole in that thing.
It's goal directed. It's addictive. It's self centered.
You just can't wait to get in to it. Oh I remember those
days. When it is mutual, it can be animalistic
it is not it violates. It can endanger. One of the only good
things about lust is can be what starts a good relationship.
It can be what allows for deep physical connection, if we survive
When your hearts on fire, smoke gets in
Lust feels like love until its' time to make a sacrifice. Love and
lust, however, are not identical and can appear in any combination,
with or without the other, fluctuating between the two states over
time. Love is a basic human need that keeps us bonded to the people
who matter most. A secure, loving attachment with a romantic
partner involves a deep affection, trust, and acceptance of a
person, with all of their flaws.
I want to tell you about a girl I lusted after. She had a
serious hour glass figure. When she wore her red, she could
stop traffic. Police officers used to follow us, just to see
her. She had a peek a boo bra. She was big up top. She was hotter
than Georgia asphalt. She spoke with a low deep voice.
She was not good for me. She was a 1971 Chevy Corvette. She
had a big block 454 engine with a Edelbrock blower peaking out of
the fiberglass hood. It had hard detachable t-tops. In the
summer, you could feel the temperature from engine
compartment. It didn't have A/C. The motor was so
powerful it had chains assisting the motor mounts. You could
torque the frame with the RPM of the engine. She growled when she
idled. She got 10 miles to the gallon in the city. 12MPG on
the highway under 60. She got respect and a lot of
looks. I had to park her away from other cars. She was
horrible in bad weather. She slid on wet pavement like a ice
skater. It was lust.
She gave nothing back. When you want a cool car, it is lust.
The car can't and doesn't love you back. It is one sided.
Lust is like that. There is no commitment. She'll put
you down in a out of the way place. She'll wear out, or be
sold for something newer. You don't do that with a person you
C Hall and Steven R
Hall | Dec 13,
with the authors of 15 Rules, Janet C. Hall and Steven R. Hall,