Quick and dirty Seduction lesson

I have already explained you how to let things come.
You smile cutely, zero irony,
you don’t move, zero hysteria,
you do not speak about your loft, zero supremacy,
and you happily embody the eternal feminine, like Man is your lord
and then you wait until it happens while appearing vaguely, I highlight “vaguely” consensual.

Je t’ai deja explique comment laisser les choses venir.
Tu souris mignonnement, zero ironie,
tu bouges pas, zero hysterie,
tu ne parles pas de ton loft, zero suprematie,
et tu te contentes d’incarner l’eternel feminin, genre l’homme est ton seigneur,
et ensuite tu attends que ca te tombe dessus en prenant un air vaguement, je dis bien “vaguement”, consentant.

Extract Fonelle est amoureuse de Sophie Fontanel.

2012 Wish list begins

How much love is needed in one’s life?

The perfect combinations includes the physical and decadent pleasures of love, the oh so reassuring emotional connections & the spiritual “Etat de grace”. Greedy me wants all 3.

No fat-free-light-version of love, pour moi. I want the rich, full body, deep fried version de l’AMOUUUR. I want the intense taste that comes when you breath the rarefied air of absolute Love.
But of course one must accept the risk that the stories ends up dramatically… And should this be the case, well hey it might finally give me some material to write a book!

Bien evidemment, it won’t happen with wishful thinking only. One must show the gods our willingness to put a little sweat equity into your own life so they grant your favors with more celerity.

So 2012 will include
1/ the practice of tantric love -  doesn’t the Institute of Tantric Living sounds like a good place to start?
2/ catching up on some of some absolute love with Smythson’s red leather Love Letters
3/ the spiritual Etat de grace will require spending time in sacred locations and until we get to Bali, I’ll be lightening some candles in the bedroom

I hate love

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. (…) It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Neil Gaiman