Music, Sex and Poetry

If I'm not waking up with you in the morning what the hell am I'm doing having sex with you? Does anybody remember Sacred Sex, the most intimate thing two people can do together, the highest level of affection?. If you are not basically intimate enough to spend time, what the hell are we doing in bed? I hear everybody talking about the practical solution of the booty call, the practical solution to fast release, but where is the romance, that is the point. Love making is supposed to be a deep, sensual. enriching experience. America, we turn love-making into sport, sisters of Los Angeles and this giant continent we need to stop settling for nothing, we need to raise the bar here; I was told at supper on Friday night that girls are used to being treated so badly in this city, that if a guy opened the door for them they were happy. I don't know if she was exagerating but that's a very low bar. We put our love on the market place, the Beatles song "Money Can't Buy You Love" would be totally out of fashion here because it seems that money can buy love here. Love, love, love, love: hanging out together, walking together, holding hands and kissing for hours, we all need to take a trip to Rome or Paris to remember how it's done .
I hear that they are operating the three hits and you are out system, basically if you don't get laid by the third date, dump her . Oh come on America what are we getting out of this ? It's like Dire Straits sang "money for nothing and your chicks for free". Beautiful ladies of this city of angels what are you getting out of this? What's the rush? It's like the gold rush out here we all got gold fever or booty fever, where is the poetry? Recently after I didn't put out to a guy after a few dates he tried to insult me by calling me a thirty something virgin, on another date the man I was due to be going out with came to the door dishevelled, he seemed rather shocked that I came in ten minutes early, so I said "should I make myself at home and make a cup of tea"?; He rushed down to his bedroom saying he would go get dressed. While making the cup of tea it dawned on me that maybe he was not alone in his bedroom, so I calmly walked down the stairs and sure enough they were rushing to pull themselves together ,his lady friend was doing up her shirt, so I said, " Oh! what do you guys do together"? He said she was "a client". As she pushed passed me on the stairs she turned to him and said: "a client of what" ?, "Not now honey"! he said," I told you I don't have time", and she left. Of course I could have left too, but as part of my sociological experiment I wanted to hear what he had to say, so I made him pay for supper and explain to me the ins and outs of L.A. dating. "Listen honey", he said, "if you don't say you wanna be exclusive it's open game". Listen call me old fashion but when you are hanging out, getting to know someone, getting a little romantic, it takes the romance out of it having to say: "listen honey let's be exclusive, cancel your booty calls at 5 and 9". Love even lust is about great seduction, it's about the art of waiting and longing and then enjoying. This love circuit in L. A. is all formula and no bravery, it's just too difficult to get close. It's become like a service industry. I don't know about you but I want to wake up in the arms of someone I love, I wanna wake up in the arms of someone who is in love with me, how about you ? Let's put some wind in the sails of the great American love story, otherwise we are all doomed to perish on the market place, and I will move to Paris before I'll starve for love. Am I the only one who's feeling like this? please respond.