[Demon Words] A table of dishes, two pots of tea, and heartfelt words!

After lurking for a while, I'm finally popping in. I mentioned before in a post that Paradise is like a confessional, a safe haven for my secrets and a place to hide myself.

Today is a little special for me. Eleven years ago today, I took an overnight train, went straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau after getting off the train, and picked up my marriage certificate. In those eleven years, I never remembered a day like this, a day filled with small moments of happiness and romance. Eleven years later, today, like most days, I'm home alone.

I'm unusually diligent, personally preparing a table full of dishes to entertain my girlfriends. And, in my usual improvisational style, I even mixed a cocktail for everyone. At that moment, a phrase I'd once heard flashed through my mind: "Work and alcohol can both make a person an interesting soul." So, tonight should be about drinks, stories, and a chance to connect with my girlfriends' interesting souls.

(P.S.: Just so you know, this isn't erotica; it's more like a casual chat.)

At nine o'clock that evening, after a satisfying meal, we sat around on the floor. A girl was lounging on the sofa, slightly tipsy and languid, quite alluring. She was the youngest of us, a 90s girl, with a sweet smile. She dozed off for a while, still slightly drunk, and the four of us 80s started chatting.

One of the single girls asked: "I want to flirt with a guy, how can I do it in a sophisticated way without being undignified? He's younger than me!"

I seriously told her, "Just talk to him about your views on sex, it's a win-win situation, simple, direct, and efficient." The girls burst into laughter, asking me what I thought.

I calmly gave examples, almost like a teacher, explaining the nuances of using declarative or interrogative sentences in conversation, teaching her how to flirt. It was a first for me! The girls were incredibly happy, their faces flushed, their laughter unrestrained, eager to learn, and bursting with gossip.

Another mother continued, lamenting: "After the last Truth or Dare game, I felt like I'd wasted my life. But when I got home and saw my clueless husband, all my emotions vanished.

" She reminded me of another close friend, married for many years, enduring a silent marriage. It's tasteless, yet too painful to abandon. How many marriages break down because of a lack of conversation? Trivial, meaningless questions like "Have you eaten?" or "Drink more water" leave only a "heh." And then, the conversation truly ends with "heh."

Another friend, perhaps because we're close in age, shares the same view: believing in love, but finding it is so rare, and it's uncertain whether you'll encounter it. Thinking about this, I've repeatedly expressed my gratitude to Uncle in this community, and to him for letting me be his guide.

These close friends chatting together like this, this kind of heartfelt exchange makes me feel at peace, and I'm grateful to cherish these interesting souls. In middle age, I often understand the feeling that meeting someone is easy, but truly understanding them is difficult.

I chatted with my girlfriends: whether it's love or sex, mutual trust and undisturbed interaction are a form of respect and a form of safety. A good partner ensures not only physical health but also safety in each other's work and life environments. It's about caring for each other, not interfering with each other, and most importantly, not sacrificing each other under any circumstances. Love or desire, it's all instinct, our nature.

Thinking about it, if only familial affection remains in a marriage, I feel like a withered flower, even with all its petals fallen, I still wish for sincerity.

My girlfriends shared their stories, perhaps reflecting their own experiences or aspirations. They all know I have an uncle, and even gossiped, asking: How many times a night? How many positions have you tried?

These girls were all top students in school, with excellent professional qualifications. I don't always envy them; occasionally, I feel a sense of pride and satisfaction, and then I can honestly and frankly share my innermost views on sex. So, facing them, I wasn't worried at all about being seen as an oddball, nor was I restrained by any caution or restraint; I felt as free as a fish swimming underwater.

What about 10 or 20 years from now? I imagine: if one day we can truly talk about sex freely, openly, scientifically, and seriously, it would be a huge step forward for civilization.

I believe: sex is instinct, while love is willing, selfless, regardless of giving or receiving.
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Uh, without realizing it, it's time to say good morning. A pot of Da Hong Pao tea, a pot of Jin Jun Mei tea, I'll calmly sort out my thoughts and unravel the words in my heart.

I've never typed so many words on my phone before, and my eyelids aren't even drooping yet. It's been 22 hours without sleep; I feel like I'm about to ascend to heaven. Ah ha, it's a new day again!

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