DATING TIPS FOR PSYCHOPATHS

The renown physicist and all-round brainiac, Albert Einstein, once said that imagination was better than knowledge.   True enough, I suppose.   But it would be a cataclysmic mistake to underplay ‘knowledge’ too much ... especially if  it complements logic and common sense.   Imagination rules! ... but rudimentary ‘smarts’ dovetail nicely with  imagination, thank you.

This is especially true of erotic fantasies.

Let’s face it ... every human being over the age of reason has engaged - whether they want to admit it or not - in sexual fantasies ... usually more than once.

In my case, of course, I have a new one about every three hours.

Every so often I get to live out one of these fantasies in real life.   It happens maybe every blue moon or so if I’m lucky.  The problem is: I get so excited over the prospective carnal hi-jinx, that my brain often takes a permanent dixie.

A case in point: About 20 years ago, my late wife and I shared this fantasy where we made passionate love upon soft silk sheets in a candle-lit boudoir.   Pretty tame stuff, actually...but what the hell! - this isn’t the damned ‘PENTHOUSE FORUM!

At any rate, the two of us arranged a weekend where we were totally home alone.   She got the silk stuff.   I got the candles.

Man, I was so worked up about the project, I was sticking candles all over the joint!   And like an idiot, I even put one on the night-stand right next to the bed.

Jumping Jesus ... you should have seen what happened !

As we were flailing around on the silk, a little corner of the sheet came in contact with the flame from the candle.

Baboosh!

Take it from me, pal ... nothing puts the kibosh on an erotic mood faster than having to stand there naked, dousing the conflagration with a chemical extinguisher.