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to dazzle you, don


In the early weeks of February, when I first heard that the topic for Ocsplora this month would be Sex and Romance, I quickly lost interest in contributing. I thought to myself, ‘How on Earth can one be creative in sex and romance and how does that tie into what we do at Ocsplora?’ I also thought that it was a bit tacky that we chose that topic only because Valentine’s Day falls within the month.

A couple days after that I was listening to a talk Donald Miller gave to a bunch of students at Harvard about relationships. He told a story about his friend who asked him one day if he wanted to go photograph Mt. Bachelor in Oregon one early morning. Donald reluctantly agreed and the two of them set out the next day around two in the morning to catch the sunrise. When the two of them were about sixty miles from anywhere, his friend pulled the car over, shut it off, got out of the vehicle, started walking down the road and finally stopped about twenty-five feet up the road and laid down…. Read more…

a girl can dream, can’t she?

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Who am I to talk about sex and romance? I’ve never had either.  I almost did, once.  And it took a fair amount of time for my bruised little heart to get past the confusion of the moment. Recently, the closest I’ve come to a date was with a ‘genius’ at the ‘bar’ at the Apple store. He couldn’t help me.

My track record in the love department sucks. I have felt forgotten, used, dragged along and, worst of all, like a body double. I often share too much, too fast.  Then, I develop ideas of what I think a person should do with that information. But they respond either not in the way I expect, or not at all.  I then turn that disappointment into complete rejection and begin to tell myself that I have no hope at ever being in love. I’ve given away little bits of me to poor expectations and replaced them with cynicism…. Read more…

a shade of red

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The sky was spitting in the freshness of the evening.  A slight breeze wandered down the narrow streets and caressed the small, arched bridges of the city.  The night was to be yet another of reasonable weather and fair social happenings in this sprawling urban area.

My walk through the circular streets of the central part of the city had carried me round and round, breathing in the late fall air while enjoying the sights and sounds.  Yet it was that corner, that turn into a certain place I will not soon forgot.

Short and terse was the man as he asked, ‘How much?’ to the woman through the half open door.  It was a simple question, thinking back to the day now, yet it stuck with me so – the sight, the sound of their voices, the quandary of the questioner…. Read more…