I would like to thank Lorenzo for his kind invitation to periodically share my point of view on his provocative blog. I quickly agreed under the condition that I, like “G”, would remain anonymous. Not because I, like “G”, have had 300 lovers, but just to write more freely behind an invisible cloak.
I love the idea of being anonymous! As a little girl, I would try on the slippers of Cinderella or the tiara of a princess and happily disappear behind these imaginative disguises for hours before returning to reality.
Why did I choose the pen name of Endorfina? When I was in my early 20’s, I met an authentic Italian count at a cocktail party in an ancient Italian castle. He was tall, dark and dramatically draped in an impressive black cape. I was introduced by my real name, but he quickly replied, “No, I am going to call you Endorfina!” A bit confused I asked, “Perche?” With seductive charm he explained that I was a simpatica bella bionda which brought to his mind endorphins, the neurotransmitters in the brain responsible for decreasing pain and suffering as well increasing pleasure. He was a romantic scientist, and I was taken by the romantic compliment. He was also a strikingly handsome Italian!
And so, as Endorfina, I will write and wonder about what’s going on in the world of sex and love today. I am a happily divorced single mom who remains idealistic about romance. I am amazed by all of the mind-boggling options available for dating and sex today. I am learning a lot from Lorenzo’s blogs as well as his entertaining book about G’s sexual encounters. The Table of Contents alone is tantalizing! (See below)
I recently saw the movie “What’s Your Number?” I thought it referred to the telephone. Wrong! Girlfriends in their early twenties were sharing secrets about their number of sexual partners. One young woman was horrified to discover, after slowly counting on her fingers, that her number was 19 – far above her friends. Despite her love of sex, she made a vow to keep the number under 20 until she found Mr. Right. In the end she finds him, marries him and he becomes lucky number 20!
If someone asked you what’s your number would you be truthful, proud or embarrassed? I guess a lot depends upon your age and generation. I also wonder how fast numbers increase in today’s world. My number, like my name, will remain anonymous.
Of course, your numbers will climb faster if are a tri-sexual dabbler or in a poly-amorous relationship. I was surprised to read in Lorenzo’s blog that some women often experiment with tri-sexual adventures in the hope of luring a man for themselves and then exiting the triangle.
The Internet has opened all kinds of options for relationships beyond the standard match.com, e-harmony and others. There is a website www.partimelove.com for partners looking for “less” – a relationship that doesn’t demand too much time. Married men and women openly pursue affairs on www.ashleymadison.com. Their motto is “Life is short. Have an affair.” Soon it will be easy to get lucky in the air! There will be a new app, www.wingman.com, where passengers exchange photos and flight numbers by phone to see if anyone on board stimulates their hormones!
Given all of the above, Lorenzo’s theory of the BGL, Brain Genital Law, makes a lot of sense. At first for me it was a bit of a tongue twister. I, subconsciously or not, twisted it into a new word Bragina. My definition of Bragina is a woman’s brain sending signals to her vagina where many a debate rages over decisions like, “Oh yes, yes or no, or maybe or not in a million years!”
From the male point of view, picture the famous Seinfeld episode where Jerry’s cartoon brain sits on one shoulder and his cartoon penis on the other battling to determine who will win the argument about whether to bed with a buxom sexy actress or send her home. She had a great body but was also a dingbat with an annoying nasal whiny voice. The brain won the argument which as soon regretted by lonely Jerry’s shrinking penis.
Back to the Bragina: Valentine’s Day is around the corner. That means there will be many women hoping for roses, chocolates, champagne, caviar, sparkling jewelry and a romantic evening, perhaps with a happy ending. There will also, most certainly, be many Bragina debates about what’s for dessert! Coffee, tea or me?
What would Cupid think- the god of desire and erotic love and son of the love goddess Venus? When I googled Cupid, I was directed to www.cupid.com – another site for digital romance hit by the chubby cherub’s arrow!
My Bragina is nostalgic for the romance of days gone by. And so, I am hoping for a little love and romance on the ground, not in the air, without the help of the Internet. Wish me luck!