Encountering a femme fatal is something life shaking and extraordinary.
Those who are still alive after such event will know what I am talking about.
It is, as if both heaven and hell crashing down on you. You go through a melting fire of emotions and thoughts. Some will never again find their courage back allowing the pleasures of being, while others change their minds finding new starts.
I have observed a strange thing in our world. People are full of fears going alone through life. Their fear is breaking out at different occasions and times. They feel a strong need to find someone they can lean on.
There are always givers and receivers. Many know the story of Platon of the original entity with 2 heads, 4 arms and 4 legs the gods separated right in the middle. Since then, we read in Platon`s "Symposion", since then each part is looking for it`s appropriate correspondence.
The fear not to find a real partner makes many impatient, and impatiently they take what seems fitting. Some talks, some dates, some fucks. Then they feel connected. Hand in hand they go and present themselves to the public.
That goes for circa 2 years. They know their bodies and thoughts, each tiny part of it. The power of sex has revealed first weaknesses. He starts to look for other females, and she feels first signs of getting tired.
In our western society it is an avarage of 4 - 5 years, and one half of all relations are over. Of course there are also a few still loving each other. But a big number of people feeling done with the relation. And not seldom they tell friends, they had made a wrong choice...
Strange enough, many of those folks is falling into a new relation not long after they broke their last engagement.
From my standpoint today as a male, I would wish everyone to meet a femme fatal. This seductive and special kind of female is like a human demon. She is hurting you, and you still follow her. She is making you fly while you are on the move crashing down. She is exhausting and highly egoistic. But you believe you could love her till the end of the world. You are blind seeing, that you are going to wreck yourself in all regards.
The other side can only be seen after you survived a femme fatal with bruises and lots of pain. Then there is a chance of seeing her a blessing. Never in your life again you will engage with other than first hand choice. No rotten compromises. No second choice. No being together with someone only for not wanting to be alone. No engagement out of fear. You discover the beauty of being alone, of being by yourself.
And you can let go of time. There is no compulsion. You will meet a couple women afterwards, and you feel comfortable to say no. The painful spell of meeting a sensual female is somehow broken. You can really chose.
When I see my femme fatal today - it was 6 years ago - I still have my knees shaking, and my breath becomes more heavy. She hugs me as usual, and I smell her undescribable scent, and I remember her exciting body. At the same time I see her magic appearance fading away giving my feet ground. I break away the hug and see her as the one having many difficulties to really love. She always needed more than one lover, and she needed secrecy. I still love her today, but my pain has gone. She is the toughest encountering I had in my life.
It took years in my case. In the meantime I started to write and finally wrote a philosophical book. One important reason was she. She forced me to look deeper and to survive the pain. A strange woman!
If you are really interested, do a google research on femme fatal. There were a couple man getting great minds by encountering a femme fatal...
Finally I would be interested, if there is also a male counterpart on femme fatal...
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Feather Winger, you make me smile, it is so nice reading in your words - experience...
Se, how we can smile now on a post of serious matter? Isn`t that amazing?
I hope you hate not the passionate man...
It is really hard being cought by passion - once I had also 7 different women in petto, and I rememeber what funny ways I invented to make single appointments. That was really crazy. Actually It was after my femme fatal, and I felt so empty and overcame my bad conscience with another appointment.
I don`t know, what happened, but suddenly I lost any interest.
In my neighborhood there lives a dangerous blond poison, which is really outspoken - and, btw, spiritual. I feel strongly she loves me in a special way. She often comes over for a talk telling me her latest experiences with horny guys, which is very funny. And you know what, I have not the tiniest interest in touching her. I can`t even stand her breath sometimes - she likes to eat lots of garlic...