Truisms abound. They are meant to be insightful but are often plain common sense, more obvious than astute.
Such a truism came to mind with an unexpected experience I had a few years ago. When I think back to what transpired this truism replays itself in my mind: Life is full of surprises.
About fifteen years ago my then dating partner introduced me to a small circle of friends. Of the four new acquaintances, one was named Bonnie. I found her interesting in an intellectual way, and even though she looked very attractive and fit for someone in their mid-sixties, I did not see her in a sexual way. She certainly was appealing enough to elicit a sexual response, but there was no chemistry. We did, however, bond on a rational level.
That first meeting was brief. It lasted around thirty minutes before having to leave for a different commitment. During the car ride over to the new destination I thought about the people I just met. Bonnie, by far, was the most interesting. I could see having a deep conversation with her. I found that stimulating.
Bonnie was not tall, more medium height, her face angular with chiseled cheekbones and jawline. Those characteristics conveyed the illusion of being statuesque. I said she looked in shape but not in a toned or muscular way. Even with her clothes on one could see she had little body fat. I am sure that was the result of years adhering to a vegan diet.
The one trait that was captivating was her hair. It was thick, shoulder-length, and a luminous silver color highlighted by a few streaks of black. It framed and emphasized her facial features well.
A couple of weeks later we met for the second time. My partner wanted to ask for a favor, so we drove to Bonnie’s house. My companion lived in the next state over from mine. Our normal routine was for me to visit on weekends; however, on this particular weekend my partner’s son, who was in the military, was being deployed overseas. My partner wanted to see her son off. By doing so, she would not be available to see me until late Saturday night. I suggested I could come over once she got home, or we could postpone it until next weekend. My partner had a better idea. She asked if I would mind spending some time with Bonnie if she agreed. She did approve.
It was late Friday evening when I arrived at her house. We decided to sit and talk rather than attempt to go anywhere. It was an opportunity to get to know one another better. It was worth the effort. Bonnie and I clicked. We discussed many topics of interest and soon discovered how fast the time had slipped by. I drove back to my partner’s house feeling good about the encounter.
Saturday night’s activity was planned in advance. Bonnie had tickets to a play at the local community playhouse. It was The Vagina Monologues.
The play was both serious and funny, and I enjoyed it. Afterwards, I got to meet a couple of Bonnie’s friends. We hung around and chatted for a while before I escorted Bonnie home. Then I drove to my partner’s house and waited for her to return from her trip. When she did arrive, I told her about the evening.
I was still of the mind where Bonnie interested me, but not in a sexual way. I could see us becoming friends but nothing more.
Before the third meeting with Bonnie my relationship changed with my partner – it ended. I understood her reasons but felt heartbroken. Many of the new friends I came to know felt sorry for me. They blamed my ex-partner for the way she broke up with me. My response to them was that I was okay, and my ex-partner should not be judged too harshly. I failed to change their minds.
The breakup happened during the winter months. By the time summer rolled around I was feeling better. I was looking forward to attending a weekend seminar by an organization that emphasizes love and intimacy. The talks and exercises are not about having sex. Instead, the love and intimacy is directed at yourself.
Once I committed to attending the seminar, a list of attendees arrived by email. I scanned it to see if there would be anyone there that I knew. And there it was, Bonnie.
I am usually nervous before going to one of these seminars, but I felt a little calmer knowing there was somebody there I could talk to.
The organization was an offshoot of a hippie-style philosophy and liberality. It was all love, peace, harmony, and intimacy. Nudity was allowed but not mandatory. The one overriding principle is that everyone has a choice. You have the power to say no. You can choose not to participate in any activity if you feel uncomfortable. This is especially true about the one choice you are given at the end of the Friday seminar. You are asked if you wish to remove some or all of your clothes. From that point forward the rest of the seminar would remain clothing optional. The choice was yours whether to comply.
Most attendees remove their clothes, while a good number remain partially clothed. Some, mostly women, will wrap themselves with a large towel. Others have purchased a sarong for the same purpose. They remain covered while being naked underneath.
At some point I saw Bonnie. She was one of the women who wore a sarong. I found myself wondering what she looked like naked. Again, it was not from the point of sexual interest but simple curiosity. I quickly put the thought out of my mind.
There were approximately three hundred people joining the seminar. The large number made it difficult to strike up a conversation. There was too much distraction with all the arrivals greeting one another.
On Saturday things settled down. This gave me the opportunity to approach Bonnie. We managed to have a brief talk mostly exchanging pleasantries, but we kept being interrupted by other acquaintances, so we agreed to talk more later.
I finally got some alone time with Bonnie late Saturday afternoon. It came about when the moderator announced the next exercise. We were asked to split up in pairs, one male and one female, and think up our own exercise centered on building intimacy. We were also instructed that the exercise would last for twenty minutes. I had no idea who to choose as a partner. The problem was solved when Bonnie approached me and asked if I wanted to work with her. I quickly answered in the affirmative.
Doing an exercise is much easier than trying to invent one. Luckily Bonnie, who attended these seminars more than once, had the solution. She suggested that we construct a small tent using some of the materials available in the room. Inside would be two chairs placed side-by-side for us to sit. It sounded like a good idea, so we started to scrounge for what we needed.
The tent construction began. Stacks of chairs were used as perimeter posts. We draped large towels and sheets over the improvised posts to build the outside walls and ceiling. When completed we had a small, secluded room we could use for the exercise. It was private; no one could see in, and we could not see out. But Bonnie was not finished. There was one more item she wanted to add.
Bonnie stepped outside the tent for a few seconds and then re-entered holding some material. The fabric was thin, light, and semi-transparent. She said we could drape it over our heads to create a more intimate atmosphere. The suggestion was met with my approval.
Bonnie was right about the mood inside the tent. With our chairs positioned side-by-side our arms were in constant contact. The warmth from our bodies fueled a deeper connection. Also, the material hanging over us made us feel like we were the only two people in the universe – we existed only for each other.
The idea of what to do next reached our minds simultaneously. Being touched is something missing from many people’s lives. One successful way to create intimacy was through touch, not in a sexual way, but tenderly. That is where we began, with a soft, soothing touch.
Bonnie and I gave each other consent to engage in our tactile exchange. We also discussed boundaries for something as intimate as touching or massaging areas of the body. What was allowed and what was off-limits was established. We both granted unlimited boundaries. We were now ready to begin our personal exercise.
We started to touch one another. Light touching has a way of reaching the core of an individual. It certainly did for us. I could feel us growing closer together.
The glide of my fingertips moved up and down Bonnie’s arms before using the same technique on her legs. Bonnie’s breathing deepened, and then there was the notable appearance of gooseflesh on her arms. She reciprocated in a similar fashion. I felt little electric shocks course through my body. I chose to do this exercise without any clothes or covering, so Bonnie had more access to bodily areas. She took advantage of my exposure by floating her hands across my torso and abdomen. The physical stimulation was beginning to have an effect. I fought to keep it under control.