The Day I Found “Love”..
Location: Amsterdam, Netherlands
Love with a Hooker:
Us and them were confused about the term “Love”. My first remembrance of the word was back in the pre-school, when my teacher asked me if I loved Donald Duck or Mickey mouse more. I wanted Donald Duck, therefore I told her that I loved Donald Duck. At the moment “Love” was a word that I associated with possessing, and used it whenever I wanted something.
As I grew up the term “Love” grew with me. I started having crushes on girls at junior high. I thought that must be the real “Love” I was looking for. However, as I learned more about sexuality and the way hormones function, I found that the “Love” I discovered wasn’t more than a physiological urge.
I met this girl in high school. She was a beauty queen, and I had a wonderful time with her. It might sound lame, but all I wanted from her was to talk! I felt that I finally found “Love”. A couple years later, I started loosing interest on her. I realized that I was just curious about her life and love couldn’t be something come out of a curiosity.
I went on with my life, and the search for love kept going. I met tons of girls, and every-time I evaluate the term “Love” in that relationship it fits under one of the last categories. It’s either out of curiosity, need or possession. I totally gave up in love after that. I started to believe that “Love” was a made up word with no true feelings associated with it.
Until I went to Amsterdam, where I finally found “Love”. It was a Hooker who showed me what real “Love” means. As she explained to me her situation and how she was taking care of her three starving children and her old mom by selling her body. The amount of sacrifice she was giving couldn’t be easily done without caring and LOVING her family that much. I left Amsterdam knowing that to “Love” someone is to be able to sacrifice to those who you really care about!
But this hooker doesn’t love her self..
how can you give what you don’t have
Comment on July 31, 2008 @ 5:42 am
Game Over,
Good point..
Sure I don’t agree with what is she doing for living, but I can’t judge her decision since I’m not her, and I can’t deny that she loves her children so much that she would do whatever it takes for their survival.
What is your definition of love?
Comment on July 31, 2008 @ 6:29 am
I cannot define love in words for you..
it’s a concept, more like happines or satisfaction
these concepts cannot be written down in words..sometimes its hard to even describe them
can you describe how it feels when you feast after a long day of fasting..ot when you experience an orgasm
somethings cannot be defined ..you just experience them not knowing how to write them
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but before loving someone else, one has to learn how to love him/her self
and i don’t mean in a selfish way
there is a BIG difference between loving yourself and becoming a selfish narcissist
Comment on July 31, 2008 @ 7:07 am
Game Over,
Indeed.. But if you were to associate this conceptional things with something more tangible.. As you mentioned happiness is hard to describe, but when you meet a relaxed and smiling person, you will know s/he is happy. I get your point about loving yourself before loving others, but I don’t see how this associate with the hooker. Are you assuming that she doesn’t love herself just because she is selling her body?
Comment on July 31, 2008 @ 7:35 am
would you sell your body if you loved yourself?
I wouldn’t
even if i had to!
there are like 10.000 ways I can get money for my children/mom/family ..one door closed, another one is opened
to love yourself is to cherish the great life you’ve given
love yourself is to respect your spirit and not tolerate disrespect from others..to enjoy your own company ..to treat yourself well and take care of your needs
I don’t think the hooker loved her children or her mom, it could be her sense of responsibilty that had driven her to take such action, not necessarily love..
I’ve met people in love before, i know what it feels like to be in love or to love but i still can’t describe it..its way beyond butterflies in your stomach and blushy cheeks. It’s something that you nourish with energy …I love my family i love god i love my friends i love this country i love that food …And i still can’t find the right words to define it
Comment on July 31, 2008 @ 7:58 am
Why every hooker have the same story of taking care of her old parents or 4 babies ..etc :P
Comment on July 31, 2008 @ 11:14 am
Game Over, People look at things differently.. She think sex is a normal activity and not a sacred thing, and selling her body is totally moral and justified!
Maybe the hooker story wasn’t the best example.. I’ve heard another story of a man selling his body parts, so he can offered buying his kids some food.. Now tell me that isn’t “Love” that gave that guy the courage to do what he did.
If you don’t know what love is, then how would you be able to recognize it? Many describe any new, strange and good feeling as Love!
Musaed, Shaklah they learn it in “How to be a Hooker 101″ class =)
Comment on August 1, 2008 @ 7:47 pm
I learned how to love through my parents, my husband and son
Comment on August 5, 2008 @ 1:54 pm
love u say !
dunno how to define nor explain it !
can’t say much about it ,, didn’t experience the real one yet !
many times i thought i found it .. but then i recognize it was only a crush , or am only attracted to a person’s mind !
after that ,, i said ( love ) is only in our minds .. we created love from the beginin .. it’s only written in novels poems and shown in movies !
it’s an illusion .. it’s only a thought !
but now …
i guess love is when u feel the peace of mind and soul .. love is when give, and don’t expect to take ,, love is when u sacrifice ur all for the person u love .. when sacrificin with a smile on ur face ,, i guess love is when u feel needed by a special person ,, when u r respected from that special person ,,
i dunno wat am talkin about !
i didn’t experience love yet, but one day i will !
about that hooker ,, am sure she does love her family ,, maybe she’s goin thru the difficult path to feed her children .. but ,, however ,, it is love !
there are many levels and kins for love ..
god
religious beliefs
parents
family
a special person
friends
…ect
i think these are the main types of the things we love ,, and each type has many many levels …
,,, i real (11 minutes) by Paulo ,, actually it’s about a hooker ,, she does like herself ,, she knew she can get another job ,, but she got to know herself by being a hooker ,, maybe this doesn’t make any sense !
but each person has his own believes character,, and these two will decide the way s/he takes in his/ her life …
Moi ^_^
Comment on September 18, 2008 @ 12:09 am
OMG !
gabil shwy i wrote a REPORT here and whe i submited it ,, there was some kinda error ,, and the report Vanished !
;.(
Comment on September 18, 2008 @ 12:15 am
Moi, TRUE.. I think love is just one of this life mysteries that keep our lives interesting.. As I mentioned in the post, I experienced so many thing that I thought was love, but none of them matched the love as it’s been described in novels..
Anyways.. I started convincing myself that love is for girls and gay guys! At least I could stop worrying about finding one!
Comment on September 21, 2008 @ 7:12 am