|Rosemary - 1968|
After meeting my Rosemary in Mexico City in 1967 we would drive to visit my mother who lived in the Mexican port of Veracruz. That trip from the 7300 ft altitude of Mexico City always brought us two surprises as we approached sea level. One was the lovely smell of the damp heat by the time we hit Córdoba, Veracruz and the other was the noticeable increase in noise propagated by the heavier atmosphere.
My mother had no air conditioning so Rosemary lived in the shower. After walking hand in hand on the malecón (Spanish for a boulevard by the sea) we would lie on the bed with no clothes. This was and is an added luxury that the tropics bring to life and to sex.
From my Filipino mother I learned the trick to keep cool in a hot night. This was to wrap your legs on a pillow. This prevented your legs from making contact and there would be no sweating. She said that this pillow was called the mistress.
Today and tonight, June 17, it has been a hot day. My onboard Chevrolet Cruze thermometer informed me that it was 28 Celsius most of the day. Now in bed I knew I had to get up to write this. Why?
I was on the bed, no clothes, with my mistress between my legs. The cats were on the empty space once occupied by Rosemary. The smell of the roses was wafting through the open window. I was instantly transported into those early days of 1967 and 1968 with Rosemary in Veracruz.
So I got myself up from my delicious and luxurious slumber (but a lonely one) and here I am at my computer writing on how one of the sexiest events of my lifetime was being on the bed with Rosemary on a hot night. Vancouver is not Veracruz.
But it will do.