I Second that Emotion,

Well, the first time I heard Smokey Robinson sing this gem, I had my hackles up and was ready to hail him as the most sensitive man on earth. He was out-Saxing Sax. What a great line to use on the babes: A taste of honey is worse than none at all. Sorry woman, I would have sex with you, but I feel so emotionally attached that the potential for only one romp without true love is not worth the pain. What does that concept mean and how applicable is it to our world today? The fact is that tasting honey is a perilous adventure that should not be taken lightly. Not that I have any problems getting my own hive and have been named the honey comber. But even a master as myself gets bitten on occasion and the feeling is not that good.

People can be like bees and how they sting is telling of them as a person. Some want to go all out and drive that stinger so deep into your epidermis that you have to dig it out with a Swiss army knife. This stinger has been dipped in some Amazonian poison and they relish as you squirm in pain before them as they do the Dick Clark Death Countdown.(Sax advice to men: This is usually the psycho who is hot[you know she is crazy] you have done that cost benefit analysis where the sex is worth the pain[no, really, you know she is crazy]there may be the potential for some kinky, but not too painful freaky action[seriously, no bullshit, you know she is crazy], and there is the potential that you would lose all those who truly love you as a friend.[too late, you're screwed]. The hell this parasite will put you through coupled with the life she will leech out of you is definitely not worth the few pats on the back from de' guys for the great score. Within a week, these same buds who were singing your praises will be lamenting your demise.) These are the ones who, like the kamikaze bees they model themselves after, don't care about or consider the consequences of their actions as they rip their intestinal tract out while making mincemeat of what once was a decent person. As we have talked about before, when your gut tells you to run away, there is a pretty valid reason because those voices want self preservation and that which is only good for you. These people are selfish, use others, play games, and have an ego that makes trampling on others just they way they exist.

Then you have the ones who buzz around like an annoying pest, but have the potential, if made angry, to exert the same effort at making your life miserable as those discussed earlier. You know if you swipe at her and if there is a miss, she will heap the pox onto you that would regulate what Charlton Heston did to Yul Brynner in the Ten Commandments to child's play. The worst of these is what we have labeled as the repeaters. These are the folks that have the uncanny ability to bore you with the exact same story, tell it to you like as if this is being imparted pointless yarn is being imparted for the very first time, and then expect that same fake, idiotic smile on your face that is supposed to approve that which was not funny in the first time it singed your ears. Curses on you if you gently mention that this is the third time this information has been provided, because then you get accused of not wanting to know what is going on in their lives and being selfish.

Finally, you have the deadliest and most conniving of the group. These are the bees that look so sweet, innocent, and create the illusion of being available to the touch. They are the ones that entice you into their lair with sweet rewards, only to stick in your heart like some cheap West Indies molasses (Sorry still on that pirate sax kick). For some unknown reason, usually regulated to deep within your own psyche, they grab you and you can' let go. The problem with this genus is that you do develop an affinity and when it doesn't work out, it does hurt. They are not like the other, more vicious type in that they do not necessarily mean to rip out your heart. But sometimes we place ourselves in the position of wishing for what was not meant to be and then dealing with the consequences.

As a pup, you start chasing other tails, because you are tired of circling after your own. There is this ability because of youth, this feeling of being indestructible, and a lack of basic common sense, to take relationships on a very shallow and superficial level and pass through people's lives without thinking of the consequences of your actions. But when you get older, there is the realization that time is fleeting and moments spent in the company of one you love are to be relished. Once you gain the ability to respect that other person as an individual, give them the space they need to grow, not take on their problems as your own, and get to know them for what is in their soul and not just their cloak, the potential for the two of you are endless.

So, when you do meet that special person and there is something inside of you that is saying "wow dude-she is pretty cool and the psycho-meter is registering low", it is well worth to stop and gauge where you want this to go. Sometimes. like Smokey said, there actually may be an emotional element where having a physical relationship with this person will only stir up painful memories if this fall apart.

Remember, the adage that it is better to have love and lost, than not to have loved at all, does not necessarily translate to sex. By loving, we realize that we are alive, but just getting laid means the body parts still work,

So Sez Sax...