--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Sal Sunshine <salsunsh...@...> wrote: > > On Jan 6, 2009, at 9:28 AM, Arhata Osho wrote: > > So much for conditional love! Typical male can't communicate. > "What are you doing here?": man asks wife at brothel > > > Wed Jan 9, 2008 10:23am ESt > > > > WARSAW (Reuters) - A Polish man got the shock of his life when > > he visited a brothel and spotted his wife among the > > establishment's employees. > > Polish tabloid Super Express said the woman had been making some > > extra money on the side while telling her husband she worked at > > a store in a nearby town. > > "I was dumfounded. I thought I was dreaming," the husband told > > the newspaper on Wednesday. > > The couple, married for 14 years, are now divorcing, the > > newspaper reported. > > (Writing by Chris Borowski, Editing by Matthew Jones) > > It's OK for him to go there, but not for her to work there. > Presumably he hadn't told her what he was up to either. > So they were perfect for each other.
One of the most interesting periods of my life was when I was going regularly to Amsterdam. I was there to teach meditation, and also to work on a book I was writing, but even at that point I found that I was more comfortable on my own time with the street people of Amsterdam than I was with my fellow students who had gone there to teach with me. So while they stayed home and meditated or did whatever they did, I went out to more (to me) interesting places. As it turns out, during that first period there in Amsterdam, I taught a young man to meditate and his father saw that as a kind of favor, in that the young man turned his back on heroin and "got straight" and wound up living a pretty happy life. I take no credit for this, and place any "credit" on this fellow being at the right place at the right time to take advantage of some meditation classes that were being offered for free. He found something better in meditation than he had previously found in a syringe. And that is way cool but I don't think I had that much to do with it. However, his father was inordinately grateful that I had been the person teaching the class that night, and as a result gave me free services forever at his place of business. There was usually a cover charge of 100 Euros to get in the door, so I took him up on his kind offer, several times during those first visits to Amsterdam, and for years afterwards. His place of business was called Yab Yum, and was the most famous and high-class brothel in Amsterdam. Kings and Princes and heads of state go there. The Rolling Stones used to go there to party when they were in town. And I got to go there for free. Given the little you know about me from this group, is there any poasibility that I didn't go? :-) Anyway, during none of those visits to Yab Yum did I "go upstairs." I was in a committed rela- tionship at that time, and damn me...when I commit I commit. But I got to hang out at the bar with my laptop and write, and hang out with the women who worked there. They realized very quickly that I wasn't there to partake of their favors, and after a short period of time kinda treated me like their pet, or their artist in residence. I felt not unlike Henri de Toulouse- Lautrec during that period. :-) It was also a real education. And what got me thinking about it tonight was this mention of finding one's wife in a brothel and being shocked enough to find her there to later divorce her. As someone else pointed out, what was the *guy* doing there? But the fascinating thing about getting to know these women who worked at Yab Yum is that many of them were married or in committed relation- ships. Their husbands and partners knew what they did for a living, and had no problem with it. I have to tell you that, even speaking as an aging Summer Of Love Hippie, this was a new one for me. It just didn't "map" to anything I'd ever seen in the United States. I got to know these women, and occasionally their partners, after we got to be good enough friends to soc- ialize outside of Yab Yum, and as far as I can tell they weren't *faking* this laissez- faire attitude towards sex. It was just some- thing they had assimilated by growing up in the Netherlands. It was normal to them. Compare and contrast to the story from Poland. Not relevant to anything, really...just a memory that popped up when this subject did...
