My parents are straight arrows too. At least, I think so. Maybe there is a hidden room in their house somewhere. One thing I did notice growing up is that my father doted on my mother. Every Friday, from my earliest memories he was brought her flowers. He'd often run a bubble bath for her and tell her to relax while he did the dinner dishes. If there was anything my mother wanted, my father couldn't stand it until she had it. That could be a manifestation of vanilla love. But, I've often wondered if that is were my desire to serve and pamper beautiful women came from. My mother adored my father too. She treated him with love and respect. I see that in the type of Goddesses I choose to serve. I don't like to be talked down to.
