Monday, March 16, 2009
What You Can Expect
Right now, I can laugh about nobody loving me...I'm in the right kind of mood. In fact, let me share with you. I swear, people KILL me! Here is the most recent message that I got from this one personals site guy. Keep in mind, we have just written back and forth a few times. Mostly just short messages showing off how incredibly clever we are. Today, I get this:
You have proved to me, once again, that the brain is the greatest aphrodisiac. It's been quite a while since I've felt challenged, intrigued and stimulated...and that's just in text. I have given my day over to sporadic smiles and hopes for more mail...from you. What will she say next, how will she bend her words to allude but not commit? Surely she must be this dangerous in person. Imagine sitting across with that cuppa coffee.
That being said, as much as I enjoy chatting with you, I find another instinct growing within me. And that is know to more about you in the flesh, and as a lover. That look on your face I thought told me much, as we've shared some witty innuendo and word play. I wonder if she can really take the gloves off and spar with me? Tell me about her needs, what she's always wanted in a partner, does she wish for the adventures I long for as well. Is she the confidante I seek? My agent provocateur, to borrow a phrase?
Curious to see what you'll say next
Jeebus Aitch. I don't even know what to say to this. WTF is it with some guys? I've never met you, I've seen one picture of you, we've traded some wittisisms and now we are talking of being lovahs? Yeah, I don't think so, but thank you for playing. I am dumb, I guess, because I don't get it. I seem to either come across these men who clearly just want to get witchoo...or if I am luckier very nice, but odd types who you want to befriend, but not date.
The more I think about it though, the more I reckon it is something about me. Like, if something weird happens once, it is random...but if the same weird thing keeps happening to YOU, you better check yourself. Like, I am drawing this stuff too me...but why? Or how? Help.
Miss Lonely Hearts