Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Please Don't Date Me #30in30

Please don't date me.
Sometimes I wonder if it's written across my face. Even when a man sees me from far away, in the midst of his stare sometimes I wonder if I accidentally let it slip out of my lips.

Please don't approach me.
He looks with admiration, but doesn't budge from his location. Instead he mentally rapes me. Up and down, from head to toe, his eyes study my body as I study him. What does he see? Is it the short dress I chose to wear out in order to impress some single black man in hopes of getting a phone number, a call later on, and maybe some interesting conversation? Could he see a single black woman with signs of desperation written all over her? Maybe he sees a woman that clearly doesn't get out much. As I fidget with my phone, pose for the camera, and take pictures with friends, I can still sense him staring. And I wonder if he can read my mind.

Please don't get too close to me.
My guard is up, but still I'm craving his attention, his touch. The way he licks his lips, the way his eyes roam from my breasts to my thighs. I wonder if he can read my mind. Whether my place or his, it's been too long. I want him in a bed. Thoughts of sex invade my head. I know he's thinking it too, but can he read my mind? In an instant our sexual chemistry could go far, but my guard is up. It'll take some time for him to get to my mind. It would be a challenge if he's down. And I wonder if he's on the same page as me.

Please be interested in him.
It's written all over his face. He wants me to give him the time of day. He's scared, weak, and his heart's been broken. Plus whether in a relationship or in the work place he's tired of hearing he's not good enough and he doesn't know if he can handle it anymore. However, once again his interests have been peaked. And he wonders if we can meet halfway.

Please approach him. I can see it written across his face. He's waiting for me to make the first move. "Hey, how you doing? What's ya name?" Everything about him is saying come his way.

Please hold his hands.
If I can just go toward him, then maybe we can be friends. After that it can become more than. His guard is up, so he'd be a challenge. But with my guard up, maybe we can compete together for each other. But then again, could it all be too much.

Please be my significant other. We've barely met, just happened to cross paths, haven't even spoke yet and too many thoughts have ran across my mind. My guard is up. Yet I'm weak and desperate. And in that same instance I wonder if that's what's holding him back. Did I let it slip out of my lips before we even had a chance to meet? Please don't date me. I have too many insecurities.

1 comment :

  1. You have a unique talent for inventing these creative encounters which explore the heart's inner yearnings. You do very well to explore the doubts and insecurities felt by everyone who hopes to be desired by another and at the same time nakedly and unashamedly divulge what lies at the bottom of a heart that dreams of affection or something much more. You should consider creating an erotic novel. I think it would suit your talents...!