Me I’m a loner but from time to time I will venture into the outer world. Call them social experiments, where I typically get into some shit. Post-fuckery, I retreat to my lair to sort it all out.
This latest episode of the show was of the romantic variety. Type dramatic. I’d say it would fit quite nicely on or near the soap opera channel. I learned about all his children, pointed him in the general direction of the hospital, was his guiding light, and we both got really bold and beautiful. Yes. Passions bubbled and my witchy brew spilled from its cup. Because I saw how things could manifest if we were both in a position to let it. But alas, ‘twas not to be. See we be starcrossed and shit.
My story and I’m sticking to it.
I just had to come here and post this note because it’s funny how a mere 34 days can have such an impact. This dude had pull. Swayed me…put me in danger of going off road. But I feared the falling asleep so much that I gained even more clarity. Although I could clearly see his light, I also saw issues…circumstances. Baggage. And maybe as he said we could have gone 77,000 leagues deep. However I chose to merely dip my finger in. Rub it across my gum.
Yum. Nice work if you can get It.
But he didn’t. Wouldn’t submit. I saw all those walls so I resisted the Fall, and bounced. Smart panthers only pounce on worthy prey. He must be primed so he can pump me properly.
Lol.
I have to say though, it was a lovely practice run. I have a better concept of what I would want in a mate if I were to cure my commitment-phobia and do the relationship thing. Right about now I’m swinging. Comparing and contrasting.
We’ll just have to see what’s next.
Posted by Lisa at January 14, 2009 07:28 PM