The light surface of fingers across the skin of my back. I purr with approval. My mind is closing in for a sweet slumber but I crave the moment of someone lathering me with touches and warmth. I deserve a reward. A deep sigh while I sink my cheeks into the plush of the pillows. This tired state is most pleasant. The victories I have conquered have made my mind at satisfaction. Soon after, I can cross over to dance with my dreams.
I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..
..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.
I want to sit there as beautiful as can be. Be the audience of an orchestra. For once, let the eyes be useless—close them. For a moment, the loud city can stop being so distracting. To create stories, paint with harmony is the essence of beauty I desire to capture in the moment of wordless. Full of magic, full of what I crave for. I possibly might see an elegant ballet dancer, the life line of my pains, or the sunlight to my comfort. A tear for its grace. It’s all delicate. All in my head, all mine. It’s a moment I want to grasp. Take me away, dear orchestra.
so besides showing my face everywhere possible, i’ve been feeling a little witty. Smarter than my years behind me and as of this month, i have been in NY for one year. I’m gaining a lot more of street smart with the collection that I already own. It’s niceee. Viewing so many hurtful, hilarious and…