= Yes I was looking, guilty as charged. As David Alan Grier said on In Living Color in the prison skit, daammnn you got some suck-u-lint breassesess...Shopping for furnishings at the shop and both you thick brown gals were looking good. The second one had her blouse unbuttoned waaay down south behind her work apron so the goods were on display so of course glanced.
I understand you adjusted a bit when you possibly caught me but didn't make a big deal 'cause you knew how fetching you looked when you stepped out of the house and how your fruits looked fresh & sweet. No shame in your game and neither in mine. I'm gonna a need another excuse to come by the linen store and gawk at y'all.
How you didn't crack for the number?
No excuses, I probably should have but I was in a hurry. I was just trying to get my stuff & be out but the chickadees with the sweet roundness caught me out there for sec.
Lyf just read your post up there from way back. I agree on your view of who makes the first move. I'm old fashioned that way too unfortunately. But in your case............that security guard dude definitely showed action that he likes you. It wouldnt make you " the man" if you just made some coy polite first move that don't bother you like : "hey, I'm going to get some coffee later, want to join me?" something nebulous and open like that. If he shows up, that's good. If he wasnt sure about you or super super dangerously shy, then he won't. Either way, you didnt do something that made YOU uncomfortable, you just politely asked him to coffee.
I have not been flirted with or chit chatted with in about four years. I did see some HOT HOT brothas in the court building this past week. I am chickenshit about guys and I seriously never learned how to flirt. All I feel comfortable doing is looking at a guy or smiling. That didn't work with either of these guys but they were nice to look at. That was cheerful in and of itself. And daaaaaamn I saw some hot policemen.
Lyfenlyn: you said recckastow. Hee hee. :)
XDDM9: Mack like there's not tomorrow. Good luck.
Gracias Rosenda; as Apollo Creed said in Rocky III, There is NO tomorrow!
And ladies, yes throw it out there some. If we got any heart we will step forward & holla we just get intimidated sometimes by y'all cuties.
I remember driving back down the highway in January, before I ever met you. I remember telling myself I was going to make this year different. I was going to get out there and live more, risk more, have some more real experiences. Socialize more. Mission accomplished.
On 5/1/13 it feels like a two month typhoon of human emotions is only now starting to abate. I've experienced excitement, enthusiasm, yearning, elation, pain, embarrassment, sadness, and a multitude of tears that are still flowing. I can see the growth and progress even through the pain, but it hurts so bad right now. You sure made me forget about December's lady, but I'll never forget about you and those long legs. It felt so good and I was so hopeful, too hopeful. You've made me a better man. I hope someone is making you feel as beautiful as you are, bringing you flowers, and giving you butterflies.
I really enjoyed the Saturday I spent in the park with you. Dinner was great too ended with watching Peep Show and listening to Living Colour (on vinyl!!). In spite of your family problems, we had an amazing time. I feel a deep, strong connection with you unlike anything I have ever experienced. However, I have to be careful to not mistake this connection for love. I have had mistakes in the past and I don't want to lose you as a friend. We both are not in the frame of mind for a relationship. Your finances are a wreck, you're unemployed and dealing with depression. I mean, you haven't given me any indication that you are attracted to me although we do stare into each other's eyes from time to time...ugh, that sounds like that came from a cheesy romance novel. I don't even know if we are even sexually compatible.
The point is, I'm probably making this connection to be more than what it is. I am trying to break the pattern of mistaking love for something and being interested in someone that is unavailable whether is physically, emotionally or otherwise. This time, my my logic and brain will win over my heart.