Maybe Its Just Me

"...when you call my name, the sound of your voice, it lifts me off my feet. if music were love, the thought of you would always make me sing..." La, La, La - Zhane

some people love hip hop, some love rap. i'm partial to r&b,  always have been... the fact that Zhane's album was on heavy rotation in my CAU Pfeiffer Hall freshman dorm room may not have set well with my roommate. i wouldn't know though, 'cause i never bothered to ask...  you live and learn. my apologies to Edward Aikens from St. Louis, where ever you are now... once again, the story is irrelevant, but i like reminiscing... sue me

SET-UP

thru an interesting set of circumstances involving an income tax refund, a furry critter, and an absolutely dramatic and ridiculous hate for aversion to furry critters, i (along with two men and a truck) recently helped an ex move... during one of my many breaks, i went to the fridge, pulled out a wine cooler, popped the top on some leftover chinese food, and put it in the microwave... without thinking... without asking... i later realized what i'd done, which got me to thinking...

there are some things that ALL men do to ALL women...  i'm certain of it... at least i hope so, or i'll spend the next few paragraphs telling on myself and my shortcomings. and eating damn near anything in your fridge is one of them... if we're cool to the point where you've told me to make myself comfortable, feel at home, etc., you probably shouldn't act surprised when your leftover shrimp pasta from Olive Garden magically disappears, along with a cup or 2 of your Simply Orange juice... it's not our fault, you should see our fridge, devoid of much of anything except ketchup, butter, beer, and some old baked beans

MOVING ALONG

"nah, she wasn't flirting. we were just having a conversation..." ...my uncle used to call it playing stupid to save yourself, the ability to deny contributing to, or even recognizing that members of the opposite sex are flirting with us... i know it. i'm not crazy. i just hope that you are, lol...

The Coup De Grâce


"see what had happened was..." ...women have the ability to come very close to the point of orgasm, and stay there forever for a prolonged period of time, or even worse,  come back down.  from what i'm told, sometimes it's intentional, an effort to savor the moment, enjoy the experience. what's it's not is productive (if your goal is to cum too)... for me, and most men, escorting you to the point of orgasm is enough to get me to the same point... the difference is, for men, that is a point of NO return. if i walk to the edge of the cliff, i'm going over, hoping that u've jumped with me and we'll both land in a place of warm rags, a cup of juice, and a nap... the problem, and subsequent apology, comes when u haven't jumped. now, i came, u didn't, and round 2 is no guarantee depending on what kind of day i've had. yes, there are other options, and i'm more than willing to go there with you, but most of us men have "left you hanging" a time or two


it can't just be me... can it?