I have been officially called out and I got butt hurt.
To my friends; irritably I am an open book.
Any semi-attractive male I find they will hear about it.
Most of them deal, laugh, pat me on the back and push forward. Some tug me back shake their finger and slap my wrist.
Facebook to me isn't private. It never has been, its been my source of peacocking since day one. Look at how cool I am not! I know this, I never tried to be anyone else but apparently flaunting my blatant attraction to the opposite sex is causing some stir around the man folk.
E-gads. Has it gotten so out of hand that my male friends are pulling red flags on me?
In other news I've managed to be able to go to the gym more than once this week!
Today David and I hit the gym to a hardcore belly dance class and it definitely cleaned us out. We head over to a food court so I could get my noodle grub on and realized I didn't have my wallet.
That's another story for another day-- the Day before I head out to burien for a 2 hour nature walk as well as a BBQ. Spending the day with the coleman family always makes me feel better, My grandma was nice enough to drive me home and the day before that I worked out for about an hour.
Working out has been my segway into being able to concentrated a tad bit better. I feel way more balanced but my eating has to get back on track.
Problem remains the same; I hardly eat. Today along i've only eaten ..some cookies, noodles and I've had a cup of coffee.
Oh and a ton of lime water.
I'm working on it!
I wish i had less sterile news but so far so good. I have had an enormous amount of support from my roommates, my former coworkers and friends.
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and now for a poem a retaliation of sorts.
Not nearly as I am shy;
I’ve come to recognize that people that I find myself attracted to I avoid like the plague; serious as the plague. Harmonious as a off kilter balancing act .
I have to walk across the tight rope 80 feet above friends and come out on top.
Top; its tempting indeed but without the words of wisdom from the women in my family how could I?
Nay Sir: I am a lady.
I’ve come from women, generation after generation of women telling me to heed because of the lips we were given.
Moon faces trusted warm and welcoming.
Eyes the curve from its distance and legs long and lean for leaping.
I come from women with hard working hands and fast working lovers.
Your mind typically reels from South America. Forgetting its rich past, colorful pastels and fervent rolling of the tongue.
I come from hand claps and sashays Sir. I come from hips swaying hungrily. Sir.
I come from Latinas that dipped their heads and arched their backs and watched those crazy crazy men coax them into believing that there was white satin sheets in that bed.
History has been written many times and as convincing as your eyes are;
I wont get lost in them. Tiny oceans that lure me in like an incubus.
Take my hand; your voice aches and I know better.
Know from the hand clapping that for years i’ve been warned and even still I’m tempted.
To jump from this ledge to let feet rise up to meet shoulders and nails to scratch backs while hands grip hair.
No sir. You will not be a Story told through tears but of sneers.
Side smiles and hair tossing will be involved and i’ll leave with a slightly moistened seat knowing that it ended well.
Its better this way, because my darling.
My dearest; beautiful as you are.
Tempting as those lips may be.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
Even though late at night I guess I could be..
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