I remember back in the early 90's I met a woman in a bar. I did not belong there if you know what I mean. She said hardly a word inside. If she did it would have been difficult to hear her over the music that was playing so loudly. She invited me to dance. We danced one dance then went outside to her car. She was aggressive and threw me inside. I never felt so glad to be a man/young man in my life. The woman did'nt even say goodbye or anything. I felt so used.
I met another woman sometime ago in a movie theater. She too was aggressive and had a purpose. She achieved her purpose and all was well in the neighborhood.

the telling spots

There was one day when she was wearing a black and white shirt. She came over near me and unbuttoned the top button as she began to speak. I saw her mind wandering as she moved her sexy little lips talking about things we discussed earlier in the week. I wanted to be inside her mind. I wanted to live the experience she was sweating over at that moment. She is good i'll give her that. She hides well, but everyone has their tells and she was screaming fucking sexy! LLc 98.2

free they see

Like what am I supposed to do? The woman avoids me and feels as if this whole thing is wrong. OK, it is somewhat, but sometimes the unexpected thing happens. To avoid the feelings; to allow them to slip away into the wandering mental abyss, is to allow the negative vibe to make decisions based on possible negative consequences.
NEGATIVE CONSEQUENCES! shit.... anything new, any change, any time anyone altar's their daily imaginative spectrum filled with more shadows than color; anytime one follows what one feels inside, the slug will hurt and it will take the fucking wind right away from every minuscule sack one has in one's lungs. The bruises will show and everyone will know and criticise the new show they get to see for free. LLc 98.2

everything with feelings

She does know the implications she thinks. The problem is, she has been boxed in for so long that she has forgotten how desirable she is; at least from where I stand she is desirable. Wholly shit she is desirable!
I know what she does. I know how she feels really. She feels all tensed up like a guitar string freshly strung. She has actually given thought to making the unreal real in this mess in her mind. She avoids the issue until she sleeps, walks, and talks each and every day.
If she is anything like me she feels everything: every word, every motion, every desire and every devotion man can have. She has been through a lot I have no doubt. Now she believes everything is supposed to be one big dramatic event. It is not. I wish the time would come when she would allow me just one whisper and soft kiss. I wish I had the guts to just take her and plant one right on her. Appropriate shrmropropriate, this is serious stuff here. LLc 98.2

manufactured slim

She was far from average. In her mind she was ravishing at times. In her mind she was a dynamic lover and responder. Too bad for her, I think she really is like the visions she see's. She says she is a nerd, a prude; lacking in this and that. This is all bullshit as far as I am concerned. To me, from the first day I saw her, she was beautiful. My god, she walked with a little bounce. She was manufactured slim; a grape eater. Her hair a bit untidy, she looked like a green gem in a sea of grey. I could tell right away she was one of those women who thought little of herself. I could tell after a week that she was indeed a strong person playing the needy role; tired of all the single hastles and insecurity issues. But she has made the wrong choice. It is over for her she thinks. LLc 98.2