Seven Days

If you ask for my number I am under the impression that you are interested in talking to me, so I give it up. We may talk for few days, even meet up and go on a few dates, but I have an expiration date on your number being in my phone. I give you seven days from the last day of contact and then you get the boot. Why should you take up space in my phone when you have easily dismissed me? Seven whole days is a long time for you to get your mind together or for you go sow your oats (messing with every other brotha that happens to be in your phone). Why should I be left to wait when you made the decision to not tell me where things were going or how you were no longer interested? Its cool though, just don't get caught in your feelings when you come a ringing some time later and I treat you like a stranger.

'Seven whole days....I can't take it...I'd rather be on my own.' Toni Braxton

All roads lead to this place 06042009

If you take a look at the entirety of my blog, you would see that the subject of intimate relationships come up ever so often. I believe its at least once a month. So here is my take on it for June, lol. I want to date and develop feelings for someone, but that process gets boring and misleading. People want to call all the time, say they feel you before they know you, etc. The inverse is you feel someone, call them all the time and say that you feel them before you really know. The whole situation is taxing on an individual, especially when undertaking the task once/twice a month.

From what I have shared with some people, I think that I would be in a better position to just be someone's friend and proceed into an intimate arena. Being friends, I am privy to a bit more information than if I'm getting to know someone. Namely it is the amount of bullshit that I have to filter, that is what I care about. Knowing a person well enough would grant me access to observe and analyze their behaviors to see just how much of their word they tend to keep.

Arg, dating is so hectic...

At the crossroads 03302009

It seems that I can go months on end without any deep personal connections. I live the single life in the truest sense of the word, solely. Then there come one, who I think could be the one. I engage them and they engage me, we exchange ideas, thoughts, feelings, but are sure not to sour the experience by sharing flesh. There is always apprehension for either one of us to admit the feelings, but it is assuaged when we realize that they are reciprocated. Then it falls of somehow, not always intentionally or directly, but the situation reaches the precipice where its do or die. This gives way for someone else to enter and form a bond, sometimes seemingly more sturdy than the initial. The scene replays with the exchanges and it feels good until reality hits and I realize that the script has been adapted for a different medium, but the cast has changed. With prior obligations/ties to the former, I am stuck at the crossroads.