May 22, 2005 08:46
So I'm a single guy who lives with a cat, can cook half-decently, keeps a clean house (though that's self-defense) and listens to jazz more than the hip-hop and rap my friends prefer. I don't date much at all. Yeah, I can kind of see why some people might think I'm batting on the other side of the plate. They just don't know I wait until I find something special.
So I met this woman about a week ago. I don't know much about her other than I hear things in her I know are inside me. She's like a wounded jungle cat, all growl and snarl and swipe when I know what she needs is healing. I got that a long time ago, and I don't think most people even see my scars. She doesn't let anyone close enough to help her. I know I can do it, so I keep trying.
I've sent three gifts to her, nothing big just stuff to show someone cares, maybe make her smile, but I haven't heard anything back from her yet. I don't even know if she got the gifts. She's the sort of person who might get a lot of things from admirers. I guess a lot of guys would give up on her by now and that's probably what she wants me to do.
But I won't. I can't. It'd be like giving up on myself.
I just want to hear her voice again.