Tyrone. *Sigh*
Ok. Who is Tyrone? Aside from brief mention, I never really spoke of him. I work with him, he is beautiful. I was instantly attracted to him and it was apparent. I can never tell if a man is looking at me in a way that he thinks I am beautiful or if he is looking at my tits... but I think he was attracted too.
So I think... a man that pretty must be a dog. But he seems nice. I went out with Erica and him to Karaoke. We drank. I felt there was some mutual chemistry. I hate to be wrong. Here, I am allowed to keep it real... SO lemmme put it to you like this.
I wanted to kiss his lips. I wanted to feel his ass. I wanted to make out with him for hours on the pool table in the dark smoky bar. I wanted to slide my lips down his neck and feel his pulse against my cheek. I wanted to look into his eyes and totally be in the moment, carnally.
But I was modest. And he showed me how to play pool a bit. And he brought the drinks. And he was a gentleman. And I like him alot. But your girl knows she can be a bit intense, and so I am playing it cool. If anything more than chilling is meant to happen, it will.
If it ain't it won't.
But... you know how us females can be... the crush is a hard thing to contain. When he touched my hand I wanted to look at the lines in his hands. Feel his palms, rub them on my face. What is wrong with me?
But on the real....
He said he wants to take me out to an italian restaurant and drink champange.
Am I being to wary? Or is it to difficult to accept that he likes me maybe just a little bit.
Full details on everyone of his eyelashes and every gesture later.
~Bella
I am prepared to stop thinking and analyzing, and simply start doing.
So I think... a man that pretty must be a dog. But he seems nice. I went out with Erica and him to Karaoke. We drank. I felt there was some mutual chemistry. I hate to be wrong. Here, I am allowed to keep it real... SO lemmme put it to you like this.
I wanted to kiss his lips. I wanted to feel his ass. I wanted to make out with him for hours on the pool table in the dark smoky bar. I wanted to slide my lips down his neck and feel his pulse against my cheek. I wanted to look into his eyes and totally be in the moment, carnally.
But I was modest. And he showed me how to play pool a bit. And he brought the drinks. And he was a gentleman. And I like him alot. But your girl knows she can be a bit intense, and so I am playing it cool. If anything more than chilling is meant to happen, it will.
If it ain't it won't.
But... you know how us females can be... the crush is a hard thing to contain. When he touched my hand I wanted to look at the lines in his hands. Feel his palms, rub them on my face. What is wrong with me?
But on the real....
He said he wants to take me out to an italian restaurant and drink champange.
Am I being to wary? Or is it to difficult to accept that he likes me maybe just a little bit.
Full details on everyone of his eyelashes and every gesture later.
~Bella
I am prepared to stop thinking and analyzing, and simply start doing.