Not enough of a good thing
Recently, I had a very close encounter with a guy who paid me a lot of nice attention. This was simply a friendly flirtation, and meant noting. I know that. However, I had - and kind of still have - a hard time not wondering about it. It has been a VERY long time since a man has held me close like that, has whispered in my ear like that, and has complimented me like that.
This guy told me I was good looking in a bunch of different ways. I can't remember them specifically, but I remember that he said nice things to say about how I looked. To me, this seemed to be a long shot, since I was dressed in sloppy, shapeless sweats. But still, it felt good to hear someone say nice things about me. That doesn't happen to me... like, ever. Or, at least when someone does compliment me, it don't seem as heart-felt as when he did it.
What really got me though, was how he held me, and how good that felt. How great his body felt against mine. It has been many years since another person had wanted to share such intimate space with me. I really enjoyed it at the time. Now that the moment is gone, I am really going to miss that.
Why can't I have that - the companionship, the touch, the attraction - all the time? Why do I have to be alone, in bed, right now? I'm so sick of being single that I just don't think about it anymore. Because, if I did, I would get so depressed that I would just shrivel up and blow away. Yes, that's a paraphrase from Children of a lesser God... I totally meant to use it. Sometimes movies say things in that *just right* way.
Something tells me that this is a memory I am going to have to take good care of for a long time. It's not like there are guys beating down my door, to spend time with me.
So, thank you for the affection, and the attention, and the personal time. However, it was like opening a bag of potato chips: It's difficult to eat just one.
This guy told me I was good looking in a bunch of different ways. I can't remember them specifically, but I remember that he said nice things to say about how I looked. To me, this seemed to be a long shot, since I was dressed in sloppy, shapeless sweats. But still, it felt good to hear someone say nice things about me. That doesn't happen to me... like, ever. Or, at least when someone does compliment me, it don't seem as heart-felt as when he did it.
What really got me though, was how he held me, and how good that felt. How great his body felt against mine. It has been many years since another person had wanted to share such intimate space with me. I really enjoyed it at the time. Now that the moment is gone, I am really going to miss that.
Why can't I have that - the companionship, the touch, the attraction - all the time? Why do I have to be alone, in bed, right now? I'm so sick of being single that I just don't think about it anymore. Because, if I did, I would get so depressed that I would just shrivel up and blow away. Yes, that's a paraphrase from Children of a lesser God... I totally meant to use it. Sometimes movies say things in that *just right* way.
Something tells me that this is a memory I am going to have to take good care of for a long time. It's not like there are guys beating down my door, to spend time with me.
So, thank you for the affection, and the attention, and the personal time. However, it was like opening a bag of potato chips: It's difficult to eat just one.