how the right man confuses things |
What the hell am I doing? I met a boy, no not a boy, but a MAN and I swore up and down that I WOULD NOT play these games. You know the one where you sit by the phone and debate a thousand times and then ten more for good measure whether or not to call because you want to make him come to you, but you want to call, but you don't want to call TOO MUCH, but you want to talk to him SO BAD...... And the other one where you can't decide if you want to be demure and make him wait for kisses and all that sexy stuff because that is what you SHOULD do and because you felt bad about the times you went too fast when DAMN he makes your silly head spin and your stupid knees weak and your control want to take a flying leap out of a window. Oh yeah and that one where your normally articulate, intelligent self runs away and you try to catch her but only seem to be able to grab hold of some giggly 16 year old to do the talking. I am USED to being the independent woman... I am a rock, I am an island, ya know? Can't find a man to fit my list fit for a queen (because I am a queen) so I go at it alone and strong and proud UNTIL he stands there with my list and checks off one by one and even scribbles in a few improvements.... -EDUCATED (check) -EMPLOYED (check, scribble, DOCTOR) -HAS A CAR (check, scribble, TWO CARS) -LIKES KIDS (check, scribble, DELIVERS KIDS) -FUNNY (check, scribble, LIKES MONTY PYTHON AND CAN BE SILLY AND LAUGHS AT MY JOKES TOO) -GOOD KISSER (check, scribble, SMOOTCH) See what I mean? What is a chick to do? He takes away my rock and floats a boat to my island. Am I supposed to get in? What if it sinks? What the hell am I doing? |