I decided that today would be the day that I fully give up on the whole chasing factor, and feel the wrath of being chased. I sent a lovely text message to this guy that I would say is chasing me. It’s been an insecure friendship mostly on his side, but every time we loose contact; the “guy” always seems to contact me. So, it’s a mediocre chase… It’s little thrill that gives a little rush, but nothing to exciting, just enough bark to keep you intrigued, but not enough bite to really lure you in.
I guess I wasn’t impressed with the first encounter; okay that was entirely a lie, because when I first saw him… I was picking up my jaw and mopping the drool up with my sock while, unconsciously staring at the perfect being in front of me. But little did I know, that I wasn’t the only one noticing that I was trying to keep my appearance of being a raged caged monkey, as a normal occurrence for me. He was on my mind like it was a Polaroid that I took multiple times and contracted it into a little flipbook; my personal movie. Oh was it one glorious one too
Months went by and I was plotting how I could have at least one word with this guy. I almost thought of the impossible; but then that nifty light bulb went off in my head then it was like “ting”. I thought the sound effect would have been better and a little more amusing, but I had an epiphany in laymen terms. I was going to use him as a “model” he had the potential, and I was going somehow ask him. I know that I had cut all ties to my main lifeline to him; that lifeline was my “ex boyfriend”, who wasn’t something to write home about – NEXT!
I really haven’t given this “guy” a name quite yet, and let me tell you I really wouldn’t know what to call him, but Harry is the only thing that comes to mind. Maybe its because I have Harry Potter books right beside me. So, I guess it has been decided the “guys” name is Harry!
Harry was my typical “dream guy”, until he spoke. Now I will explain the reason for the jaw dropping reaction. He’s I would say 5’11 medium built and mc steamy from head to toe. Oh! I mean lovely tattoos; those evil buggers can make me go weak at the knees in a spilt second if placed right, but they were placed more then right. Huston! They were all over the place! Then when tracing his lovely build, I encountered these piercing hazel eyes, that had a glint of innocence. I know complete contradiction, but come on just trust me here. Then, THEN he had brown hair with a faux hawk, and gauged ears. He was my melted butter to my freshly baked bun! Just delicious…
I requested contact with my “lifeline” through Facebook and no such luck. So, I decided to swallow my pride and ask him if I could use one of his friends as a model, and with a long awaited answer. It was like god send his number is a beautiful text, but I wasn’t going to be the one to make first contact. Now I am sounding like were in an alien movie, but I promise you were not, just a day in the life of me.
I sent my “lifeline” another nifty text message and told him that I would love for him to text me. With a short and sweet reply… My number was sent. So, I was working at a crappy call centre and intrigued by another guy, but was so sure I wasn’t in his league. I can admit that I was little more self-conscience, and didn’t like the body suit I owned. So, I doubted myself a lot, but enough of that talk. …Onwards march…
Finally…. Finally! We made contact! The text was vague but to the point. Harry wanted to know what type of shoot I wanted him for. That’s when I finally grew the courage to ask him if I could call him, and I can still remember how nervous I was on the phone, but I don’t regret it now, his voice was beautiful. I hung up and thought my video now has audio; it was way better with audio. It was a video that was complete! But unfortunately I wasn’t settling for a video, nu uh sister! I’m going for it all.
Like the astrological sign I am I like to charge when I see red; if you haven’t guessed I’m a Taurus. So, that said I complemented him on his voice, and that’s when we hit it off. It was three weeks of non-stop text messaging, I mean from dusk till dawn. Sleep was scarce and the tension was rising, but just then the fun stopped. I was a little confused but shrugged it off and moved on to “Plan B”.
I knew if I was going to master this non-chasing shindig, I was going to have to be amused when Harry decided to go MIA! So, if that meant finding an alternative muse, I did. Not that I was looking for it but if they fell on my lap and passed some simple rules that I have acquired over time. Then I guess there “test” worthy.
So, I tested a couple but they screamed FAIL, before I could completely give them full consideration. So, I saw one applicant that still was pretty impressive to the rest. I thoroughly checked everything again, and whipped the papers over my head and gave him all my undivided attention, but little did I know. That listening to your gut feeling helps sometimes; being young really can make you blind. I lived it up, had one freaking scary roller coaster ride with “Plan B” and kept holding on for my dear life, but little did I know when we finally stopped, that he had a “friend” for six years that was terribly clueless and just caught wind that her man was a sneaky little troll, with ugly gross teeth bared an all; I forgot to mention the ugly little fuzzy tail and pitchfork to go along with it.
It was like stepping in gum with a new pair of connie’s, that you were in utter love with; slightly inconvenient and weirdly heartbreaking, because you thought that he actually might have been relationship material. Then again you think about it, and it’s those sneaky turd’s that steal a piece of your heart without you really knowing.
Still disappointed that Harry had went missing, it was decided that I was taking a long steady break from boys. They were really beginning to test my patience of understanding their lingo of cavemen. Sometimes I wonder did they ever evolve? I know a little sexist, but some of the man society can really make me ponder why we need to procreate with them… I am still in question, but that does bring something else up….
Sincerely Yours,
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