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What’s Playing Tonight

What's playing tonight? We are.

What’s playing tonight? We are.

“How long do you make guys wait?” – Me

“Make them wait?” – Jenn

“Uh… How long do you let them wait?” – Me

“As long as I like!” – Jenn

“Oh thank God, at least you’re being reasonable.” – Me

“So… How’s your love life going?” – Jenn

“It left the building along with my date.” – Me

“You can get another one.” – Jenn

“I already tried doing an exchange. Had to settle for all or nothing. Guess what I chose?” – Me

“Ass. You’re lucky you’re cute & charming.” – Jenn

I laugh.

“I didn’t realize you were checking out my ass. Your ass looks great in those jeans by the way.” – Me

She laughs & shakes her head.

“So what are you doing tonight?” – Me

“Nothing now. I wanted to see this ‘dumb’ Will Farrell movie, but no one wants to see it.” – Jenn

“I’m available.” – Me

“You’re not very subtle though… I kinda like that.” – Jenn

I whip out my phone.

“The next show’s playing in 40 minutes & our tickets are already paid for.” – Me

“Wha…. What!? Wait. How’d you do that so fast?” – Jenn

“It’s a movie, not our ‘first time’, why wait.” – Me

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What’s Mine Is Yours Apparently

Want some?

So I’m at Starbucks minding my own business with my laptop on my lap as I’m leaning back on my chair, tilting it on an angle, with my back against the wall. I’m typing away on my laptop and I reach over to see that my drink, my Vanilla Bean Frappuccino, isn’t where it should be.

My white, frothy chilled drink has magically made its way into the mouth of this short, blonde, British girl who is wearing torn leggings under her jean skirt & has iPhone headphones in her ears.

You’re pretty. Is that my Grande in your mouth?

My drink is to my left, which is her right, while her drink is on her left. Our drinks look completely different & mine is a Grande, while hers is a Venti.

Hey I don’t mind sharing my goods, anyone that knows me knows this. I’m easy-going.

So she puts my drink down & I look at her & smile. We lock eyes & she smiles back at me for a second before she turns her attention back to her laptop. Hey I’m sure she doesn’t have Cooties or Mono, so I didn’t bother making an issue out of it.

Everything tastes better with you.

I get up & come back with a new straw & I put it in my drink. Yes, there are now 2 straws in the drink just in case she wants to act like we’re a couple & wants to continue getting to know me & my Grande. Weirder things have happened, I’ve experienced them.

She doesn’t even flinch as I do this. She doesn’t look up from her laptop. NOTHING.
Her phone vibrates & she answers it. She then shuts down her laptop while chatting away in her cute accent (what accent?). She takes her laptop & her drink as she leaves.

Let me repeat that, she takes HER laptop & HER drink as she leaves.

I watch her leave & I had to wonder, did she even realize what she had done?
Was she just trying to play it off or was she just completely absent-minded?

In the club I’d take that as an aggressive flirt, but in this case it comes off as an absent-minded “Flavor of the Week”.

Did you want something?

So here’s to me & my good taste!

What’s mine is yours. My drink, my attention & my number.

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Show Me

Would you sing a song for me?
Would you put on a show tonight?
I’ll be your audience, captivated by your light
The world outside goes silent when you open your mouth
So show me what you’ve got
I’m waiting

I’m in the front row taking it all in, basking in your energy
Your voice takes me on a tour
Fast or slow, I know that you’ll set the tempo right
Gotta keep it fresh to keep me surprised
I can’t count stars with you in my view
You’re my supernova
I see you & I’m blinded by that body
You move like you’re on fire & your touch only spreads the flames
Keep it up & I’m gon’ put you up on screen when the lights go off

Show me what you’ve got
I’m waiting

Every night’s something new with you
Give me some leeway & I might steal you away
With every step you take you steal my breath away
Do what you gotta do to keep me on my toes
Your eyes are the only light show I know
You know I’m gonna be the one to follow you from show to show
I’m backstage peeking behind your curtains
You know this ain’t no dress rehearsal
Gotta get it right to keep me satisfied
Come midnight my kisses will be your performance review

Would you sing a song for me?
Would you dance with me tonight?
I’ll be your partner, sharing the spotlight
The world outside goes silent when we’re alone
So show me what you’ve got (tonight)
I’m waiting

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Take The Lead

I am not leading you on that yellow brick road you’ve found yourself on.
I thought I told you that you’re not the one.
But still you think that I’m wrong.
Maybe I could change my mind, but I usually don’t.
Maybe you could be so right, but not for me at least not tonight.
So stop chasing after me, you won’t take the lead this time.

You’re free to want what you want.
And I’m free to be on my own.
Sure I like your company but you don’t own me.
So don’t place your bets on spending the night with me.
We’ll be sleeping oh so separately despite what your hands may say.

You’re good but you can’t keep up with me.
I move to my own beat.
So beat it if you can’t see what I see.
I’m not close-minded, its just that in my mind we’ve never been that close.
Look, you’re good, you’re just not good for me.
I suppose your sweet nothings should be saved for someone else who’d want to hear your every thought.
You’ll find your dancing partner somewhere.

You’re free to want what you want.
And I’m free to be on my own.
Sure I like your company but you will never be my partner.
So don’t place your bets on spending the night with me.
We’ll be sleeping oh so separately despite what your dreams may say.

I did not intend for you to want me like you do, it’s just something that I do.
I’ll be anything you want in your dreams, anything less would be reality I guess.
There’s nothing here for you to see.
I’m not a tease, but I can’t please you.
So it’s best that you move on, because I don’t want you like you want me & we’re not on the same page.

Was it something I said to keep my name on the tip of your tongue?
Sure we’ll be sleeping tonight.
Was it something I did to make you want me?
We’ll sleep separately despite what your dreams & hands may say.

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My Seduction Style (As Said By You)

That just about sums up my style.

That just about sums up my style.

Sarcastic. Funny. Dirty-minded. Spontaneous. Non-Judgmental. Gentleman.

Those are all words that have been used by girls I’ve dated & my lady friends to describe me. When I’m in the mood & in the zone I will make you laugh, talk & feel good.

I have no problem making an ass out of myself or poking fun at myself for a laugh. Hell even in High School I was described as being “very self-assured”. Just the other day my friend Angel told me, “Now I’m not Mishele, so I’ll just say that you’re sexy & you know it. You know what to say & do.”

She never did explain the “I’m not Mishele,” part. So apparently Mishele might see things differently. I’ll have to ask her what she thinks about me, so expect an update.

I think it’s just safer to make fun of myself until I figure out how much I can mess with you & tease you. Some people really can’t take a joke about themselves. I’m not ratting you out (not intentionally anyway), it’s a joke. I don’t take things too seriously, I just want to have a good time with you.

I love witty, quick-thinking people. If you can bat a sarcastic comment or joke back at me & we can have our own “Verbal Olympics”, I’ll be very interested in you. I don’t care if we have different views or styles, as long as we can trade words well. Intellect is sexy, if you get what I’m saying & you can play with me without leaving the comfort of your seat, I’ll be impressed with you. I don’t care if we’re joking around, telling stories or having deep meaningful conversation.

I will flirt with you & tease the hell out of you if I think you’re cool & interesting.

I have said things like:
“I’m going to kiss you if you keep looking at me like that.”

“You’re on my list of things to do tonight.”

“You look great in that dress, but I’d rather see what you look like in the morning.”

“I will *@#$ you if you keep sitting on my lap like that. You will get off on me if you do not get off of me.” (and no, she did not get off of me)

Boy you so crazy!

Boy you so crazy!

Sure I do crazy, spontaneous things from time to time. I don’t have anything to lose, so I might as well go all out. If I’m with my crew, I’m comfortable & I don’t feel judged so I’ll act freely.

Each of my friends has a crazy story like:
– Beatboxing in a restaurant upon request

– Getting a girl we just met to pull her newly purchased dildos out of her bag (I said it jokingly & I didn’t know she actually had dildos in her bag) & then getting our waitress to take photos with the dildos on her serving tray (she got a huge tip that night for being a good sport)

– Dancing with two cute sisters I just met in the club at the same time while one of them wore my hat

I’m witty, playful, old school respectful & open to discussion. I will say what I’m thinking if I think you can handle it. Now, I’m gonna pull back the curtain a little and say that I’m not nearly as cocky as I may seem when I’m trading barbs & looking GQ.

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