Damn I Look Good

Looking Good

Today I had a chat with Gia, a friend of mine that I hadn’t talked to in a while.
So she shows me a few pictures from her weekend with the girls and I must admit that she looked good, so good that when she accidentally zoomed in too much I said, “An elbow, oh my God that’s so hot!”

To which she replied while laughing, “Every part of me is hot!”

Who was I to argue?
Look good, feel good, right?

Shortly after that I got a confidence booster myself from a coworker that told me that I “was looking good, must have a hot date tonight.”

I replied, “I don’t have a date, I just like being a visual distraction for women.”

Quick, honest and to the point. All jokes aside, I must admit that I, like you appreciate a compliment and some positive attention. Now if you look good and you know it, take a look in the mirror at yourself and say, “Damn, I look good!” before you go workout, study, or open the door for your significant other. And at the end of the night make sure you say, “Damn I’d do me too!”.

“Here’s looking at you, kid,” – Humphrey Bogart (Casablanca, 1942)

Got This Way

I don’t know how I got this way.
I can’t wait for you to show your face because I can’t replace the way I feel.
You’re one of the many, one of the few to capture my gaze.
I’m not ready to say that you’re right for me, but you just might be.
When you finally touch me and say the things that you do,
that’s when I know that they don’t know me like you do.
I don’t know why you’re here, but I’m glad all the same.

Without question you’ve got my back and my attention if only you knew.
I’ve got it bad for you now, and its getting better in the worst way.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked back trying to trace when I saw you differently.
I can’t figure out when I decided that I’d trade getting closer to you over anything else.
The longer I stay by your side, the less I see reason to leave.

Sometimes I try to breathe on my own and move on.
Sometimes I hold my breath and hold out for you to slip away from everyone else,
and slide into my arms.
The sensation is beautiful as you release me from your hold after a while.
It’s so amazing, the feelings I’ve felt as I think of you.
Sometimes I wonder about you more than I ought to and that’s when catch myself picking apart everything you do and all the lines you’ve said in between.

Is it alright for you to spend your time with someone like me?
There’s a difference in the room when you slip away, so I’m glad that you’re here today.
You’ve been so good to me and I can’t quite articulate it when we’re in the moment, but I’ve got to let you know somehow.
Someday I’ll think of some way to thank you for thinking of me before your own needs.
That’s why I don’t mind doing things for you.
You did things for me that I still can’t believe you did,
that’s why I always want to keep you here for years to come.
I’d give you all of my attention, none of my indecision,
and the rest is what we make of it.
I guess it’s like you always say, nothing’s real except what you feel.
And yet I still don’t know how I got this way, but maybe I don’t need a reason.